"Come with me", I say, moving from the kitchen into the living room. Our morning coffee sits abandoned on the counter where we forgot about it once you began to kiss me. Twenty-five years together and still your kisses have the power to disrupt my entire day. Gone are the thoughts of rushing to get … Continue reading Come With Me →

Imagine me standing at the edge of the table with my torso laying face down, head turned to the side. Arms stretched over my head, wrists bound together with the rope tied to the table leg or base. Pussy juice trickling down my leg as you tease my clit with your fingers. When I am … Continue reading Bound by You →