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PostImage Tonight I tell Richard no stories, I tell him not one little lie, I never blow a kiss on the wind, and I never say goodbye. Tonight...
A simple love letter to mi hombre guapo, re-capping our epic weekend. the “Latino Lover”, used with permission It’s been too long. Eight weeks of...
I love a good party. I love to look in my closet filled with beautiful outfits of black and red and cream, so pretty...
"Okay. I need you to lie on your back, spread yourself like an eagle, and stay very still." I do as Gigi instructs and watch...
Alwaysgood, it’s better all waysand every way: sixty-four posturesplus what’s not in the book — but bestwith you — any way —
The chime on the door rang and I looked up from the pile of donated furs I was sorting. Summer is a quiet time...
By Viliman Viliman Maya stared at the glistening cool object at the verge of her hot wet pussy, wondering how she’d ended up doing this....
Photo credit Oui. And that is the extent of my conversational French, although I can sing along to Lady Marmalade. However that doesn’t count,...
I pull back the soft and worn, cotton sheets. I slide in slow, switch off the dim lamp and close my eyes… I can...
I feel the vastness of the handlike I move my hands to and from the sunor the moon to fit it right across the...
