Creamo

I reach out for you in the still of the morning, press my face into your candy floss blonde. Read more

Your eyes narrow at me as you storm past. You stride back and demand to know: ‘Do you drink?’ Read more

A chick with a dick grip on the neck of a bottle of wine is probably one of the hottest things. (That’s it. That’s all I have to say.) Read more

This lace grazes my nipples back and forth as you exhale in my ears: Helloooooo… Read more

Throw me on the back of your motorcycle, Svet. I wanna feel the warm metal vibrate against my vulva. Read more

The young lady checking us in wore a sheer polyester blouse over a lace camisole… Read more

As we passed your table I threw you a double take; you’re too young to know that oldest of tricks in the book. Read more

Now I’m face down on duck down, your full weight upon me; tits squished against my shoulder blades. Read more

‘Bergamot rind…’ (smirk, jangle), ‘it’s just a fancy name for orange peel.’ Read more

Are blistering heels worth an eye-full of Sunday morning perky-lating café au lait? Read more