Legs as long as Thanksgiving tables full of food spread with a black see-through thong biting into my sweetness. Eat my feast with your hungry thankfulness ignoring football, ignoring too many beers, and

My legs twitch for long minutes staving off sleep after you're gone, long minutes to quivers echoing the heavy strength your fingers laced over my crotch as you massaged my butt, found pleasure in groping

I always loved getting fucked from behind, feeling my forearms pressing into the mattress, feeling my knees rough on the blanket scrape from how guy's hips rammed my thighs. Taking Harvey's cock was like

Bring me treats like I'm a trick on Halloween, like my costume is my lingerie, like I'm roaming house to house with my hand out but I only want your candy. Tonight I'll be in black stockings, garter, lace

Touch my toes with heavy hands, fingers like a whisper of your desire weaving between my bones and up my soles. A hot breath oozes through your lungs wheezing for my moisture between my legs. You can rub

Rub me down with oils and lotions, soiling your hands with touch against my firmness, against my skin my bones, my rising arches. Rub me down mounted on my ass, crushing knots with compressing knuckles

With two fingers you can speak more inside me than thousands of words at the bar, shout me louder than screeching which drink you want to buy for me, and you can take your time with your tongue, saving

We'll nap on the couch watching Halloween movies and bad piano scores with your pants undone and a hand down my sweaties like nude skin more comfortable than a blanket. You fell asleep before taking me

Dancing with strangers to not feel alone, not grinding on their knees or near their beer sweat stink, but lost amidst the crowd on old stones set atop the hills of yesterday's efforts. I'm dancing on a

Every breath is another chance for my shirt to open, to reveal more of my breast to drop below nipple or curve. I'm letting it slip past cleavage to full exposure, every dip to eat over my plate another

Bring your teeth to my hip like you want to kiss me on the belly and not bite into my skin. Like your voice is not the growl I hear it as but instead a cooing softness like I want your tongue to be. Take

Have you gone to literotica.com? I imagine if you read erotica books you have, and you've seen the astonishingly bad stories there. Sometimes I feel like I'm wading through shit, and am only fortunate

Bjorn's speed and size are faster than his cold touch, leeching heat and blood, like Simeon's silken warmth from pulsing muscles and girth as wide as a giant wolf's paw. Hunter breaks me with his power,

i'm finding love in all ten fingers of your touch, finding peace in the cooling calm of your breath finding warmth from the simple silence you moan so close i can feel my hairs dancing from your action.

I'm frightened of breasts that coat themselves in goosebumps, of boobs heavy with swollen water and fat, heavy against my ribs and pulling skin and back down ever down with the weight of attraction, bound

Lack the truth in your cooling air like a whisper off the desert's promise that it will bake life from our coated sand drenched homes, from our skin raw with exposure. Your breath isn't soothing, but a

f you weren’t checking out my website every second of the day, then you wouldn’t know that I had another book that just went live. That’s right, there is a new book on all the platforms and sent out to

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I let you in my apartment like I let you inside my legs, like I let you slip between my warm blanket and the leather couch against my skin, like I let you slip inside me. There's nothing special about

I write poetry every day, as well as write at least 1,000 words in my latest book. Some days I'm writing about the righting process, and how I 'm selling my smut. Today I wrote a good deal in my latest