May your Valentine’s Day be filled with love, lust, kink, and all things related to delicious debauchery. Oh yes, and play safely.
Stay SINful, friends
I walked into the room and stopped in my tracks. It couldn’t be helped. Moving wasn’t an option. Neither was speech. All I could do in that moment was stand. Call me hypnotized, call me bewitched, call my paralyzed, but whatever I was it prevented any conscious thought or action. It couldn’t be helped. In that moment I was reduced to my primal self, stunned, struck, and nothing more than a reactionary creature. My eyes were intent, unwavering. My cock was stirring, lifting. Wanting. It couldn’t be helped. There, on the bed, holding my attention was the most wonderful sight I’d ever seen. The sight that never fails to cause thing to tighten down low, my breath to catch in my throat, words to die soundlessly upon my lips, and my very brain to forget how to function. It couldn’t be helped. Mrs. AP was on the bed, naked from the waist down. Laying there on her stomach. Swaying her hips. It couldn’t be helped.
30 Days of Truth, Day 24 : Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter)
On with another update in the 30 Days of Truth series! This one changes it up from the established form thus far. Let’s see what it brings us, shall we?
Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter)