His Hand by Marlayna Fire

His Hand

His hand is light and firm. Clearly there, but never in a pestering manner. He usually touches just for a moment. A graze. A reassurance. Sometimes to communicate the direction, sometimes to indicate he is listening and understands and doesn’t want to interrupt. At other times, his hand encourages me to continue or to take … Read more

Tenderness Caresses Me

Tenderness Caresses Me

Everything within me breaks forward and up and through and down and away and returns to cycle again through the electric power of his finger on my clit. Tap. Tap. Tap. In the breath of the damn crash comes a tidal wave which shakes me to the depths of my soul, toes to head, fingertip … Read more

In that One Breath

In that One Breath

“Bend over.” His voice is rough on the edges and I hear his deep breath as his hand reaches out and tries to gently push me over the kitchen counter. In that one breath, I also hear his hope that I will push back. Friday night, 6pm. He is just home from work and a … Read more

My Blush Rises Up by Marlayna Fire

My Blush Rises Up

I can take more. However, he is taking his time, hoping, that every thrust will make me lose myself and utter the noise which will attract attention. He likes to be discovered. He likes to watch my blush rise up my face and down my butt. Initially, I was embarrassed to feel exposed, to allow … Read more