A Tiny Little Suprise

Oops sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was in here, I’ll just go to the next…

Oh. I’m sorry. It’s nothing, really.

I mean it really is nothing. What’s your name again? You know what, never mind, I don’t really care. Oh there’s no use covering it up my dear. I’ve already seen it all. . . . → Read More: A Tiny Little Suprise

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Dinner Time Tease

It’s a small gathering of friends and family. Very respectable, nothing risqué at all, except that at 19 and the youngest one there I am not that interested. I am thinking about the party I will be going to later and I am just biding my time and being polite. Then I notice my . . . → Read More: Dinner Time Tease

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The First Time I Fuck You

The first time I fuck you It will not be soft and tender I will not undulate gentle beneath your hands Or moan and sigh soft under your searching tongue

There will be time for that, perhaps Later, tomorrow, next week But the first time will not be pretty

I won’t recline regal on . . . → Read More: The First Time I Fuck You

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The Art of Pain

She touches you, soft, Her fingers feathers on your skin. She always starts so slow, so delicate, As if she has not used your body countless times before, As if she has to relearn every inch, Prime the canvas of your skin before she can begin; From lips to chin, To that delicate flutter . . . → Read More: The Art of Pain

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The Training

It was dark. His brain was foggy. Was it still Friday night? Where was he? He reached his hands towards his head to try and rub out some the grogginess but they resisted. He tried again and then realized that something was stopping his movement. Again, he pulled. Something around his wrists, hard, metal. . . . → Read More: The Training

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