Laughing and fucking Morning lost in ecstasy And now we are spent
10: I ride the Tube to your station, swaying to and fro in my seat. The screech of metal on metal, the thundering hooves of my underground steed. 🚇 9: I picture your face, and remember your smile. Will your eyes light up like they always used to? The world was always illuminated when you … Continue reading Ten Stops To Go
"I want to watch you masturbate," he whispered into my ear, his warm lips glancing against the lobe before teasing it with his tongue and nipping sensuously with his teeth. My nipples hardened immediately, and I could feel the hot blush rise in my cheeks. He pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose, … Continue reading Monday Morning Delirium
It's complicated This thing between you and I They don't understand.