“I thought to myself how we were so wrapped up in this animal act, that he couldn’t care less about his tea shop business, and I couldn’t care less about my job. That’s real sex that is, real passion: where… — Fiona Thrust Copy Share Image
“I could feel his whole body trying to claim me, want me, own me in lust, and it made me feel so valuable and… — Fiona Thrust Copy Share Image
“To feel aroused is to feel alive. Having great sex is like taking in huge lungfuls of fresh air, essential to your body, essential… — Fiona Thrust Copy Share Image
“I live for sex. I celebrate it, and relish the electricity of it, with every fibre of my being. I can see no better… — Fiona Thrust Copy Share Image
“There we were, filled with pure animal need, as he pinned me to the wooden table, and cruelly whipped my naked bottom; the two… — Fiona Thrust Copy Share Image
“It was the wildness of it that got me going: the primal lust, the sheer needs of two people in heat, quickly finding ways… — Fiona Thrust Copy Share Image
“I thought to myself how we were so wrapped up in this animal act, that he couldn’t care less about his tea shop business,… — Fiona Thrust Copy Share Image
“He handed the dust pan and brush over. I knew they wouldn’t be much use in cleaning the floor. I also knew the real… — Fiona Thrust Copy Share Image
“He closed the door behind us, and led me through to the back of the shop. ‘If you don’t mind, you can get changed… — Fiona Thrust Copy Share Image
“I want you to fuck me, Chris,’ I said, lustfully whispering the words into his ear as he planted kisses on my neck. His… — Fiona Thrust Copy Share Image
“He was the kind of man I wanted: wild, hot, horny, and losing control. And it all pointed back to me, about how much… — Fiona Thrust Copy Share Image
“I traced a finger along my bottom lip as I wondered what his erection would look like, and how I should seduce him. I… — Fiona Thrust Copy Share Image
“He pulled my head back further, and I could hear his ragged breathing as his mouth came close to my ear, sounding so desperate… — Fiona Thrust Copy Share Image
