Camilla Landry rustles against me, the silky fabric of her overpriced lingerie
slipping along my bruised rib. The porcelain perfection of her skin is even
more innocent against the colorful ink dotting my own. It’s demure meets damage,
pampered meets punctured.
So, yeah, it’s obvious I’m that guy. Dominic Hughes. Her attempt at rebellion.
Her bid to see what the other side of the tracks feel like. I’m okay with being
used because, from where I’m sitting, the other side of the tracks have never
looked so good.
vivid against his bare skin, making the blues of his eyes shine.
lips find the sensitive spot behind my ear. His face buries in the crook of my neck and he takes a long, leisurely breath. “You smell so good.”
body give up the fight of the day and let me take over.” He turns me in his
arms so I’m facing him. “I love that you trust me enough to let your shoulders
sink out of that perfect posture you walk around with.”
moves carefully, unwrapping the tie from the twisted mess in my locks, careful
not to pull. “There,” he says, cupping the back of my head through my long tresses, “that’s better.”
his tongue darting out and wetting his lips. My knees weaken, my body humming
with delight at his reaction.
“Let me baby you.”
around him, pulling him so close that the soft cotton of his sweatpants rubs against my opening.
She resides in the Midwest with her husband, sons, and two dogs. She spends a large amount of time playing with her kids, drinking coffee, and cooking. You can find her outside if the weather’s nice and there’s always a piece of candy in her pocket.