I said, “When I was little, I thought I was special ’cause the moon followed me everywhere. “He asked, “Has the moon stopped following you?” (140 characters)
Question: If the moon follows me, then who am I? (48 characters)
(Photo Credit: Moxie Malone)
Sometimes it takes so little to say a mouthful – open wide.
Even blindfolded she knows that smell; that thick, creamy texture; that taste on her tongue and she never wastes a drop. Mouthgasm. (131 characters)
Bathed in moonlight nestled at the base of His tree and wearing only a blanket of His stars, she dreams hummingbird kisses on her forehead. (139 characters)
These just came gushing out for the occasion.
“My mind wanders to daises and waterfalls,” she said as they wrapped bows around each other. Two flowers, hand picked just for Him. (131 characters)
Bless me Father for I have sinned. Can we do it again? (54 characters)
Q: What’s better than a hot slut on Daddy’s lap?
A: Two. (55 characters)
(Photo Credit: Lisette)
I just can’t seem to get my fill, but I’m sharing it anyway.
Standing naked at the fridge, guzzling cold milk that trickles down her chin and onto her tits -resisting the urge to pour it over her head. (140 characters)
Hips undulate invitingly..slowly…making promises that her eyes tell you she will keep. (88 characters)
I’m becoming rather fond of this nice, tight prose.
Fingers dig into sheets. Writhing hips lift meeting thrusts not there. Needy moans fill the void. No cure. Only treatment for this dis-ease. (140 characters)
Soft, warm, silken flesh on flesh. Gentle touches, teasing strokes, exploring, glistening fingers elicit lilting sighs of pure pleasure. (136 characters)