If you want some breath play phone sex then this is for you, babe. The room was dark, the only light filtering through the curtains, barely illuminating the contours of our bodies entwined on the bed. Allen’s lips were on…
Molly’s frustration had reached its peak. Twice now, Andrew had denied her release, and yet, the thrill of revenge was even sweeter than the orgasms she had been denied. Her body was on fire, trembling with need, but she refused…
“This isn’t a poem. It’s an alibi.” Journee doesn’t write erotica. She breathes it into your ears while you forget how to breathe. Thick. Slow. Ruthless. This is more than face-sitting — it’s full-body submission in verse form. Just listen.…
In the quiet solitude of her apartment, Lucy lay sprawled across her bed, the crumpled pages of a half-read novel discarded to the side. Her eyes glazed over the flickering screen of her phone, scrolling through the endless feed of…
Breath play phone sex was a bold new frontier for Esme’s clients, and this curvy brunette chameleon was more than happy to lead the way. One phone call, one deep, powerful moan from her client, and Esme knew she had…