“Are you a good girl?” His usual growl was a whisper, barely audible above her ragged breathing. His fingers were deep inside her. Exploring. Pushing. Bringing her close to her tipping point. “Are you a good girl?” His voice louder this time, though still barely above a thick whisper. He...
Are You A Good Girl?
Trust Me
Trust. I’ve written about it before. I could write about it once a month and still have something new to say every time. At first glance it appears simple but if you stop and spend time considering the depth of it, the impact it has on every aspect of our...