Pillow talk and dirty sex We were in the bed upstairs, eating cereal. It seemed logical at the time. After two insane rounds of sex, I was hungry. Seriously. I wanted to be in the bed, because it was soft and if I passed out from post-coital delirium, I’m be in bed, yay! Plus, […]

  She came up behind me as I was taking off my makeup, and wrapped her arms around my waist. “Vienes a la cama, Amor?”  Are you coming to bed, love? I smiled and closed my eyes. She didn’t initiate often, but fuck. Just fuck.  When she did. Somehow it was hotter when she did.  […]

  You sat on the couch, absorbed in something when I slithered onto your lap, wearing just a sundress. I wriggled around and plucked at your shirt, avoiding eye contact, and blushing a little. So, you knew. “You get cute when you’re about to ask for something exceptionally filthy,” you said against my cheek. “Oh […]

You brought out the chocolate fondue and the platter of fruit, and then, the world was audacious enough to exist.  Fuckers.  But I never stopped looking back at the neglected supplies, just dropped where they were.  Because that’s a real kink I have.  That’s something that makes me sit up and bite my lip wherever […]

The house is still silent. My first thought is the last thing you said, and it haunts me all night. I know I’ll wake up aching for release, thinking about comforting your cock with my liquid aching. Everything yearns for that completion, from the tips of my toes to my eyelashes—everything desperate to be touched […]