This is the second part of Rafael’s rain diary, where he shares his thoughts and musings, and he calls these diary entries ‘more poetic writings’. As always, I have translated this using Google, and hope it’s as beautiful in English as in Rafael’s own language.~ Marie Diario de Lluvias (2)
One of my favorite bloggers is The Barefoot Sub, as it seems I always learn something from her blog, just like I did this week. While she did the roundup, and couldn’t choose her own post for the top 3, I want to make a special mention of it. Please
This is the fifth – and for now the last – post in Rafael’s airport series, where he is sharing letters he exchanged some years ago with a blogger. He sent her erotic stories, and she replied with equally erotic letters. As before, I have translated Rafael’s Spanish text to
When Mrs Jones sent me her prompt, and I watched that video, I wish I was right there on the boat with her, looking out over the calm water, and experiencing that early morning vibe. I admire what they have done, away for 6 months and sailing the waters around
This is the fourth post in Rafael’s airport series, where he is sharing letters he exchanged some years ago with a blogger. He sent her erotic stories, and she replied with equally erotic letters. As before, I have translated Rafael’s Spanish text to English, using Google and polished it up
I’m sitting here, listening to the autumn rain, dressed warm with slippers on my feet, and wondering what to write for the introduction of this week’s prompt. It was my turn to do the top 3 again, and where I always enjoy reading all the posts, I also wish I
Continued from… Cuckold me (part 1) Katie slips her arms back into her top but leaves the buttons un-done, picking up the scissors and returning to cutting. The cape over his lap kept raising up so I assumed he was stroking his cock. When Katie noticed what he was doing
Rafael shared with me that he found inspiration on a rainy day, which brought him to write the piece below, and which he wants to continue with on those rainy days in Spain. In his own words he called this a more poetic writing. As always, I have translated this
