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|Member Since:||Oct 9, 2011|
Hiya! :) I'm Lily, 20 years old from California!
I don't know what else to say about myself, really. Let's see... I love writing and reading, and spend most of my time doing both rather than being socially active, my bedroom is my solace as that is where my laptop and books are, and I'm studying creative writing right now with the hopes of teaching it some day, while also dreaming of becoming an author as well. Aside from reading/writing, I suppose I like music and old 80's movies and admiring male celebrities' faces...
And that's about all for now :)
I write mostly erotica, so that's all I will be posting on this site, for now anyway! Hope you enjoy browsing my writing!! Here's a taste of what you'll find:
"Call Me Dean"
He was a teacher, and I was a student. It's the classic story of forbidden pleasure, bound against rules and laws. I could have forgotten about Mr. McKinley entirely. That would have been the smart decision. But I was in too deep, and had already had too many fantasies of him. No where to go but forward from there, and that was exactly what I did.
"Call Me Dean part 2"
"Dean." I said, and paused, wondering if it was still okay that I called him by his first name. When a muscle in his jaw jumped and his hands found my hips, I figured it was, and I continued. "Did you think about me at night?"
He nodded once, staring at me with a longing gaze. "Yes.
"And did you ever find yourself unable to contain how much you wanted me, so much that it almost hurt?"
Again, he nodded.
"Now you know how I've felt since the day I entered your classroom."
I traced my hands down his chest, and stopped to unbutton his shirt slowly, taking an agonizingly long time for the both of us. Dean took over, hurriedly finishing the task and then rolling the fabric from his shoulders, stopping only to see what I was going to do next. I wasn't sure how I felt about being in control, but I'd be lying if I said a little part of me didn't like it. I was setting the pace now, making him wait like he'd made me wait for so long.
"Call Me Dean part 3"
"Do you remember what you said, that day in the changeroom shower?" I asked hesitantly, my eyes still lowered.
Dean captured my hair between his fingers, twirling it with an absent expression. "I said a lot of things."
"Yes, but afterwards, you said you weren't going to make love to me until I graduated."
"So..." I trailed off, swallowing anxiously. "I'm here, right now, no longer a student."
"I Just Want a Taste"
Just like any other time she was invited into Jensen's office, she felt a certain sense of excitement fluttering in her stomach. She couldn't help the thoughts that littered her mind, all of which revolved around the idea of having her boss take her in his strong arms and make love to her on the ground. Or on his desk. Or anywhere, for that matter...
The cop was keeping up with her effortlessly; he didn't seem to be as tired as she was. In fact, he was gaining on her, closing the gap between them at a frightening pace. It wouldn't be long before he caught her, and then what?
Stay lovely, my lovelies!