Your voice races over me, eyes seal shut as you become more than skin, a narrow, pure universe, all possessive chords. The initial timbre can easily melt, liquify and reshape meinto smooth limbs lain still, movement tuned to only you....

The Cage

"Obsession..."

The Candy Cane girl walks the hall, Her eager female sub in tow, Black skirt, white blouse, red nails sharp Not a stitch for the sub below. On hands and knees The little slave Looks up to her through pretty...

Your lips, my tongue Your tongue, my lips You grasp my breast I stroke your manhoodYou sigh, I moan Our bodies entwined Your cock, my puss are swollen in delight I sigh, you moan I crave your touch My mind...