He moved to the side and watched me.
Everyone was watching me, I now realised.
I danced for them, turning as I showed myself off from all sides, stroking myself as his hands had done.
Yum-Yum! His hands are large, with long tapering fingers that make me believe he is sensitive.
He holds my hand when he talks to me, and my hand is so small it is lost in his.
Writing porn is usually a very lonely process, and if it weren't for the great encounters some of my stories are based on, and the great encounters that follow some of my stories, I wouldn't be doing it.
She was already in the bath when I arrived home on the day of our celebration and the dozen red roses that I had got delivered earlier that day were neatly displayed in the vase on the dining table.
My plight was confounded by the fact that I had a tiny penis.
This shortcoming was discovered by my peers during a ninth grade gym class and I quickly earned the nickname, stubby.
Barely pausing to let that sink in, she continued, I'm scared.
I'm afraid he's just setting me up to get pregnant and then dump me, like some kind of conquest.
As the man stood on the balls of his feet, the constable directed the deckhands to wrap his body in other light chains that had small wires affixed to them, not unlike barbed wire.
Her finger deftly stroked me until it was inevitable that my moistness was precipitated, whereupon her finger slithered deeply and most beautifully into me.
After years of classes and training, I ventured out to the world to begin my new passion.
It was hard to get things started in the beginning as I was working as a self-employed masseuse.
brushing the painted walls with her fingertips.
Her pace was slowed; each step taken gingerly since she obviously wasn't used to walking on such high heels, her eyes being tightly wrapped by the leather blindfold was only adding to her apprehension.