Month: May 2016

He held my hand in his, strong and capable, he guided me as always. I needed the surety of his touch. I desired it. I craved it. I demanded it. And he allowed it. His touch kept me alive, sparking with desire and need, and a will to test his boundaries. Within the cradle of […]

via An Erotic Short: Touch — Ellie Masters Dark Romance…

lips open looks locked collar clasped eyes scan as tools sing old taboos refined under sensory stings the flushed flesh is felt by wandering hands wanting more of her Master who’s hard to ignore

via Collared — fell. Xx

via Ached (A Poem) — Diary Of A Dirty Girl

“Cuddled consumed Caressed and devoured Knowing ones place”

via Haiku – Consumed — poly pride

via Used (A Poem) — Diary Of A Dirty Girl