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I saw her standing there, towards the end of the pier, alone. She wore a multi-colored dress. Her hair was ruffled but she did...
Leila’s ebony skin glistens in the gloom. She’s regal, a queen of the night, her darkness and my light contrasting in a way that...
Tamara de Lempicka — - The Pink Tunic — — 1927 There is no clear line between having and being taken. In the dance of love, we take our...
We’ll fall over the edge together My photo, Artwork, Rome I can taste his skin beneath my tongue. His scent fills my nostrils with that deep,...
Cologne, gasoline, soap and sweat. His taste on my tongue. Grit grinding into my knees through the holes in my ripped jeans. His fingers...
“We are all born sexual creatures, thank God, but it’s a pity so many people despise and crush this natural gift.” ― Marilyn Monroe I...
“How do you want me to torture you?” “Choke me.” I press my lips together. My freshly applied vanilla lipgloss glides as I get a...
You stir slightly as my fingernails trail a gentle indentation across your chest. I writhe up until my teeth can reach your neck; I...
I never feel so free as when I’m in restraints. These aren’t my words, they’re Isla’s. My dominant girlfriend Angela’s slave Isla is the...
From the day when we met till now, I remember thesmell of your skin, she saysMake love to me before you leave, don’t make...
