I fucking love kissing. I can get myself off easily with my Doxy, and I can even smack my own cunt or tie my ankles together so I can squirm in self-bondage-d glee, but I need other cute humans for make-outs. I’ve never been kissed under mistletoe at Christmas, and I’m pretty sure that’s not going to change this year. But, hypothetically, it could…Read More →

To me, the idea of saying “you cannot tell lies with a cock in your mouth, little girl” was incredibly hot when I first thought of it. Trying to write a story to use that line in, though, proved a challenge. The end result is a consensual non-consent-y story, featuring a struggle-fuck blow-job in a dirty alley way.Read More →