by Wendy Alexander | Jul 21, 2025 | Short Form
I’m trying to be a good girl – your good girl – while you slip the pretty lacy panties I bought just for you about my thighs and run your tongue over my seam already wet in anticipation of your touch. Your hands on my ass hold me steady while I try to resist the urge... by Wendy Alexander | Jul 21, 2025 | Short Form
You’re nothing more than a fantasy, a figment of my overactive imagination made real by a lack of a real, human man in my direct presence. But I swear, at night, when I’m alone and dreaming, that I can feel you. Hot breath against my collarbone, deft fingers gripping... by Wendy Alexander | Jul 21, 2025 | Short Form
I wake, with a gasp of breath. Too real. This feeling that the Wild has vested in my soul yearns to imprint itself into my entire being like a fine-line tattoo. But the ghostly presence is gone, lost to dreams and desires unfulfilled. And the day, too bright against... by Wendy Alexander | Jul 21, 2025 | Short Form
“Are you trying to get me drunk?” I ask you, teasingly as the server sets down the third Patrón Reposado margarita in front of me. I giggle like a schoolgirl, totally unaware, while you eye me like a wolf about to devour its prey. But you make no move. Not yet. You... by Wendy Alexander | Jul 21, 2025 | Short Form
I am but Moon, lowly lofted in the sky, ever drifting from horizon to horizon I lie in wait for Wild’s return Wrapped in a blanket of stars But it’s not the same as Wild’s untamed heat The feel of his breath on my surface Or his hands wrapping truth against my cool...