It’s always so much more fun that way. Indian sex He leaned against me, but the knife still remained at my flesh, harsh breaths near my cheek. With a calm smile, I turned and removed my robe, hanging it on a hook near the bed. A single, elegant ribbon was tied around it. The pulse of his organ, the rings of pleasure around my clitoris, and that indescribable feeling only a lover could create. **********
The evening fell and embraced my estate. Though I hate to admit this to myself, the way others observe and pick me apart with their eyes, I’d guess it means I’m attractive, in some way, shape, or form. The walls screamed to run, run, run. Moans escaping our throats. The climax I was slammed into over-whelmed me. Again, the walls, the air — all of the environment, it screamed and strained at the instinct to get away. The blood I long to spill,
