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Ellie swayed her hips to the sultry beat of *Caress Me Down* by Sublime. Her body moved like liquid, her panties and bra matched like a girl in a commercial. She had her headphones on, the music vibrating against her eardrums, drowning out the world. She ran her fingers over her nipples, teasing them through the thin fabric, imagining it was someone else’s hands on her. The song’s rhythm pulsed through her, hot and heavy, and she lost herself in the fantasy of being worshipp

I was sprawled across the bed, flicking my bean. The sheets were already damp underneath me. My other hand teased my nipple. I was pinching it just enough to make my back arch off the mattress. The apartment was quiet except for my ragged breaths and the wet sounds of my own pussy. I could feel my pulse beating between my legs, my clit swollen and greedy. Then the door creaked open. I didn’t even look up at first. Just kept working myself over, imagining it was someone else’

Ellie pulled the strap of her robe tighter, the silk smoothing and sliding against her skin like a lover’s teasing fingers. She had done this so often before—photoshoots, lingerie gigs, the occasional boudoir session—but something about today's shoot felt different. Perhaps it was the way that Tom, the photographer, had looked at her the moment when she walked in. Not just professional interest, but somehow hungrier. As he set up his camera, the click of the lens snapped into

Tom watches me with dark, hungry eyes. "You’re trouble." "Pot calling the kettle black, *baby*." I rolled my eyes, flick ash off the joint,

I had a photo shoot the other day, a few snaps to illustrate some of my stories. Take a look at some of my favorite shots! It was so much fun!

I have no idea why, but i had the best night's sleep I've had in aaaaages. I also firmly believe a genuine smile and sunny disposition do more for your appearance than most things, so I decided to set up my tripod. I did put fresh sheets on my bed yesterday, maybe that's it? What do you think?😅

I've been stitching on some little art pieces. I don't really know why, but they're fun to work on and I love feeling a little spark of inspiration. 1: my favorite lil willy 2: women being women

The alarm on my phone went off at 9 AM, but I ignored it, rolling over to press my naked body against yours. The sheets were tangled around our legs, still damp from last night’s mess—your cum had dried across my thighs, my juices smeared across your lower belly. You groaned when I dragged my nails down your chest, your morning wood already thick and heavy against my hip. “Fuck, Ellie,” you muttered, voice still heavy with sleep. “You’re gonna kill me.” I smiled angelically,

Here in NJ, snow is still heavy on the ground, impeding road crossings and causing me to eat shit on several occasions. I try not to smoke inside, but sometimes I just can't go outside. Smoky smoky.

The sun dipped low among the clouds, casting a warm golden glow over the music festival. The air was filled with the smell of sunscreen, beer, and the sweet, skunky smell of marijuana. If one concentrated, the scent of the Port-a-Johns could be detected. Maisy was a 34-year-old woman with wild, curly hair and a body that swayed to the rhythm of the music, found herself drawn to a man standing a few feet away. David was about her age, with a chiseled jaw and eyes so blue they

A couple months ago, a sweet little tortie namedChloe chose to give birth in our kitchen. Her babies are now ready to be adopted. Though I would die for each of them, I'm excited for them to experience new lives. My mom is keeping the little orange fellow. He imprinted on her, I guess. 5 perfect babies, perfectly socialized and ready to be the star in someone's sky!

Hey! I know i wanted to get my erotic writing on my site before, but then life got in the way...you know how it goes. Enjoy this story! I plan on posting a little story every week or so. Keep checking back and keep reading, please! The coffe shop was so busy that it was positively humming with energy, but Sarah still caught Jake's eye from across the room. They hadn't seen each other in months, but the old spark flickered immediately. She slid out the chair across from him, p

It's coming up, that day of cheer and goodwill. It's bringing to mind some very private thoughts and feelings. I figure a personal blog is as good a place as any to share them. And I guess I feel those emotions of cheer and goodwill, in my own way. I'll always drop a few coins in salvation army's Santa's bucket. The main focus of my life is my mom. I'm her full-time caretaker in exchange for room, board and regular gifts. So christmas, to me, is very insular. We have our own

My sister and I decided that we wanted a cozy, handmade christmas this year. To that end, I made up my mind to knit something for everyone. For some context: I learned basic knitting stitches back in high school, but haven't constructed anything in over 15 years. After some simple scarves, I feel confident enough to tackle a sweater! In addition to making gifts, we are engaged in a flurry of baking and small papercraft decorations. A lot of the anti-consumption involved in ou

Last night, my mother requested pork chops with apples last night. I act as her caretaker, making the majority of her meals. Recently, her bloodwork showed that she should avoid potatoes, tomatoes and spinach, as well as any salt. Oh no! I had to get creative with my recipes. What we decided to do is write a menu together, taking into account what she is allowed, and what she prefers. Of course the first meal was pork chops with apples! I used fresh apples, cooked them down l