Confessions
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What it's like writing erotica for a living
"I want you, I want to feel your hands roaming every inch of my skin. I want to know what you taste like at your core," he murmured into her ear, his voice was husky and low. Every inch of her body melted into him. Fire burned between her legs and she could almost feel him, could almost imagine the weight of him on top of her as his cock slid in.
By Confessions3 years ago in Filthy
Confessions of a Sex Worker - Aliens
I work on a phone sex line, I have done on and off for the past three years. I bet you're thinking "phone sex lines? Just a bunch of guys wanting blow jobs and threesomes, right?". Well, okay, sometimes. But most of the time, people go to phone sex lines for three reasons.
By Confessions3 years ago in Filthy
Crippling Anxiety
Something I haven't talked about is the mess my house is in right now. I mentioned that my ex and I had bought a house together in 2015. Well before he decided to leave me in 2019 he smashed the kitchen apart. He was intending on putting a new one in but he didn't do it before he left.
By Confessions4 years ago in Psyche
DEATH BRINGER NOVEL
Chapter Eight They’d appeared out of nowhere, Grace had been curled up by the window in the living area looking out at the city. She caught a glimpse of something moving behind her in the reflective surface. She had turned with a smile on her face expecting Azriel to be there.
By Confessions4 years ago in Futurism
Death Bringer Novel
Chapter Seven Grace woke in the morning to a pale watery light streaming through the bedroom window, sitting up she looked over to the chair that Azriel had sat in and panicked when she discovered it empty. It took her a second to hear the hissing noise in the other room.
By Confessions4 years ago in Futurism
DEATH BRINGER NOVEL
Chapter Six Azriel watched as Grace walked around the empty apartment. He was unsure of what to do with himself, should he cross his arms? Would he look too severe? Should he lean against something? Maybe that’d look more casual. He was so nervous that his body felt entirely foreign to him.
By Confessions4 years ago in Futurism