There are things I never wanted. Despite the fact they are dirty, delicious and understandably appealing. There are things I never needed because the very idea of inviting them into my life made my head whirl and my heart flutter. Those are the things that I find myself craving in the very deepest depths of […]
And so you went and fucked a writer. Welcome to immortality. Erin Van Vuren We’re fucking on his sofa and he’s fingering me with such ferocious intensity I think I might cry from how good it feels, instead, I just scream into the sex void we’ve created between us and gush all over his fingers. […]
His eyes lock with mine and my breath catches in my throat, my heart pounds in my chest, my cunt drips, my cheeks flush and I wonder how the fuck is it that I belong anywhere else other than right where he is with his dick in my mouth. Or his fingers in my cunt. […]
When his hands find me as we sleep, my body relishes the involuntary acts of desire and I move into and against him, silently urging his slumbering hands to roam. He grips me without finesse or pretence, pulling my hips into position as he wraps himself around me, his cock hard against my ass, and […]
I want you to be my indulgence, my decadence. I want you to fill me to the brim with indecent debauchery until it spills from my body, dripping, leaking, oozing from every hole you’ve pushed into, thrust into, fucked and defiled. I want you to fill every space that exists within me, a little of […]
It was most definitely a tribute. A tribute of thanks, for raising hell within me, for making me seek and find someone to satisfy the relentless hunger that lay inside my soul. A tribute to the way he makes my body crave the pleasure it finds at his hands, even when I am alone and […]
I look at you from across the room and contemplate the ache in my cunt and my brain twists and turns trying to find ways to relieve what can only be described as overpowering, all-consuming horniness. I wonder what harm could possibly be done if I was to slide my hands beneath your shirt, hidden […]
My heart is pounding in my chest as his fingers weave into mine and I know I’m blushing, embarrassed by the torrent of anticipation, excitement, arousal and happiness that are churning within me. I’m playing it cool though, casually swinging my legs into his lap, and stifling the moans of contentment that continuously try to […]
I wish you were here, observing, as my body shifts and angles are found before the camera captures a moment in time that you are not present for but that you will definitely get to see. My mind is on you as my hands adjust my clothing, brushing against my most sensitive parts in the […]
‘There is something at work in my soul, Which I do not understand.’ Mary Shelley Have you ever loved a man whose very existence waged war against your soul? Did his merest breath upon your neck challenge you to live and breathe and think without him seeping into your veins and pulsing through your body […]
