storytelling
I can’t take it anymore. I need to taste him. To know how his mouth feels against mine. To taste his salty breath with...
In private eye fiction, there are always so many babes throwing pussy at the protagonist that he has to carry an umbrella. It ain’t...
Her breaths of pleasure fell on the sidesof my neck, she turned waywardly andthe breath, warm as red, brushed my nape.I shock-waved my body...
Art By Samarel It was noon, sun blazing and the cab ride seemed endless. The day was beating like it was repeating cycles, but it...
