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“This story is dark. Real dark. But it’s also hot. I mean – what’s hotter than Hell?” Jezebel finds herself at the gates of the underworld. She has been asked three questions. Her answers will determine erotic curses she will endure for eternity.
Anticipation is a Killer
Slipping quietly up behind him, Dawn ever so lightly runs her hands over his bottom. She comes in just close enough to him so that her erect nipples scarcely touch his back. She whispers in his ear a breathy, "Don't move darling".
Sitting in the window nook of your high rise, sipping coffee in the morning light, you’re reminded how you got here. It started as a fling, being the new intern for the biggest tech company in the area. You were in school for IT and when you landed the internship, it was a dream come true. What you weren’t planning on, was the young, hot CEO, Eric, to take an interest in you. Or that you would become friends with his also equally attractive, six best friends and co-workers. You also worked your tail off to get higher in the company and become a full-time employee, despite your love interest.
A Lesbian’s Guide to Making Sure You’re Doing Oral Sex Right
Listen up y’all, because your good pal merritt is about to reveal another secret of lesbian sexual charisma. This time: oral. Giving head. Eating pussy. Cunnilingus. Whatever you call it, it’s too often done poorly, for the wrong reasons, or not at all. Let’s see what we can do about that.
Why do lesbians take longer to realize they’re gay?
If you’re a member of the LGBT+ community, or conceivably even just a tremendously good ally, you might be well accustomed with the phrase “compulsory heterosexuality”. Maybe you’ve used it to explain why you felt coerced into dating another gender in college, or you’ve muttered it as you passed by a small babe wearing a garmet emblazoned with the words “lady killer” or something equally fatuous.
He eased his car to a stop at the end of the long, gravel driveway. The area was beautiful. A pond, lots of trees, several acres, all hers. He’d never actually been to her home before, only seen pictures. He was looking forward to seeing her, to seeing the inside of the place she lived.
How to Rekindle Sexual Desire in a Long-Term Relationship
How to rekindle sexual desire in a long-term relationship is less about new positions - and more about working your brain.
Aneros - How to Choose the Right One
How to Choose the Best Aneros For You If this is your first time using an Aneros prostate massager, you should know that the experience is going to vary largely based on how you position yourself.
Can You Really Make Thousands From Selling Pictures of Your Feet?
I am always looking out for side hustles, I make no secret of the fact that I really do not like my day job. I have always been aware that the foot fetish business was pretty large. However, I never gave it much thought. After trying out a few side hustles that made me a little money here and there, I came across a video on YouTube from a girl that claimed she made $1000 a month from selling pictures of her feet. Ok, I thought, I have reasonably nice feet, well to the untrained foot lover’s eye anyway. So I thought I would give it a try.
Our Weekend Together
They enter the hotel room. It's a little chilly, so Luke walks over to the heater and flips it on. Tammy is shivering from the cold March wind that howled around them as they walked from the Metro station to what would be their love nest for the weekend. D.C. has four seasons. Too bad they're all in the same week. She shivers again. She looks up and they stare at each other from across the room. There is such electricity in the room that could have heated the entire block. Slowly he walks towards her. With their eyes still locked, he reaches up and unbuttons her coat. He slips it off her shoulders and hangs it in the closet. The black leather jacket that makes him look so dangerous hung next to her canary red London Fog coat. Just like them; they are a bright contrast next to one another.
Christmas Day at Master Eric's House
They are in his bedroom. Him naked. Her, not so much. He is facing the side of the bed and is bent over at the waist. She leans in over him and rubs her rough clothing over his soft, sweet body. He hums. She whispers in his ear that she is going to love him like no one else ever has or ever could. He sighs.
A Spanking Needed, A Spanking Earned
It started, as it so often does with us, with a simple question. Derek walked into the living room and stood over the sofa. “I’m going to make a coffee. Do you want one?”