For V, one who showed me how beautiful the meeting of bodies can be. Tingles of eroticism hit my skin as I am waiting in chilly room, at the foot of the bed. A single candle burning, casting shadows and illuminating your figure in the window wall I have in front of me. You turned... Continue Reading →

Sense me

Take me down, make me lose all sense of self. Fuck me, spank me, hard and painful, soft and gentle, take my orgasms, take my body and make me sing for you in moans and lustful whimpers. Bury your fingers in my flesh, make my cheeks glow rosy, make my breathing shallow and my mind... Continue Reading →

Healing Shibari

Part 1 of 'Story of many titles', a little experiment of mine in writing a deeper kind of erotica and romance. Enjoy and feel free to leave your comments below. They really help me improve. 🙂 "Little toy, how does it feel to be here, on a balcony, exposed for everyone to see? Your soft... Continue Reading →

Taking me higher

'Lace will not protect you. It will only make it more enjoyable for me to cut it off of your deliciously plump body, my goddess.' his voice deeper and huskier than I have ever heard, his lips almost grazing my ear. I know he has a knife, a silver dagger, blade adorned with ancient markings,... Continue Reading →

Midnight calls

You enter my mind. Your voice seducing, yet calm, serious, yet funny. Such a easy going nature that I could even start to look for your Shadow, for the darkness in you that I can't pinpoint yet. All thoughts aside, the thought makes me drip. The thought of last night's pleasures that opened some gateway... Continue Reading →

Just like Alice in her own dark Wonderland

It's not all whips and chains (not all the time, at least). It is a dark kind of romance, a somewhat forbidden desire that makes you crave it, makes you want to further and further, calling to your inner seductress. A living fantasy, somewhere between pleasurable fun and addiction to pleasure. It is not about... Continue Reading →

Rediscovering sensuality

Lazily stratching my body on the small couch in my room after a full few hours of study, one hand caressing my breasts through the thin material of my shirt while the other studies my shorts intently, looking for a chance to feel my pussy... I am tired, yet alert. I breathe the faint smell... Continue Reading →

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