Jessica Drake
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Conversion copywriter for business coaches and closeted smut author (sort of).
Available for hire at [email protected] or slide into my IG DMs @businessdomme.
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The Monster Under Your Bed Wants to Talk
As children, we're afraid of monsters under the bed; fear of the unknown. But we're told to face our fears because doing so usually means discovering that our fears are far worse in our minds than they turn out to be in reality.
By Jessica Drake5 months ago in Critique
What do I know?
I blasted rock music in my airpods as I made myself breakfast; Nickelback singing about my pants around my feet while the eggs cooked. Was it necessary to listen to Chad Kroeger at top volume? Yes, yes, it was. I needed to drown out the dribble coming from the pastor on the tv.
By Jessica Drake5 months ago in The Swamp
The Cursed Bones (Part 1)
Beads of sweat ran down Jade’s neck and into her bra line. She took off one of her gloves and wiped the perspiration off her face. The humidity was one of the few drawbacks to excavating in Thailand. She loved being in the jungle and finding treasures buried in the earth. Others may not have seen human remains as ‘treasures,’ but Jade was fascinated by archeology.
By Jessica Drake2 years ago in Fiction
Say "Please"
"Get inside me... GET INSIDE ME," you plead with me. I’ve been working on building your sex drive up for the last half hour; I want to hear you beg. With my fingers vibrating inside of your pussy, my left hand choking your throat, and my mouth wrapped around your nipple, I know you can’t stand the build up much longer. You’ve been trembling and just began writhing, nearly falling off the bed. "Get. Inside. Me." you repeat each word between staggered breaths, breasts rising and falling. I know what will send you over the edge.
By Jessica Drake3 years ago in Filthy
Like Animals
“You are damn near perfect, woman. You must be a catfish,” Justin thought. He had just matched with a blonde bombshell who participated in bikini competitions. Not only was she unrealistically hot, but she messaged him first. “There’s no way this chick is real,” but God, those photos. Michelle had blue eyes, long, blonde hair, full lips, perfectly enlarged breasts, and a tight ass. She was an absolute wet dream. “It’s worth the risk,” he thought. If there was any chance she was real, he owed it to himself to meet her, but just in case he needed a quick exit, he decided to meet her while he was working.
By Jessica Drake3 years ago in Filthy
Please
"Get inside me... GET INSIDE ME." I don't know if I sound like I'm pleading or demanding. Currently, I don't care. I NEED you; it feels as if I'm on fire. With your fingers vibrating inside of me, your left hand choking my throat, and your mouth wrapped around my nipple... it's too much. I can't stop trembling and I begin to writhe, nearly coming off the foot of the bed, where my legs are dangling from.
By Jessica Drake6 years ago in Filthy
