While there were mornings where Maeve ‘helped’ herself to me, that particular day began slightly later, when the sun was already shining brightly into our room. By the time I really sobered up, my boxers were long gone, and cock overly-lubricated by the coconut oil we kept by the bed. (I muttered sleepily) ‘Good morning…Continue readingQuiet as (we) Fuck
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Present Participle
Although you had always allowed, and even encouraged me to ‘go out’ with guys, I always have my reservations about what, or how you really feel about it. I may not completely understand the appeal of seeing your own girl sleep with other men, but I am no stranger to fantasies of having another man’s…Continue readingPresent Participle
Love, and Sex
Love, I don’t know if I told you this before, or have communicated this to you through other means, but I feel truly lucky to have you. Aside from being the perfect girlfriend, wife, and mother, you are, on a whole other level, a perfect lover. I don’t know how you do it, or if…Continue readingLove, and Sex
The Hungry
‘I’m not wearing anything under the sweater and tights.’ Those very words, that Maeve has whispered into my ears on the ferry, were made more unbearable when she put my hand between her thighs, in the taxi, to show me how wet she already was. Skipping the unimportant details of checking in, I was so…Continue readingThe Hungry
(Maeve asked) ‘You said you like it sloppy right?’ (I excitedly replied) ‘Uh huh.. ‘ With my arms tied far away from me, and ankles spread so wide apart it hurt my glut, I was fixated on her (head’s) descend into my nether region, warming me boner-deep as her lips formed a seal around my…Continue readingImmovable