"Pure lust. Hardcore. This is not a love poem, at all."
Staring deep into your eyes, Feel you move between my thighs. Run my fingers through your hair, Claw your back in sweet despair. Kiss my neck and bite it gently, Fuck me 'till I'm dry and empty. Let the love...
"A Victorian Master takes charge of his prim wife with a little help from their scullery maid."
HER VICTORIAN BOTTOM PLUNDERED:In 19th century London, Henry Chambers was a man of note and some means. Left a not inconsiderable estate by his late father, he had speculated wisely in the city and had become a respected authority on...
"First Time"
I sat down on my usual bench in the park. The headphones connected to my small pink mp3 were in place, my legs were spread and my arms were extended to each side. It was the usual position I had...