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kit_kat
2 hours ago
Bisexual Female, 42
England

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Pumpkin spice latte and cinnamon muffins

Just a little nostalgic snippet from my soft cookies recipe book.

I love all the seasons: summer for its fun beach days and the warm sun rays recharging one’s soul; winter for its beautiful scenery, when the world is covered with fresh snow and for all the winter sports; spring for the flowers, bees, and the scent of na...

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Non Zero Sum Game

Who's stalking whom?

The warming sunrays of a brief Indian summer were a welcome pleasure on our cheeks after two weeks of torrential rain and glacial wind. I could once again sit outside at the local coffee shop with my best friend enjoying our pumpkin spice lattes and - for...

  Not a word, not a sound. I’m about to turn the page when your shadow alerts me to your presence, feeble footsteps absorbed into the thick pile chenille rug.   You’re standing in front of me, an unspoken question on your lips, tapping your foot silently....

Otilia It’s Friday afternoon; she will be home from work soon and I’ll get to spend the whole weekend with her. I’ve prepared a nice dinner, because she really appreciates my home cooked meals. It’s nothing special, really, just some veggie burgers, but I...

Yours

The first chapter of my flash kink collection

I never liked plain vanilla ice cream - or chocolate, for the record. Take me to the Caribbean with a few scoops of creamy coconut with crunchy frozen chocolate bits, chewy candied pineapple chunks, I’ll sprinkle spiced rum and squirt cream on it, then we...

The Twenty-Four Hour Experiment

Wife's voice, "You're hooked up to the monitor, you need to recall the best 24 hours of sex."

FIRST HOUR I’d been lusting after Cloe Simmonds ever since I figured out all the amazing things the package in my pants can do. But she only had eyes for her handball coach. It was damn painful to watch. Luckily, he eventually decided that she wasn’t wort...

Ribbon

Ribbon restraint creates a beautiful and irresistible package...

Arms laced together behind my back; every knot further binding my submission to Him. Prey, present, either or both, I long to be captured and be consumed. The soft silk caresses my body in maddening suspense, curling its way up on my elevated legs. Words...

Ribbon

Ribbon restraint creates a beautiful and irresistible package...

Seated naked for all but the heels, she's unguarded. I bind the hands behind her back, lovingly wrapping her arms together. The ribbon snakes its way up, a mind of its own, slithering out of my hands entangling her. My vision coming to life, she is first...