- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Ya Boy
Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click here
We turned our sins red and black. Bathed in cinnamon, in hopes to clear the air. Ya boy had a rooster feather and eight hundred dollars in a cargo pants pocket. I'm wearing a leash again. This time, striped softly in black from collar down to breasts and belly. Half covered in lace and oozing easy leaning. I told him not to ever correct me in the mirror with gestures and fervor. I have only purple lipstick and shadow. Thigh highs, silk snake skin, and involuntary conjure. My hair in two buns like a panda's ears; black rimmed frames. Pearl earrings. No worries. We tussle just a bit in between the eyes.
- COMMENTS
