pressing up against the curve of the float, desperate for more pressure, more friction. But the float wouldn’t…
Someone—maybe a woman, masked in a black dive hood—strapped a breathing regulator between her lips. The hiss of…
The morning sun spilled through the gauzy curtains of the Hartleys’ guest bedroom, catching in Maddie’s tousled blonde…
Water sports were Clementine’s guilty pleasure – a pleasure that she enjoyed indulging whenever she could. Tonight, as…
I have this pathetic little sissy who enjoys being my little piss dumpster. He gets on his knees…