New stories are published every full moon.
“I expected the tired tongue-in-cheek story but this is literal word porn!”
“The Barbershop”
“Max comes back in as Cree unhooks Alex’s bra and helps her pull it from her sleeve. Not fully aware of her own state, Alex tries to get up and help make the couch into a bed. She stumbles and falls into Max’s arms. Max holds her steady and makes note of her bare legs but says nothing. Alex closes her eyes, yields to Max’s grip and blurts out, “You smell really good.”
Cree whispers, “She does.”
“Kissing Booth”
“A command in words and touch. The slightest pressure is applied to the inside of my thighs. A gentle request for the hips to relax and open. My legs unfurl instinctively. I am transformed into a will-less marionette for this nameless puppeteer; my limbs attached to her desires. She pulls herself into me, face to face with the erogenous epicenter of an 8.0 earthquake rumbling beneath my panties.”
“The Water”
“I want to feel her like I feel myself, thick, saturated, and blooming. I want to know what our waters feel like together. If we poured ourselves into the same ocean and swam, where we go. Our waters are just deep enough for a dip. Wide and true enough to dive in and come up dripping wet.”
“Cree is Mad”
“The force moves her face slightly but when her eyes return to mine they are charged. “I like it when you slap me.” So, I do. My hand meets her face, this time harder. All flames have been lit. With one hand pressing into my collarbone and throat she moans, “Hit me again.”
“High”
“Tonight you make yourself a fire and my body a pile of matches. I am a conflagration, every sense aflame. The only sound I can make, as you roll your hips into the perfect thrust, is a single gasp. A gasp like all the air in my body has dedicated itself to spreading this fire…”
“Amazing content. Made my pussy wet! Keep up the great work!”