Throatpie Stories

There's a quaver to his voice. An uncertain cadence as he strokes a blonde lock behind my ear. “Sure you want this? Last chance.” I simply nod and breathe in. Maybe the last willful breath I'll take until he's done. Pursing my lips, I catch myself in the mirror opposite the hotel bed. Legs splayed. Sitting on my hands. Panties soaked, despite barely a touch. Nipples poke against the strappy black cami top, begging for att...

Leslie looked at herself in the mirror trying to decide if she had chosen the best outfit for her day out with Scarlet: a pair of fitted jeans, a lavender blouse, and a gray cardigan. She didn't want to go for something that suggested her outing was somehow a date, but she also didn't want to be so casual that she appeared indifferent. Her phone beeped with a notification: a text from Scarlet. "See you at Fine Grounds Caf...