Sometimes I turn my kitchen into a mom club to get through the chores... anyone else?
WARNING: This post contains graphic nudity, so 18+ only please.
Tonight, I looked at my husband across the dinner table and saw his tired eyes and face. I was so filled with love and admiration because everything he does is for us, his family.
Warning: Contains explicit language and graphic sexual references. Only for readers 18+.
At that very moment, your hand finds the softest warmth on the inside of my thighs. As told, I’m not wearing panties —rules for whenever we meet. I like pleasing you. Holding my breath, I anxiously wait to see if you’ll check my obedience. You do. And I exhale into your touch.
I was so happy to see your smiling face... and then you waved. Before saying a word, you told me we would be ok. Next to you, the air left my body and the edges of my mouth settled upward in a smile.
Ginger stepped out of the car and immediately felt the warmth of the ever-present SoCal sun on her face, but there was also a cool breeze blowing which signaled the start of November. She walked along the sidewalk path leading to the station, but stopped as she approached a bench. Ginger inspected the bench for dirt or water before taking a seat to wait. She was excited about her first trip away with Tony. They had been dating for a couple of months now and enjoyed each other's company enough to try an overnight trip. Her stomach was in knots though. What if they ran out of things to talk about? What if they had a fight, how would she get home? What if...
Hi friends! I wanted to share a quick description of the short story I'm working on, Passion’s Curse. Please let me know what you think!
I'm drawn to sadness and the macabre.Show me your dark and gloomy so I can absorb it and feed you with light and love.