Balls are one of my favourite parts of a man! There, I said it. They aren't quite as much of a turn on as strong forearms when you wrap them around me when I am feeling fragile and vulnerable, or send me into reverie like your hands do over a cup of coffee, and they... Continue Reading →
Photo credit: JerBear If he wanted to see me cross all he had to do was stretch out in the sunshine, erection on display in all of its glory. Since his behaviour two weeks before I had been nursing my hurt feelings, brooding. Not only had he topped me from the bottom, but he had bratted... Continue Reading →
Double trouble! Last week my time slipped away so this weeks #SOSS post is two weeks rolled into one.