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photo: Viv Thomas A bead of sweat glints slowly down your thigh, tracing the outline of your hamstring as it flexes rhythmically with your stride....
You bought the dress for taking pictures, but Sir caught you checking yourself out in the mirror. You blushed and said it...
I’ve been told I have the reflexes of a cat and an unnatural ability to move silently. I think that comes from...
photo: Viv Thomas I love photographing other women. It’s not always a sexual thing. There’s just something about it that calls to me. Body shape,...
I grip her ass and kiss her sensuously with her legs spread over my arms. I give her a few light teasing...
part eight: can you go home again? Genevieve’s Room “Yes. You hurt him.” I did some experimenting in college. While I don’t like — I don’t...
photo: Viv Thomas The Upper Room (A Reverie) It was one of those old victorian houses in thecountry, the kind where gothic fairytales take place, where...
“I am sleepy,” I murmured, nuzzling closer to my best friend, Anjali. “I wish we had some wine. That would be a...
“Have you ever?” I ask devilishly, emerging from the kitchen hallway with a can of whipped cream in hand. “No!” you giggle, “it’s...
I’m lying on my back, my hands at my sides, a silk strap running under my body and binding my wrists in...
