Squirting Galore

A weekend day, just like any other. The day spent together, just like any other weekend day. Something’s there though. Something between us. A feeling. An unspoken message. Bedtime. Ankle and wrist cuffs. Cuffs bound together. Wrist to writs. Ankle to ankle. “Bend your legs. Spread.” It starts with his hand on my clitoris, briefly. ... continue reading