Someone needs to give this young lady a lesson on safe toys…because that one looks suspicious! Though she definitely looks like she’s having a lovely time. I took a long, hot bath this evening and had some fun with the
So much sitting. So much writing. So much masturbation! May is a challenge for me in more ways than one. Pegging Paradise’s birthday also comes during May, which includes an additional celebration. So much celebrating! Whew. Perhaps that’s why I
The Red Shoes – Dean Teaser: Betty’s husband Dean is sitting there working away when he gets her text. Game on! His favorite kind of game. The morning offers challenges that are accepted, inspiration, new heights of pleasure, and a
Mother’s Day. A day somehow at odds with sexy stuff, in my mind. I mean, I could picture a man lovingly fucking his wife, the mother of his children, on Mother’s Day after all the breakfast in bed stuff and
Betty’s husband Dean is sitting there working away when he gets her text. Game on! His favorite kind of game. The morning offers challenges that are accepted, inspiration, new heights of pleasure, and a tale about red shoes.
Oh that smile!! Gotta love it. Masturbation makes us all pretty happy campers, am I right? I went to my Chiropractor recently, and he remarked on the looseness of my upper back. I’ve been exercising a bit more than usual,
Click Here …for more erotica than you can handle! Enjoy!!! Love, Ruby P.S. Since this went up late (best laid plans. 🙁 I screwed up on the scheduling) – You will have until Monday at midnight to enjoy all the
Sunny day today. I went for a long walk on the beach with a girlfriend at sunset. I am so blessed to live where I do. Thank you, world! ♥ We only had a few hours. He’d left his barracks
Happy Birthday to Pegging Paradise Seven years ago on this very day, I posted my very first blog post! Seven years later, I am happily blogging, teaching and podcasting, feeling so blessed to be able to love my work and
When I write erotica, I’m sure some of you wonder how much of it is true. Is this my story, or fictional? Like any good writer, I pull parts of my stories from all over the place. Part may have