A slow stream of thick nail polish drips from my toe onto your back as you adjust yourself beneath me — the color, geranium, blooms against the fabric of your white t-shirt and a blood red dot stains the spot beneath my bare feet. “Hold still,” I command, digging my heel deeper into your back …
Wine , Dine
Her hands trembled in anticipation as she put on her mascara. ‘Jeeze, Quinn, get it together,’ she thought to herself trying to calm her nerves. She stepped back to admire her naked body in the full length mirror; her hands trailing her auburn hair, caressing her prodigious breasts, the supple curve of her hips, her …