Katie loved men, which she always had. Since she can remember she had boyfriends galore and as she got older the pool of men opened up to her and she knew she could use her beauty and her undeniable charm to have any man she wanted and she means ANY.
When you think zombies you don’t usually think of sex but in this universe that’s exactly what happens when you get infected by this brain-eating virus that takes over every pathway and makes every urge 100x more intense and powerful.
Carmel was bored. Bored of corporate America, bored of the picket fence, bored of looking perfect, and bored of her sex life. She wanted to be ravished, screaming someone’s name with no mercy, she wanted to feel used and she wanted to be used. She had never been fucked how
Laying back on my bed, the pillows and too many scatter cushions that I bought encompass me like a caterpillar inside of my very own cocoon. It’s been a long day and I am ready for bed but my mind is plagued with the thoughts of him. I close my
“Bzzzz”, the familiar noise of a needle filled with ink heading towards someone’s skin, that’s what I like to hear, that’s my happy place, Malcolm thought to himself. He is a tattoo artist, a good one at that, clients begging to be tattooed by him, artwork he has permanently etched
Pain and endorphins cause me lots of pleasure, it’s not for everyone but for me, it’s like heaven on Earth. I have always enjoyed breast play and breast stimulation, my nipples are ultra-sensitive, in a good way and I have found that constant sucking and nipple play causes me to
The song played out of the old radio, filling his dad’s dusty old SUV with the brilliant sound. Both of them were singing from the top of their lungs, screeching out the chorus and tossing their head from one side to the other as they felt the music and well-known
The memories that we can’t and won’t tell anyone about are often the most interesting. The ones that plague our memories with erotic visuals and spine-tingling satisfaction, the ones the people in your life now can never know about. One memory that continuously comes into my mind, is the memory
Closing the door softly behind me I stood in my professor’s office, making sure the door had locked, and I stepped closer towards his desk as I looked down at the floor, focusing on my feet inside of my sneakers. He cleared his throat and I looked up, his glasses
If it’s just sex why does it feel so good? If it’s just sex why do they both keep coming back for more? If it’s just sex why are they both thinking about it even after it’s done? These are the kinds of thoughts running through Mia and Justin’s minds,