Here’s the funniest thing: for the most part, I don’t think there’s ANY problem with men. Sure, they’re different from women, kind of like an exotic species of fauna that’s interesting to look at but not always so easy to understand, but I don’t think this is a problem. I refuse to become one of those… Continue reading Do women like assholes?
Every day begins the same; his scent, lightly musky, a little spicy, filling my senses. Watching the short hairs at the nape of his neck start to curl when it’s humid outside. We share the elevator together every single morning, and for those ten minutes I can let my fantasies run free. I don’t know… Continue reading The elevator
He’s still fully dressed as he pulls my nude body down to join his on the bed. My mind is still singing with the relief of having pleased him as he guides me onto my back and moves over me. His tongue plunders my mouth, short, hard kisses that make me want to… Continue reading The first time I submitted to a man (Part 2)