And you, Miss, are no lady.

His hand on the back of my neck makes me shiver. He tugs the back of my collar, his collar, down as he manipulates the settings for the shower with his other hand. I let the shirt fall off my arms and puddle on his feet. He massages my neck, my shoulder.

I stiffen uncomfortably as his hand comes around to cup my breast. He pulls me against him, my bare back against his bare chest. The shower room is full of steam now.

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(Excerpt from "The Assignment")
Looking forward to reading The Assignment!
 
Love slipping up behind my wife, rubbing up against her ass . She’ll let me know quick if she’s ready for more . She’ll push back and tease me by moaning , saying John take me here . My name isn’t John .
 
For those of you who are already decorating for Christmas, I'm not done with spooky season yet.

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I meet his eyes - shadowy and swirling with thought - over the edge of my glass. I don't drop my eyes in shame. I don't make excuses. I hold his gaze unapologetically, knowing he saw, knowing the darkness in him can't resist the darkness in me.

He's dangerous. I can feel it all over - the instinct to flee or fight… or freeze in fear. I hope he doesn't notice. The tension is tangible as we wait for the other to speak.

It won't be me.

(Excerpt from "The Assignment")
 
For those of you who are already decorating for Christmas, I'm not done with spooky season yet.

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I meet his eyes - shadowy and swirling with thought - over the edge of my glass. I don't drop my eyes in shame. I don't make excuses. I hold his gaze unapologetically, knowing he saw, knowing the darkness in him can't resist the darkness in me.

He's dangerous. I can feel it all over - the instinct to flee or fight… or freeze in fear. I hope he doesn't notice. The tension is tangible as we wait for the other to speak.

It won't be me.


(Excerpt from "The Assignment")
Scare me anytime but be prepared if I fall on you
 
It looks like I have release dates for the first three chapters of "The Assignment"!

Chapter 001 on 11/8
Chapter 002 on 11/9
Chapter 003 on 11/10

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Something to look forward to then!

The pics here are a piece of art! Beautiful and erotic. I've hit subscribe of course.
And you have a beautiful and sexy body. :love:
 
For those of you who are already decorating for Christmas, I'm not done with spooky season yet.

LyhtELb.jpeg


I meet his eyes - shadowy and swirling with thought - over the edge of my glass. I don't drop my eyes in shame. I don't make excuses. I hold his gaze unapologetically, knowing he saw, knowing the darkness in him can't resist the darkness in me.

He's dangerous. I can feel it all over - the instinct to flee or fight… or freeze in fear. I hope he doesn't notice. The tension is tangible as we wait for the other to speak.

It won't be me.


(Excerpt from "The Assignment")
you are lovely I would love to meet you in a dark alley or on a dark and stormy night
 
I got in a writing mood recently, so I'm back to my favorite site for Erotica after an 8+ year hiatus.

While I wait for a few chapters to get approved, I couldn't resist stopping in here to post some photos.

I don't anticipate anyone recognizing me this many years (and two kids) later, but my thread title is a clue to my former account.
The Nyxx rings a bell as I have been here on and off about 15 years. I wish i had better recollection - I guess I should
 
For those of you who are already decorating for Christmas, I'm not done with spooky season yet.

LyhtELb.jpeg


I meet his eyes - shadowy and swirling with thought - over the edge of my glass. I don't drop my eyes in shame. I don't make excuses. I hold his gaze unapologetically, knowing he saw, knowing the darkness in him can't resist the darkness in me.

He's dangerous. I can feel it all over - the instinct to flee or fight… or freeze in fear. I hope he doesn't notice. The tension is tangible as we wait for the other to speak.

It won't be me.


(Excerpt from "The Assignment")
Love this pic. And your hair is gorgeous.
 
For those of you who are already decorating for Christmas, I'm not done with spooky season yet.

LyhtELb.jpeg


I meet his eyes - shadowy and swirling with thought - over the edge of my glass. I don't drop my eyes in shame. I don't make excuses. I hold his gaze unapologetically, knowing he saw, knowing the darkness in him can't resist the darkness in me.

He's dangerous. I can feel it all over - the instinct to flee or fight… or freeze in fear. I hope he doesn't notice. The tension is tangible as we wait for the other to speak.

It won't be me.


(Excerpt from "The Assignment")
I’m sorry but there isn’t anything spooky about that body. Beautiful is more like it!!
 
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