'I certainly hope there are no spiders in here,' Bree shuddered at the thought as she crept forward. Exploring the inside of the mound had seemed like an excellent adventure when she had been standing outside. Now however, crawling through the narrow passage with the screen of her phone providing the only light, she was … Continue reading The Guardian
In this case, there's almost no skin, no explicit action. Someone not familiar with figging may not have any idea what is going on. But I love it. I love the firm, almost threatening grip. I love the anticipation in here face- not really fear, but the need to engage in a bit of futile … Continue reading What makes a picture erotic?
I've always wanted to be older. In third grade, the first year I returned to the same school I had previously attended, I remember being confused to find the same people that had been in my class last year still with me. "But I am in third grade now. Where are the third graders?" I … Continue reading Growing Up and Down
Cleverly placed reminders to assist the tops who may get to a certain point and forget what prompted the encounter in the first place.
Gazing out the rippled glass of the window, she began to relax. She'd managed to spill both her drink and half the contents of her purse down the stairs on her first attempt to reach the upper level of the pub. The Australian tourists who had helped her recombobulate had been kind, if somewhat bemused. … Continue reading Anxiety and Discovery
But she's not in a corner you say. Of course she's in a corner- her own little corner of the world. No need to be literal about such things. But it's too distracting, you say. She won't be able to reflect. Nonsense, I say. The sea is one of the most reflective places there are. … Continue reading My Kind of Corner Time