writer and critique group friend, Daryl Devore, releases a sexy new book today.
Isn’t that cover HOT?
some new purchases. The voice that followed her home has some erotic playtime
traitorously responded. So did my lower parts. They tingled. The bustier was
much tighter than I would have hooked it. My breasts were forced into a
way-out-there position. My body liked the restraint. I tickled myself again. My
nipple grew firm. Playing with both, I squeezed and pulled until they stood
erect and pinky-proud.
cubes. My areolas contracted. My nipples stiffened. My next touch changed to
sandpaper—rough and scratchy. Tingles shivered through my body. Hot, cold, rough,
soft—each new sensation was a surprise.
inside. My hand turned palm up, and the vibrating nipple clamp fell into it.
Thall didn’t send the instructions along, and I hadn’t had a chance to read
them yet. My bad.
switch. A squeal escaped me as a tiny electric pulse shot through my aroused
dusky tip. The other clamp floated in front of me. I secured it onto my left
nipple and held my breath.
in my crotch.
random, and I found myself waiting for the next. They didn’t fire together. Nor
did they go off in even patterns. I lay back wallowing in the random sensations
they delighted in me. I wanted this to last for hours. A small thought nudge
me. How long do tiny cell batteries last?
strong fingertips raked the insides, forcing my legs apart.
would be a more apt description. I’ve been cooler after a tough hour of hot
rest on silk pillows having my nipples erotically zapped. I pulled my knees up
and let them fall. I was fully exposed, and horny as hell. I wanted to be
fucked. Needed to be fucked.
down my crotch. My glass penis hung, head down, aimed between my legs.
you to a screaming orgasm?”
the Fates understand the term – duh!
insides of my labia. I sighed and sunk to the edge of bliss.
labia and inner thighs.
of my body. My fingers dug into the pillows as I experienced the most
mind-fucking sensation ever and released an intense scream of joy.
petting dragged across my clitoris with molasses speed. My heart raced, my
breaths were shallow pants as I arched my hips up and spread my legs as wide as
I could. “Touch me again. Please.”
Total bitch in heat, and I didn’t give a damn.
more of Capri’s Fate, click on the links below.