I have maybe half a dozen books of (mostly) short stories (including Delta of Venus by Anais Nin) at least half of which involve tentacles or beasts of some sort. While i am no “beauty” I do find myself frequently attracted to the “beast”. I’m enough of a romantic, and I’ve been immersed sufficiently in myth over many years to get off on these sorts of ideas, both in my erotic reading and sometimes, to my detriment, in real life.
His arms are bound behind him, a little distance apart, in a position I learned at the recent workshop. The knots are imperfect, but the ties are firm. I can stand behind him, press against him should I choose to do so, without impediment.
As he jerked them down below my knees the pungency of my arousal spilled into the cabin. Now his fingers sought, then found wetness within the damp thicket of my pubic hair.
I pulled Russell to me again, as waves of desire mounted, blindly seeking his mouth once more, my body lost within a rush of throbbing sexual need. The kiss extended, our lips tugging, sucking and smearing, tongues flickering and snarling, mouths creating an avid de-facto copulation.
I was having a break, coffee in hand, checking out the latest posts and wondering who I could nominate for #SoSS this week when I spotted the following posts: Good thing I was already in […]
The sounds of The Dead Kennedy’s song “Too Drunk To Fuck” pounded through the doors and I laughed awkwardly. I hoped that song wasn’t prophetic. #wickedwednesday #kinkoftheweek
I’d slowly become used to the odd, filled sensation that not only occurred during the encounter, but also lasted for hours after he’d been inside me. #masturbationmonday
In a pre-dawn flashback, Indie recalls the delights of Xmas day and Ryans candy cane. #MasturbationMonday
Ryan and Indie’s Xmas continues in Part 2.
#MasturbationMonday Ryan and Indie share some xmas cake and some other tasty treats…