Mutual
She sighed and sank back into the pillows of her bed, smiling as he crawled towards her stopping to kneel between her feet. “Have you really never? Never?” his smile was cheeky and filled with disbelief. “Never. Not once.” she …
She sighed and sank back into the pillows of her bed, smiling as he crawled towards her stopping to kneel between her feet. “Have you really never? Never?” his smile was cheeky and filled with disbelief. “Never. Not once.” she …
He strips off slowly, his hips betraying his eagerness; belt, jeans, red lace thong. I ignore the lingerie, I want what’s under it, and I want to see it in his hand.
I want to fuck her in the sunshine, on warm soil, knees and hands blackened with fragrant earth, the pale, soft, faces of the strawberry flowers looking on. I want to smell the tiny, sweet berries crushing beneath us. …
CONTENT WARNING: This is a juicy bit of #SeasonalSapphicSmut. It has shades of D/s dynamics and features a Yuletide birching with a branch off the old Christmas tree. Oh Tannenbaum? More like “Oh, tanned ‘er bottom”, am I right? …
Her text had been cryptic, and he revisited it once he parked the car. The rain outside pounded on the roof and the windshield and it was so dark and the windows were so obscured with raindrops, he was tempted …
“I’m tired,” she said softly, standing five foot and a bit in the door way, naked save for a loose college t-shirt, her lip pensively caught between her teeth. “Come fuck me to sleep.” He closed his laptop and smiled, …