When He Comes Through TownWhen he comes through town, a storm passes through my body. All the windows and doors swing open. If they don’t open on their own, he pries and prods them until they do. A gust of wind rushes in. And for as long as he deems necessary, I breathe and choke on sweat and skin and nails and hair and saliva and the intermingling of his cum with mine.

As this lovely little erotic vignette continues, Anaïs Dream describes a savage progression of raw carnal energy.  It’s wet, it’s furious, and as it washes over you it brings a full range of sensations and emotions.

Do read on: it’s quite the sexy storm.

[panel text=”How do you enjoy it?”]

Discover more from The Kink Studio

Subscribe now to keep reading and get access to the full archive.

Continue reading