untold thoughts
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
romeo: hey i just met you.
romeo: and this is crazy.
romeo: but i saw you at your dad's party that i wasn't supposed to attend and i thought you were pretty cute so i followed you and we kissed but then your nanny called you away and i found out you were a capulet and got bummed so i sneaked into your back yard in the middle of the night and climbed your balcony uninvited to profess my undying love after an hour even though i wanted to bone rosaline like two scenes ago.
romeo: so marry me maybe.
If you can’t take the heat
Thanks for sticking with me as I worked through my personal stuff. And for the four people who stopped following me because I didn’t write for a week … I hope you rot in hell. Kidding. Sort of.
“Sorry. I have a strict ‘no clothes’ policy in the kitchen.”
Riley smiled, not sure if I was joking. But then I peeled off my t-shirt, and she bit her lip and gave me a nervous laugh.
We’d been dating for a few weeks, but it was the first time she’d been to my place. I invited her over for some “innocent” baking. Cookies are as wholesome as you could get.
She showed up wearing a cute black dress and stockings and high heels, and I was reluctant to have her strip, but rules are rules. Besides, I didn’t want her staining her dress. I am a sloppy baker.
I unfastened my belt, taking my pants off. I stood there wearing just my black boxer briefs. I put my hands on my hips, flexes my chest and abs, giving Riley a “well?” look. She smiled, rolled her eyes in a playful way, and reached back, unzipping her dress and letting it fall to her ankles.
She covered her breasts with her right arm, stepping out of her dress, her stilleto heels clicking on the concrete. She wore a black-matching garter, holding up her stockings, and tiny black panties. I grabbed a white apron and slipped it over her head, walking around to tie it from behind. Her back was gorgeous, toned and tan.
I leaned down, smelling her, giving her a gentle kiss on her neck as I reached around, grabbing the strings to the apron and pulling them back, doubling them around her tiny waist, tying it from behind.
Erotica by -Tee: Memoirs Vol. 1
My name is Mone’t but most know me as Kitten. I’ve been stripping at Cherry Popper’s for a little over a year now. Cherry Popper’s can’t even be classified as a gentleman’s club. It’s one of the roughest strip clubs that Atlanta has to offer. In other words, it’s grimy as hell. It’s located a…
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