We first came upon (ahem) Negron’s artwork in the totally amazing erotic comic anthology Thickness. Since then we have been frankly obsessed with his colorful style, and also what would appear to be a fascination with luscious lady booty and the art of queening. Now that’s the sort of preoccupation we can get behind!read more
Taking my right hand saturated in my pussy juice, I firmly hold your taut shaft . My left hand plays with your gorgeous balls. I love how your cock tastes. I’m stroking your shaft and massaging your balls between my fingers every now and then I dip my head down to quickly lick up your pre-cum so as not to waste a drop of your divine elixir.read more
Taking my right hand saturated in my pussy juice, I firmly hold your taut shaft
My left hand plays with your gorgeous balls.
Mmmmm it tastes good Martin. I love how your cock tastes.read more
Last night after our encounter, I was aroused beyond a maiden’s patience. Anxiety begat a sexual wildness not known to me for a long time … to long. How do I satisfy this need before I go mad? I walked to the full length mirror in my bedroom to try and see if what I was feeling was apparent. It didn’t seem to be, but something was different. Underneath my nightgown I could see my nipples poking out trying to escape the silk. My sopping nest, I was certain, would be visably throbbing from underneath that I was almost surprised to see it still.read more
I woke up with the strangest feeling … craving, really. I could feel your cock in my mouth. I could taste its salty sweetness. My lips could feel the smooth, rigid surface of your shaft. The back of my throat could swear that your head was hitting the back of it and tried to swallow you whole each time. The most prominent feeling was that of my bottom lip half covering my teeth, the pressure of your movement as it was moving with you … slowly … each entry and each retraction … in and out.read more
The masseuse was very respectful, which for me is huge. I find it unseemly to be crass when you hardly know a person even if you both know what you’re there for. He explained he was a professional LMT and had been doing this for more than 15 years which put me at ease.But I think the thing that was at least a 1/3 of it for me was that he insisted that I not lift a finger to help him in any way as this session was purely for MY enjoyment.read more
I was leaning against the modern wooden room divider in a black lace bra and panties set. The hard wood cutouts made the position uncomfortable, as did the plus size thigh-high digging into my skin. I felt the top of each thigh high and tried to adjust them so that the bubble of skin that the elastic made was less noticeable, to no avail.
I had oiled my body out of the shower. Supple and with sheen, it was what he liked to see upon laying eyes on me for the first time in weeks. He said he longed to feel the slip of his fingers on my skin when he put his hands around my waist in preparation to kiss me. I longed for this too … so much, the thought made me slippery above those ill-fitting thigh highs I had given up on.read more
I find you naked on the bed as I enter the room in my pink slip. No covers. Sitting up. Waiting with a devilish smile on your face.
“Looks like you have something on your mind” I say with a smirk, swaying over to your side of the bed.
“I do.” you answer, mirroring my taunting smile.read more
After the latest short tease of time we had today on IM I was turned on beyond measure. Hot from the words, the feelings, the sexual tension and arousal. My pussy throbbed – whining to be pleased. I escaped into the bedroom and stripped naked, leaving my jeans and panties on the floor – sopping with my juices and a few shades darker for the wetness.read more
As we know, pussies come in an infinite variety of contours and shapes — and they’re beautiful, every one. The delicate line drawings of Quim (that’s cheeky British slang for vag!) Portraits capture their intricacies in a straightforward — and really, really cute — form.read more