Amber Ember’s Confessions
When He Slams Me Into My Man
micro erotica flash fiction
There’s a romance to playing the part and to knowing their art well enough that there is a dance, a trance, and radiance that radiates from the dripping wet pussy of a hot wife.
It’s the life — I’m not gonna lie of being a temptress and a hot wife, of being a slut and a queen, of being dirty and then squeaky clean.
I like the life of being picked up and tossed around and held up and crowned and held upside down, and taken out and held hostage.
I like being held hostage by the bull who stands in and teases and coaxes and controls; like when he thrusts me from behind, gripping my breasts and ramming me and slamming me into my man, as he holds my hair and delicately caresses my cheeks.
While slapping me right on; right on the line is right there between heaven and hell; it’s where I walk when I sell my soul for cheap thrills when I take out my body to be used and abused, and he leans me right into my partner…