Mari C. Rohweder
Bio
Just a quirky writer-girl living life in Las Vegas. You'll more often than not find fiction here, but I also want to dabble in cannabis reviews, so be on the lookout for that if you indulge.
Stories (5/0)
True Reflection
I shuffled through the apartment, flicking lights off as I went along. The darker the place got, the lower my gaze strayed until I stared at the floor as I walked through the apartment. I was entirely cloaked in darkness when I reached my bedroom door. My surroundings began to press in on me as my nyctophobia took hold.
By Mari C. Rohweder8 months ago in Horror
Pretty Please - 2/2
The grin on your face makes me want to defy you again, but I’m already in position, and I want it so badly. So I glare a little before drawing my eyes to the bed in front of me and then lower myself further onto your dick with a slow, gyrating motion. You hiss softly as I impale myself fully and bounce a few times. Your hands find my ass in an attempt to guide my movements, but I remember what you want.
By Mari C. Rohweder2 years ago in Filthy
Bad Idea
As I drift off to sleep, you carefully slide into your bed behind me, setting your hand on my hip. Your touch wakes me immediately, though the alcohol still coursing through me drags me down a drowsy road. I place my hand on yours, but you draw it away, trailing it over my ass to rest it on my thigh, giving it a squeeze.
By Mari C. Rohweder2 years ago in Filthy
