I write things I couldn't speak out loud
Don't expect anything decent here in this piece. Age limits are old fashion. Indulge yourself into each and every fuckin' erotic thing that increases your sex drive and satisfies your lust. That's my mantra these days. And it should be yours too.
By Inquirer3 years ago in Filthy
It's 1921 and Whitney can't step outside her home even for a minute. She's scared of the wolves in the form and shape of human men outside waiting for her. They are waiting to rip her apart with their lust and passion and wildness and lack of getting near anything feminine gendered.