Sometimes I just need to be fucked.
Last night was a great example of this. Between work, screaming kids, the time change (GREAT idea, that), and everything else, I was a stressed-out walking zombie. There was really only one solution. Fortunately, it wasn’t difficult to communicate it to M.
Which is how I found [...]

I know you like it when I call it mine, but that’s not why I do it. It is mine.
I know you fight the urge to thrust wildly when I swallow you. I know that when you touch my hair, you’re trying to keep yourself from grabbing it, and impaling my [...]