Wild Eyes

You don’t love someone only when it’s convenient or easy. You love them when it’s fucking awful and the world is falling apart around you.

There’s a man who will do everything for you.

And then there’s a man who is secure enough to realize there are things you need to do for yourself—

My finger rolls along the mouse, taking me through the series of photos.

Skylar.

Naked in front of a mirror, perfect tits on full display, hand demurely covering her pussy. Hand pulled away. Another with black lacy underwear, curls cascading around her bare breasts. Then with a bra. Then with nylons and fucking garters. Then with heels.