Me, Jane


Jane inserted her finger into Leah’s ass, stretching her hole to the first knuckle. Leah moaned, leaned forward a little to give better access and even bore down a little in hopes to be penetrated further. The steam began to settle and dry silhouettes appeared fucking hastily. Leah kept wiggling her hips. Jane was slow, precise and pleasant. 

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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