Temperature's RisingTemperature's Risingêtre éveilléCum for me…au réveilbête noireWelcome To Vagina!Food of LoveHours Before Dawnhttps://mrsfever.wordpress.com https://mrsfever.wordpress.com https://secure.gravatar.com/blavatar/fcab2a0bccc48f6f1113aa64363190f2?s=96&d=https%3A%2F%2Fs2.wp.com%2Fi%2Fbuttonw-com.png https://mrsfever.wordpress.com/2015/10/30/etre-eveille/ https://mrsfever.wordpress.com/2015/10/30/etre-eveille/ I come awake with a start – frozen in place, throat tight, heart pounding a rapid tattoo in my chest – to the roar of frustrated winds blustering against the night. I am cold. Disoriented. The t-shirt [...]

I come awake with a start – frozen in place, throat tight, heart pounding a rapid tattoo in my chest – to the roar of frustrated winds blustering against the night. I am cold. Disoriented. The t-shirt I wear is twisted around my torso. My sheets are skewed, my pillows tossed, my legs tangled in [...]

I am liquid slick, boiled down under the flame of your fingers. Molten, steamy. Slow burn reduction, simmering under your touch. I am raw senses and quivering heat, pinprick pleasure and delicious, dripping ache. On fire for you. I feel the grip of your fingertips on my hips, pulling me back against your swollen cock, [...]

The afternoon sun reaches through the windowpane, light-soaked rays stroking their fingertips over my sleep-warmed skin, caressing me through my quilted cocoon, coaxing me slowly awake. It takes me a while, I think to myself, as I hear his approaching movements against the background sounds of domestic hums; fluffing towels turn in the dryer while [...]

Limbs twined, my cheek to his chest, I inhale his skin between slowing heartbeats, kittening under his hand stroking my hair and nestling into the strength of his ember-warm embrace. My lashes flutter in a latent echo of endorphin trembles, and, stroking my fingertips over his torso, I ask… What are you afraid of? …even [...]