Gracie\'s Playground

Saturday March 31st 2007, 11:30 am
Filed under: Grace

“whisper my name,” he tells me.

of course i do when i get off thinking about him, the images, what i have seen, what he has said. he is always in my mind in the dark crevices of matter and i yank him out when i need a “fix”.

“whisper my name,” he tells me.

i always do when he is the cause of violent orgasms that cause me to grip at whatever is nearby. i clench my teeth and snarl like a beast. he brings out the monster in me.

“whisper my name,” he tells me.

something so simple, yet so arousing when you tell a guy you whispered his name when you came and “he” is not your husband.

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oh YES!

Comment by Mina 03.31.07 @ 10:18 pm

Mmmmmm fuck, this got me nice and hard… damn you, woman, every time!

Comment by Tom 04.01.07 @ 4:36 pm

Mmmmm intense and forbidden. I love it!

Comment by Chris 04.01.07 @ 5:32 pm

Although it was his name that you groaned,
a dance with his ego did partake.
For just a minute, you were owned.
He had your breath, your mind, your ache.

Comment by Bunny Lebowski 04.02.07 @ 5:56 am

Say what is on your mind
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