Erika Wood
Bio
Writing has always been something I've enjoyed doing, especially telling stories. Worlds can be created using just words with no end in sight or rules (besides spelling, grammar, and the like). I look forward to sharing with you!
Stories (3/0)
Time for Dessert!
I close the cab door behind me and watch as it drives off down the street. I sigh and turn around to face the front of his house. All the lights are off, and it looks as if the entire house is asleep. I glance at my watch: 10:45 pm. I know I am late, and I know the punishment will be great. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach dance with nervousness, excitement, and anticipation. There is a slight chill in between my legs as the wind blows. My panties are still damp from the train ride. I walk over to the driveway and stand on the non-visible side of the car. I slide my panties off, fold them, and stuff them into my purse. I swallow and whisper aloud, “Don’t punk out now! Take your punishment like a good girl”.
By Erika Wood4 years ago in Filthy
The Score
I was laying on my back across his bed. My head was hanging off the edge. I could feel the warm rush of blood to my face. I was playing Angry Birds on my phone, as I laid there, for what seemed like forever, in nothing but my black lace panties, my breasts being pulled by gravity towards my chin.
By Erika Wood5 years ago in Filthy
