Didn’t know you were watching me. I thought you were busy taking your clothes off!
Every kiss of yours was touching my soul,
and the butterflies were giggling at our tryst.
These photographs reveal pain, eroticism and passion intersecting with our desires in our private thoughts.
One year and many sessions down the line, today if you ask me do I ‘enjoy’ pain, I’ll say I don’t know. The word enjoy somehow does not fit. But if you ask me, am I turned on by pain… I would not hesitate for a second…hell, yes, I am.
An orgasm begins the moment you accept that you want somebody.
It’s quite easy for me to suggest sex toys to spruce up your sex life, but with this post my goal is to help you make things more romantic and sensuous in the bedroom.
One summer morning during our first year together, I woke up to find your moist body glued to mine.
That day at work, Alika smiled all day, she felt happy and had no idea why.
“Bottoming is hard”, I thought to myself. I was in the bathroom getting ‘prepped’ for our date.
Three months had passed since Megan had seen Claire. Not a single day went by when she didn’t think about Claire and what had happened between them.
A woman in a red dress raced out of the corridor and before realizing crashed into me and we both fell to the ground.
After what seemed like eternity my body calmed down, her lips were still kissing me.
“I like you. I really do. But I am not gay,” she says.
WHAT? But you just slept with me last night.
They call it the city of angels in Thai. But, I see no angels here.
In our collective post valentine's haze, I think back on times in my life that embodied romance and I suppose the keycard is one of my favorite stories.
I thought I'd pay a tribute to these highly underrated, extremely sexy women.
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Between the gasps and pants, their tired bodies resting – shivering, the beast struck again.
As she adjusts her position on the bed, she feels the gentle grazing of her flaccid nipples against her thin cotton t-shirt.
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She began to probe, began to question and I prepared myself …