When Eyes Meet

Across the crowded dance floor, I saw her. Her soft blonde hair cascading in loose curls over her shoulders. Her sparkling eyes staring into the darkness of the room. Her lips curling softly under the ruby gloss.

The Camera

Another lazy Sunday morning with Diane and I was barely awake before she was sliding back the bed sheets, so she could slide her lips over my dick. She could do what she liked with me and she knew it. From the day we had met she had targeted me. Her voracious eyes flirted with … Continue reading The Camera