For Aisling Weaver‘s FuckMeFriday prompt. … View In my mind, I lie beneath him, arms restrained above my head, my own panties in my mouth. Rough lips and teeth move up and down my skin, a finger between spread legs and then a bite against my hip. There are harsh…
For Aisling Weaver‘s FuckMeFriday prompt. … Listen “Did you hear that?” He was sitting so close to me; all I could hear was his breath. “No,” I whispered, giggling slightly, but then he grabbed my hand. Squeak. His eyes widened, and he gestured with his head toward the rooms upstairs.…
Another stab at Aisling Weaver‘s FuckMeFriday prompts. … Fawn I watch the way you look at them, your eyes on her hand as she feeds him, your brow creasing as she simpers. Fawns. Placing my hand on your thigh beneath your skirt, close to the rope you wear beneath your…
Another stab at Aisling Weaver‘s FuckMeFriday prompts. … Cream It was the little white dot on her nose. She set the carton down before looking around to see if she’d been caught drinking cream from the carton before adding it to the bowl. She didn’t see me. So the mixer…
Aisling Weaver is kind enough to post prompts every Friday on her site. Just for fun I thought I’d give it a go. … Pinned I used to hate when he would pin me down. It felt too vulnerable, too weak, and I would stiffen up. And not in the…
