In the dark of night it is easy to forget, to surrender to lust and want. Morning would erase the excesses of our desires even
First kisses and practiced fucks, falling in love and surrendering to need. Ensnared encompasses a range of delicious, hot tales of the sensuality of women
My feet wouldn’t move. My lips pressed to a line; jaw clenched. I stood, motionless, in the shadows. Frozen. He gripped your hips, lifted. And
Middle of night, absolute silence. Here I feel the absence, the chill in the bed beside me, seek to chase it away. Fingers graze and
It’s something in the sounds that breaks my control. The break of breath, that little whine that’s somewhere between a whimper and a moan. Somewhere
At a nudge from @_Monocle_ I tried my hand at some Five Minute Fiction on Leah Petersesn’s blog, Write Me!. I also tweeted the piece