Monday, November 11, 2024

She goaded me into a delicious wickedness ...

... and so I ran the tip of my tongue up one side of his neck until he shivered and twitched and lost control of his breathing.

I have extraordinary luck in my allotment of lovers.

Way to Bury the Lede, Sister.

Okay, now don't take this to mean I do anything short of adore  Claire. And I'm not saying this post of hers is bad at all. In fact...