NSFW, probably.

His lips brushed my neck; his breathing made mine pick up in rhythm. His kisses we delicious and forbidden at the same time. We shouldn’t be doing this; my parents were close by, but I think that made it more exciting. His hands cupped my face, the back of my neck; they caressed my back, my sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps in ( Read more... )

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{{{ I promise, last post of the night. Dunno what came over me when I wrote this. November 2005. }}}

It's three o'clock in the morning.

It's always three o'clock in the morning in these kind of stories, don't you think? They all start the same. Of course I have to have my mug filled with hot coffee right next to me, its aroma filling my nostrils and ( Read more... )

I think it's safe to say I enjoy sex. And as such this journal may contain content around those lines, be it explicit or not. It's just fair to warn anyone that reads it so we come to an understanding. But don't worry, I am a one man woman. And... I'm not a borderline nymphomaniac.

...yet.