- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Steampunk, Romance, Scifi, Horror, Modern, and Fantasy, although I'm always jazzed to try something new.
Flinne couldn't get enough of the view he had. Aria's pose made each and every delectable curve of her figure on excellent display. Her lips and tongue against his flesh heightened the sensation of arousal, and when one of her diminutive hands rose to grasp his girth, he shuddered, and his hips went rigid. He adored the way Aria felt against him, in every possible way, and this particular way was a significantly new experience.
His cheeks went hot, and his legs tensed, and relaxed. The way his lover's nails scored his thigh lightly only made an intriguing contrast between pain and pleasure. Luminous green gaze was locked to Aria's face, as she attended his arousal. When she moaned around his stiffness, he gasped again, his hands tightening on her bare shoulders gently.
He was somewhat surprised when the woman's mouth slid from him, although the flick of tongue to tip at the end gave him a jolt of pleasant surprise. His heart hammered in his chest. The stroking wasn't stopping, and he was glad for it, but a more rational piece of his mind told him that his lover needed satisfaction as much as he did. A hand rose from her shoulder, to cradle her cheek softly.
"I want you," He breathed. She felt so <i>good</i>. In every way. But as lovely as her mouth felt, she was too far away to be kissed, and he sorely missed kissing her.
His cheeks went hot, and his legs tensed, and relaxed. The way his lover's nails scored his thigh lightly only made an intriguing contrast between pain and pleasure. Luminous green gaze was locked to Aria's face, as she attended his arousal. When she moaned around his stiffness, he gasped again, his hands tightening on her bare shoulders gently.
He was somewhat surprised when the woman's mouth slid from him, although the flick of tongue to tip at the end gave him a jolt of pleasant surprise. His heart hammered in his chest. The stroking wasn't stopping, and he was glad for it, but a more rational piece of his mind told him that his lover needed satisfaction as much as he did. A hand rose from her shoulder, to cradle her cheek softly.
"I want you," He breathed. She felt so <i>good</i>. In every way. But as lovely as her mouth felt, she was too far away to be kissed, and he sorely missed kissing her.