Ink & Ache🫦

The night had been soft and unhurried— a table lit with candles, a glass of wine still half-full, and whispers of dirty talk lingering in the air. As his hand brushed against hers, she felt the familiar shiver of desire run down her spine. In her hand, he placed a single rose, her lips curling into a smile when she realized it was that type of rose ;) Unboxing it, she held the small but effective toy in her palm, turning to her partner with lust-filled orbs. He took the toy from her and turned it on, the buzzing causing goosebumps to rise on her skin as she spread her legs, her panties damp from her wetness. Slipping off the clothing garment, her partner held the vibrating toy to her awaiting pussy lips.  She screamed in delight, spreading her legs further apart to feel more of the toy on her sensitive cunt. Her nipples erected as she felt the rose bring her closer to her orgasm. Her partner leaned down to take one of her nipples into his mouth, his hand playing with the other. Th...

Katie shouldn’t want this as much as she does; it’s wrong, yet it feels so right. He watched her the way night watches the edge of dawn—quietly, like he wasn’t supposed to want it.  His hands on her skin felt like sin—the addictive kind She still can’t remember how she ended up in this situation, being pinned to the bed by the school’s popular boy, Jared.  His kisses were intoxicating, suffocating, and sweet like nectar from the gods. Moans, whimpers, and whines escaped her lips with every touch of his lips and fingers, gently stripping her as she’s left bare, vulnerable. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers in her ear, “Can I continue?” Consent? Perfect She nods, words caught in her throat. “Words, princess,” he says again “Y-yes, please,” she affirms. Jared trails kisses down her body, her nipples erect from his touch and the cool air of the A.C. She gasps when he takes one of her buds between his teeth, gently tugging and sucking on it as his hand plays with the other, pinching ...

Not every story needs to be told in daylight. Some are meant to live in the hush between heartbeat and breath. This is where I write mine. Stories that linger on skin like the memory of a touch. Stories that tempt, ones that refuse to fade when the lights go out. Here, ink bleeds into ache. Every sigh, every scene, every spark tells a story So stay. Let’s delve into what awaits 💦 🖤 Noir