Novella: Erotica

I want a transporter,so I can Lick Mister Chris's face...     so...I got some stuff to put her,so its kinda racy...Read at your own risk.   Hey,come here. pin me down.lick my lips. As I rub the bottom of my feet on your legs. Blindfold me. Licks. that make the hair on my arms…

if you are a mister,have missed my erotica..   call me. I need inspiration..

this is a read at your own risk kind of thing...i warned. cold against my skin,fingers entwined in my hair. "you like that?"you question. Hands moving to my hips. "comere,"you say. You pick me up and push me against the wall. Hard kisses,nibble,lick. Hands on my breasts,kissin...

I wish it was febuary. **Put me on the table Make me say your name If I can't remember Then give me all your pain I can sit and listen Or I can make you scream Kiss it and make it better Just put your trust in me** Something about the way you smirk when…

*its been minutes,its been days,Its been a will to remember,happy lost in your hair,and the cold side of the pillow*   Insomina comes and goes...But at least I get to talk to you when I suffer from it. You know the play back reel, the stuff you think about when you are down or unable to...

I know you all know I have nicknames for boys whos faces I would like to lick.   I have a new Mister. So technically he isn't a new mister. I have liked him for a while. Just any sort of timing to see where this crush goes has been extremely bad timing. So this…

I like thinking about you. I really do. I love thinking about you underneath me as I lick your lips. I really do. Tim Curry says"A mental Mindfuck can be nice" and when I think of the idea of you inside my head and what you will do to me, it makes me wet. And of…

You could get me to do anything with  A please. A please Siarai. And a sigh. It sounds like you right behind me. Your skin pressed against mine, When you talk that soft. If I didn't know better, I would say you were behind me. Should I tell you about my dream Mr Trouble? About…

Do you know how many times I have thought about you today? Or how often I just hear your voice in my head?   I think you underestimate the power of your voice,Just saying my name. I would say if I had your fingers i would show you. But you are awfully far away. You…

Crawling over silk sheets. My fingers lightly pulling,thoroughly tangled up in ribbon and lace tied around my wrists. Small circles,slightly swell on my thighs,where you bit me harder then you meant to. I mean it,Jesse dear. At least you always forgive me. Whether I am bad..Or if I am good. Thing...