Wicked Stories

Bent over the chair, Hayley waited for him, her heart beating like a hummingbird’s. She lifted up on her toes, arched her back and pushed her ass out, hoping to please him as he sat on the couch, directly behind her. She hoped he was enjoying the view. The plug was still there, big and rude inside her—could he see the bright blue tip? Her ass wanted his attention, all of her did, even while it scared her. Being bent over...

On All Hallows night, The fairy queen, Walks in the silence, Of the moonlit dock. Her coat of leaves, As red as night, Swirling, swirling, Her bare feet Gliding the oaken boards. Remember, The beauty of July, Her blonde hair, Hanging loose, around Her slim shoulders, Her slender frame, Wrapped in a tight black shawl. Remember, The beauty she brought, And the havoc, She wreaked in your heart? October now, Almost November,...

Hands that touch my heated skin A sigh that brings a wicked smile Moans of desire resound off the walls Hips sway wanting more of you Make it happen, make me call out your name You want hear it, you want me to beg You savor this moment when I give in You have all I need, all I ever wanted Here I lay close to you, take it I see no other, only you, your eyes Wetness, sweet nectar betweenMy thighs, this what you do to me You...