"Grace wonders if the passion will last..."
Chapter SeventeenMac woke up to an empty bed and felt discombobulated for a moment. Then, he grabbed his phone and saw that it was only 5:30 a.m.“Grace?”When no reply came, he got out of bed and wandered into the living...
"Grace comforts Mac while dealing with his outrageous family."
Chapter NineMarcus Stewart sat at the head of his dining room table. It had been eons since both of his children, McKinley and Aislyn, had been present at this table, and now, they were joined by his son’s new wife,...
"He is her everything"
With every breathHe's her everythingWith every heartbeatHe protects herHer favorite place to beCurled up in his lapEvery breathEvery heartbeatJust for him His tender touchDrives her crazyHis sweet gentle way Makes her blood raceHer heart always singsWhen he's closeHe brings out the bestHe shows her the way She...
"She orders, “My room, NOW!”"
Day 6The day has been long, intense, charged. My dick is filled, under tension, painful.Akari and I are the only ones remaining in the galley, finishing cleaning, electric sparks flying between us. When we touch each other as we move...
"A woman's body encapsulates his wayward eye that seeks an elusive love."
Flaming angels of spring weave a pastoral tapestryO’er the sleepless, meadowed minds,Entreating the burning softness of summer;Freedom, resurrected in its breath,When warmly winds lick the searching facesInhaled ‘neath the rapture of its tongue.Passion seasons fruit for its victims,Nestled in pain...
I burn,to sip the shadowsthat drip from your quivering lips,inhale the scent of your nightshadeand taste your orgasms,exploding upon my tonguesmoke and whispers,draw me into the narcotic miststhat wreath your libido,slide your fingers into my hair,pull me towards my passionwith...
"A piece of erotic poetry on bondage... Enjoy.."
My tastes growl with animalistic fervora primal poised to pouncestalking the sweltering purgatorythat lies between shadows and lustwhere I hunt youpredator eyes paining your skinin shivers of primordial poetryas my wicked tongue salivatesfor the sinuous curves of your carnal fleshfight...
Car engine hums, the sound reverberates through her body as they race along...Lana casts a wicked sexy smile at Evan as she holds the wheel, the car races onwards. Evan's left hand reaches over, strokes the smooth thigh exposed below her short skirt. Tender soft rubs...
"Holding him there, right there."
Arms of oak reach me. Thoughtful palms. Twigs earned of fingers stare into my skin. Unavailing bark peeled away. Natures breath sways thoughts. No rustling. The whispers of my lilac eyes are heard. Growth, runs rings around us. Anchored firmly...
