I am laying on my stomach in bed, nude, my arms tucked under my chin and my legs together. I feel you behind me, running your hands down the backs of my calves. You kiss the back of my knees and down my right leg, biting at the insides of each ankle. You run the bridge of your nose down the sole of my right foot and then my left and kiss your way back up my left calf.
I have had many experiences with my own race and nowadays, I would have to give a hard pass to anyone in my race, especially in a serious relationship. OK, OK hear me out first. My father used to own a restaurant for many years and having dealt with them for many years of my life, our characteristics just don’t seem to work well together. As you can tell, I’ve been around the block more often than I can remember (I know that’s pretty bad, but it is what it is at this point) and I blame it all on my daddy issues (LMFAO)! No but seriously, because of that family owned restaurant, I would say I could have filled up a whole “jar of fucks” from the amount of people I got physical with from that place alone. I swear it felt like the girls in our family were being pimped out when we were working there. Dad had a weird way of protecting us...
A soft shimmer flares from a single candle which compliments the profound brown hue of his pupils. Two pints of frothy beers arrive, instantly staining the white tablecloth with a wet rim as they are placed before us. The waitress is dressed in a crisp, black, neatly-tucked dress shirt, and a girthy, velvet tie. She relays that she will return to take our order.
I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have hot wax poured on my body. I have had hot honey dripped on me and licked off. I thought I was going to lose my mind over that. It was with a guy that I had dated a year ago. He wasn’t bad looking and knew how to please a woman. His tongue felt amazing licking the hot honey off of my clit making me cum almost instantly. After a while, though things cooled down and sex with John just didn’t seem to get me off anymore. My libido is at its sexual peak and I wanted something that was going to get me off. What's a woman to do. I didn't want to be a slut and go and find another guy, I didn't want a rebound, I needed a renewal.
Cheryl steps aside and lets me into her apartment, her eyes never leaving mine.
The reaper library has fallen. Grell has been severely injured saving Raven's life, and William has been saved from the demon realm where he was banished by Peter. After a long night struggling to save Grell, Sebastian and Louisa finally spend some much needed time alone. Catch up with the main story here.
Birthday’s lose their shine in your 30s, and I feel a little guilty to admit it, but I’d usually rather just carry on with my day as normal. I don’t get excited by presents anymore, I have what I want, and I don’t enjoy all the attention and all the fuss. Like this year. I was taken out to dinner by my family, and as much as I love them all, they’re exhausting.
He knows I like it rough. He knows I enjoy a bit of a struggle; how much it turns me on when he overpowers me; how I love it when he’s mean. He knows not to stop unless I use our safe word. I don’t think he planned to spank me that evening though.
She stalked over with a look on her face that said I was in trouble. She stood with her hands on her hips and eyed me up. She moved closer, closer than was comfortable. “Show it to me,” she said.