Today Gabriella Messina shows us how shifters, and the authors that write about them, ROCK!!! Gabriella’s Bio: Gabriella Messina grew up in Northwestern Pennsylvania, where her early ventures in writing consisted of 30-page book reports. Though her writing began in prose, it was screenwriting that first captured her attention. After a trip toContinue reading “Gabriella Messina: Author”
I gripped the sheets underneath us hoping that I didn’t rip them to shreds first. Her back arched. Her hips bucked. Her other hand caressed her breasts before pulling each nipple in turn.
Subject HRNY69LVR was half dressed lying in the bed on her stomach. Her hand was underneath her and stroking her vagina. I zoomed the camera in to see her massaging her clitoris expeditiously.
All of her body was alert and ready for more. I kissed her neck and then whispered in her ear. “Ready for a game?”
She was weary and had every right to be. “Yes.”
Wetness, all me, coated my fingers making it easy to move them faster. I was growing tired of always needing you this way. And you didn’t even know, fucking shame.
I led her to my bedroom not bothering to play shy. I knew she was leaving in two days and I needed to make the best of it.
Now that we were on the highway, it was time to put my plan into action. Pinching my nipple, I lowered my hand and began stroking my clit. Sideways glances came from him as he tried to watch and steer.
I had to be dreaming. There was no way in hell that he was here with me. Or maybe I should say that there was no way that I was here with him.
Have you ever awoken to what feels like the most intense throb between your thighs? Well, here I am. 6:42 a.m. on a Monday morning and my persistent clit won’t let me sleep. It’s the reason why my hand is kind of… well…