Still blind folded I know not what is to come, until I feel upon my creamy thighs, your traveling upward tongue. You grab one leg hungrily so I don't fall as you place it upon your shoulder and with the warmth from your mouth on me my body begins to sigh and shudder. I…
ou'd forget my name, pretend I don't have one and call me everything but nice. God, what am I telling you, I rage for you, all fists filled with hair and scuffed knees. Nothing about this would be tender, I'd be scratch marks on your skin, and you wouldn't ev…
His hands gripped me around my waist as he pushed me against the wall. His other hand gripped my chin, making me to look right into his burning eyes. “You think I don’t feel? Dear God,” he sounded furious, “the things I want to do to you… It breaks me that I’m not allowed to tou…