Jocelynn Carothers
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We walked up the wooden stairs to the deck, and I unlocked the door to my apartment. While I turned the cold, brass handle, I felt the blade of his right index finger trace the curve of my right ass cheek from hip to thigh. “Oh fuck,” I thought, biting my lower lip and walking through the door into my small one bedroom apartment, “I'm so ready for this.”
By Jocelynn Carothers4 years ago in Filthy
Divine Feminine
I closed the door to the bathroom, and stood by the sink - examining my face in the mirror, eyes narrowed as I absorbed my features one at a time. Bright blue eyes shone cornflower flecked with silver beneath mascara-coated lashes, my overly expressive brows knit together, my critical face looking more angry than anything. And that anger was solely directed at myself, I had no right to be here in nothing but an oversized tee shirt, lusting after the woman in the bedroom I'd just left...the woman that fascinated me so deeply. No right at all. My fingers ran absently through my pin straight auburn hair, it was fine like silk thread, and just as soft. I took a deep breath to center myself, wiped my forehead and under my eyes with a damp washcloth, and walked back into the bedroom.
By Jocelynn Carothers4 years ago in Filthy
