Cover my face in your kisses, your hands cupping my cheeks, kiss my cheek, my jaw, my neck and press your teeth to my skin, where blood pulses with desire- bite down and draw out love's fire, to burn beneath...
devotion
You Own Me Body And Soul
"You Own Me Body And Soul"
Our passion burns so brightly I wake up in our bed Thoughts of all we did last night Are running through my head My arm reaches over But you are missing Your side is empty I wanted to be kissing...
Cordelia’s Feet 8 – The Queen Bee’s Pet
"Another special night for Miss Wilkins awaits, filled with shameful excitement and naughty play."
Most often in life, we carry around fears, and these fears, at unpredictable times, well up in terrifying intensity, only to turn out unfounded and leave us shaking with dizzy relief. We do things we shouldn’t do and say things...
Her Hair Was In A Bun
"Two stray strands catch his eye."
Camila sat knees primly together on the setteePerfectly poised, perfectly gorgeousPerfectly fragile, perfectly sereneHer bust swelling perfect as could be. Having their own playful funTwo brunette strands had escapedThe twisted pinned disciplineOf the young beauty’s tightly woven bun.Camila’s slender neck,...
I'm laying hereIn my bed Thoughts of you Are in my head. Thinking about What we did last night So much pleasure Pure delight Unexpected Was not planned So sexy when you Pinned my hands Facing me forward Entering me...
Right Now
"You continue to amaze me."
Every day there's another reason, another sign that tells me you are special. It might be the lighthearted tone you take with me or the sound of your laughter. Perhaps it's the message you left the other day or falling...
You were warned I am a girlie girlMy emotions exposed on my sleevePlease, love me anyway I have been battered and broken by lifeThose scars will never completely fadePlease, love me anywayI am insecure sometimes hating my own body Yet...
Cordelia’s Feet 4 – The Queen Bee’s Honey
"Cordelia takes Miss Wilkins home for a cruelly teasing and intensely erotic game."
Cordelia. I couldn’t even think my student’s name without feeling that breathless fluttering of thousands of butterfly wings in my tummy. She was the most beautiful thing in the world, youthful, perfect, tempting, the whispering snake and the taboo apple...
Pieces of We
"Un-pretty little pieces."
Pieces of We I hold your heart in my hands, and it is my own. A broken thing, fragmented and beautiful. A fiercely delicate, dangerously sharp work of art. It is an exquisite glass sculpture. A rich jewel of life...