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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Erotic Confessional Sunday with Penitent Absent Minded Colette

Well my dears, I am a little late in posting this, technically (by my time) it is 21 minutes past Confession Sunday but confession always comes and with it penance.

Dear Erotic Confessor,

I’m a Sissy Maid, Colette by name, and my duties include keeping my mistresses home crystal clean, taking care of . . . → Read More: Erotic Confessional Sunday with Penitent Absent Minded Colette

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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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Fuck Me

“Fuck me.” She says And all the reasons you shouldn’t be here are gone Lost Blown away by that warm breath against your neck Melted on that sliver of moisture on her top lip Lost

“Fuck me.” She says And her eyes dare you to deny this desire, it burns Hot You came here . . . → Read More: Fuck Me

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The Conversation Before

So you came. Yeah. You really want to do this? I don’t know. Then why did you come? Because… you know… I thought maybe… What? That you could talk me into doing this your way? No… I just… Look. I know what I want and how I want it. Are you going to give . . . → Read More: The Conversation Before

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