She sat there with a smile on her lips... Her hand moved upward and her fingertips brushed her swollen lips. The lingering memory of the ...

This is truly a piece of retro writing. It is pure fantasy for both myself, and my reader. It is something I've never quite replicated, b...

I know I seem composed, and completely comfortable when I attend a party. It truly is part of my charm (or is it more a part of a skillse...

She smiled as she saw the email notification pop up again. She'd woken up to an email telling her that she looked like a princess the las...

The phone rings, and I answer with a sultry hello. The conversation is brief, yet informative and I am off to meet a friend. My nerves ar...

Here I am, on a typical Thursday night at home... Laying in bed while I'm talking to my very naughty friend on the phone. I am going to r...

All thoughts on this post, writing and erotic musings come from another's mind. I hope you enjoy his thoughts as I have. Evaline I've know...

I frequently find myself typing long responses to other blogs, or online forums. This particular forum thread was discussing raising youn...

I was a woman with her man. How we got there in the first place... The dynamics behind closed doors were all but forgotten in the beautif...