Wanton Wednesday

The power she holds over me is inexplicable.  Her eyes are steel blue.  Her hair, blonde.  She’s a shameless flirt.  I see it all the time.  It’s almost pathological, her flirtiness – hard for me to feel special to her.…

Yesterday, I wrote about pussies – today, I write about breasts.  I like them.  I like them big, I like them small.  Perky, saggy, big aureolae, small ones, inverted nipples, eraser nipples – you name it, I like it.  With…