Warning: Contains explicit language and graphic sexual references. Only for readers 18+.
Tonight, you want to taste me like I tasted you last night...
Meet Felicity, a 30-year-old writer, LA native, and self-proclaimed “kinky submissive slut.” Felicity has a new Dominant boo, Jax. He’s coaxing her out of her city-slicker comfort zone and into his rugged terrain of camping and nature survival. Reluctantly, she follows his lead as he takes her through a series of sexy, romantic, and intimate trust exercises that bring this submissive slut to her knees, literally.
Follow Gabby as she visits boyfriend number two in New York. • Warning: Contains explicit language and graphic sexual references. Only for readers 18+.
Gabriella, Gab or Gabby to her closest friends, pulled out the chair in front of her espresso-colored oak desk. She placed a piping hot cup of coffee down on the coaster next to her keyboard and sat. Her eyes trailed across the contents of the neatly organized L-shaped surface, and she smiled. Her beautiful full lips curling upward in satisfaction. She had just returned from an amazing week with Anthony, and he had given her a beautiful pair of Kate Spade sunglasses as a goodbye gift. She loved being his part-time girlfriend.
He only loves me for my lips. I know it, even if He says different. • It’s the way He looks at my mouth when I speak, and the hunger when we kiss that has me convinced. He fell in love with my mouth, but not for the intellect conveyed... no, but for the voluptuous beauty and softness on full display.
Enjoy this spooky, sexy fantasy. I hope it doesn't scare you too much! 🤭Just keep an open mind and try to enjoy it! 🎃 18+ Only Please!
My Sir loves my ass. He trained my ass. He’s my first and only anal experience, and that’s how He likes it. That’s how I like it too. • Below is a preview of what He plans to do to my ass this weekend. I know because we wrote it together last night. • BONUS VIDEOS. 18+ Only Please. Enjoy! 💋
We ascended the glass elevator to my hotel room, hand in hand, my pulse racing with excitement. Now it was my turn to set the mood, so I selected some sultry jazz tunes from my phone’s playlists. Moscow and I sat on the couch and discussed what was about to happen. • Warning: Contains explicit language and graphic sexual references. Only for readers 18+.
We sat on the rooftop with the city lights as our backdrop, devouring those sweet chocolate crêpes and sipping on wine from glasses that Moscow brought up from his apartment.