Daisy Danger » Pure Fucking

I’m weak, still sticky and exhausted from the marathon sex session we just had. Nick asks if I feel like going out to get something to eat. I tell him I’d definitely need a shower first. Just...

https://daisydanger.com/2013/01/30/the-shower/

I’ve been waiting. I lean back against the stack of pillows, the light from my cell phone throws odd shadows against the wall. You tell me you miss me. I miss you too, even though it’s only b...

https://daisydanger.com/2013/01/18/i-answer-the-phone/

Gently, I take his glasses and place them on the windowsill. He leans back into the mound of pillows, tucking the purple one under his neck. I sling my leg around and straddle his face, palms ag...

https://daisydanger.com/2012/12/06/smother-me-with-your-cunt-he-whispers/

We’re flopped on the couch, watching movies, but even following the plot seems like too much effort. “If it weren’t so damn hot, I’d wanna fuck,” Nick says, tilting the fan to blow acro...

https://daisydanger.com/2012/05/23/in-heat/

Nick has bound them tightly to my sides with a long sheet of plastic wrap. My breasts are squashed flat against my chest. I try to inhale deeply, the plastic tightens and prevents me from moving....

https://daisydanger.com/2011/12/21/i-cant-move/

“I’m looking for a better parking spot.” I’m in no mood. I hate going to the mall, but I need to buy one last-minute gift. “You passed one three rows ago,” he says, sounding annoyed....

https://daisydanger.com/2011/11/23/get-your-hand/

“No,” I huff in frustration. “I just can’t get there. It’s me, not you.” Will wipes his hand off on the towel. I lay back on the bed and stare at the ceiling while he lights a cigaret...

https://daisydanger.com/2011/07/13/did-you-come/

I’m a sex blogger that hasn’t been getting laid. It’s not that I don’t have a partner, we’re both busy and the last few months have been filled with deadlines, travel, nasty colds. A lo...

https://daisydanger.com/2011/04/28/i-have-a-terrible-secret/

“Do I get a spanking?” I tease, turning around to present my ass. “This will be better,” he promises, an evil twinkle in eyes. We’ve had a bit of a lull in our sex life, the long winter...

https://daisydanger.com/2010/12/17/happy-birthday/

I see the skeleton of a Ferris Wheel looming in the distance, so I get an idea. A dingy little camper serves as the carnival employment office. A lady with the word LOVE tattooed across her knuck...

https://daisydanger.com/2010/11/19/i-need-cash-and-i-need-it-fast/