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Lusty Lit #15: Liberated

Art, Literature November 21, 2016

I let my body slip into its familiar curves and I’m instantly taken back to a particular night about a month ago, when Master used the Flip-Stage as a riser for the Esse. He said it was an early birthday present for me, a extra reward for my steady progress as his pet.

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Lusty Lit #13: Lilith

Art, Literature November 21, 2016

The priest began scooting back to the safety of the altar. The woman pursued him with predatory grace. The sway of her hips as she stalked him tempted all sorts of wicked thoughts. Suddenly, his lower back pressed against the mantel of the altar and his breath started racing in ragged spurts. He was trapped.

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Lusty Lit #12: Off Mute

Art, Literature November 14, 2016

I wonder if they can hear you as my tongue slowly circles you, then goes deep into you, licking and sucking, your thighs twitching. I drink your sweet essence as it flows into my mouth when you come. I drink you in deeply as you stifle a moan of pleasure, riding my face hard in orgasm.

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Lusty Lit #11: Dark Chocolate

Art, Literature November 14, 2016

She paused, considering her next move—she’d planned it, but hadn’t planned on enjoying his mouth quite this much! He gripped her ass and she rode his tongue like a skilled surfer rides a wave, floating upward with the swell of his lips and tongue, before plunging and grinding downward into the barrel of the wave. “Not sure I want to drop this last chocolate,” she thought to herself…

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Lusty Lit #10: The Maid

Art, Literature November 8, 2016

“Should I stop, slut?” I ask. Unable to speak, you shake your head. I am more than happy to oblige, moving from between your legs, to each ass cheek. I start down one exposed inner thigh, back up the other, then I carefully, repeatedly target your most tender place, covering every inch.

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Lusty Lit #9: 4 Senses

Art, Literature November 7, 2016

I wet my fingers between my legs and paint your face until you are glistening. I wipe the last of my wetness around your nose, surrounding you with my scent. I then pull down the blindfold so you can concentrate on your sense of smell…and not see what’s coming next.

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