How will you savor the moment when next we touch? How will we fix the clock to slow the time and make each moment last forever? How will I maintain this heady buzz I’ve acquired from the whiskey on your lips and tongue?
They say it’s like riding a bike, you never forget… muscle memory and all that. But I have to say there was a little relearning, readjusting, and remembering the first time I was on my knees and sucking Mr.’s cock —post COVID lockdown.
I took a deep breath, exhaled, then closed my eyes and there you were. Your deep sexy voice transported you from the phone to my home where I greeted you at the front door.
Your deepest kiss, tongue steeped in whiskey, will bring me back from the edge of despair.
I’ve never written anything like this before probably because I’ve never experienced anything like it before. As I get older, I feel myself drawn to new experiences that take me out of my comfort zone.
With the next cool breeze, he noticed her nipples stiffen against the flimsy cloth that barely contained her large swollen breasts. His body responded with a stiffening of its own.
Briana and Kane met a few months ago, but had only managed a couple of dates due to their busy work and family schedules. Both times, they shared very sensual kisses at the end of the night. Briana knew that when the time came for more, it would be a powerful connection. But given the stay-at-home order, how long would they have to wait?
I seem to be obsessed with the thought of his cock in my throat.
Gabby welcomes home boyfriend number three, Max, in this third and final erotic story from her polyamorous life. • Warning: Contains explicit language and graphic sexual pictures and references. Only for readers 18+.
Sometimes it’s nice when you can get away for a day. No kids. No schedules. No elliptical machine beckoning. Just a fancy hotel and a private soak in a hot steamy tub.