erotic poems/short storys imagination stimulation
Dancing in the Moonlight
fire burns deep in his eyes
without thought he licks his lips
deep inside his desire cries
he longs to feel her kiss
a fleeting glance making quick eye contact
just to see how she might react
a smirk grazes across his mouth
theres really not much doubt
what do you want to watch on tv?
as he shoots another glance her way
we could watch another movie if you like
as he catches her line of sight
a smile ignites her face
his aura has invaded her space
innocently she looks away
quickly her eyes are drawn back his way
their eyes meet and he stares into her soul
without a spoken word she knows
the silence of the moment screams of his intent
she is soulfully connected to him
lets take a walk outside and look at the moon.
its too stuffy upstairs in our room
as he motions to takes her hand
he stares through her as she starts to stand
he never takes his eyes away from hers
he can feel her soul start to stir
her eyes are captured in his stare
within the room their souls stripped bare
the creak of the front door screams an alarm
a quiet pause and they see theres no harm
the smaller souls still slumber in bed
asleep with the dreams that dance in their heads
across the porch and down the front steps
into the grass where the moonlight rests
bathed in the light of the brightly lit moon
her hand in his their auras in tune
he glances and sees a fire in her eyes
dimming the glow of the brilliant moonlight
as they walk through the grass the dew on their toes
this moment in time they so perfectly chose
a curious observer the moon rests in the sky
slowly absorbing them into the night
casting their shadows across the dark lawn
consuming the figures until all traces are gone
do you think anyone can see us right here?
his intention couldn't be more clear
he falls to knees and looks to her eyes
velvet fingers tickle her thighs
time slows to a crawl as he unbuttons her jeans
slowly removing all of her bindings
she kneels to the ground to meet with her lover
removing his clothes and embracing each other
a blush slowly creeps across the face of the moon
two bodies silhouetted dancing in tune
wet from the ground and the glistening dew
lying on the grass two lovers consumed
in rhythm they spoke without saying word
the beat of their hearts is all that they heard
asleep on the grass under the night
awash in the glow of brilliant moonlight
fire burns deep in his eyes
without thought he licks his lips
deep inside his desire cries
he longs to feel her kiss
a fleeting glance making quick eye contact
just to see how she might react
a smirk grazes across his mouth
theres really not much doubt
what do you want to watch on tv?
as he shoots another glance her way
we could watch another movie if you like
as he catches her line of sight
a smile ignites her face
his aura has invaded her space
innocently she looks away
quickly her eyes are drawn back his way
their eyes meet and he stares into her soul
without a spoken word she knows
the silence of the moment screams of his intent
she is soulfully connected to him
lets take a walk outside and look at the moon.
its too stuffy upstairs in our room
as he motions to takes her hand
he stares through her as she starts to stand
he never takes his eyes away from hers
he can feel her soul start to stir
her eyes are captured in his stare
within the room their souls stripped bare
the creak of the front door screams an alarm
a quiet pause and they see theres no harm
the smaller souls still slumber in bed
asleep with the dreams that dance in their heads
across the porch and down the front steps
into the grass where the moonlight rests
bathed in the light of the brightly lit moon
her hand in his their auras in tune
he glances and sees a fire in her eyes
dimming the glow of the brilliant moonlight
as they walk through the grass the dew on their toes
this moment in time they so perfectly chose
a curious observer the moon rests in the sky
slowly absorbing them into the night
casting their shadows across the dark lawn
consuming the figures until all traces are gone
do you think anyone can see us right here?
his intention couldn't be more clear
he falls to knees and looks to her eyes
velvet fingers tickle her thighs
time slows to a crawl as he unbuttons her jeans
slowly removing all of her bindings
she kneels to the ground to meet with her lover
removing his clothes and embracing each other
a blush slowly creeps across the face of the moon
two bodies silhouetted dancing in tune
wet from the ground and the glistening dew
lying on the grass two lovers consumed
in rhythm they spoke without saying word
the beat of their hearts is all that they heard
asleep on the grass under the night
awash in the glow of brilliant moonlight
This is something I wrote a while back, hope u enjoy
A Long Night
Stage 1: Foreplay
Lips interlocked...
Key hole missed...
Hand grabbing her soft hair...
Door opens, miraculously...
Thuds and bumps in the dark room...
Lights on, shirt and blouse off, tossed somewhere...
Thud! against the wall, she approaches seductively...
Lips interlock, lot of tongue work...
A long sexy moan escapes her busy lips...
Suddenly completely topless, eyes make contact, smiles produced...
Breasts licked, more moaning, hands descend to the crotch...
Hands held midway, head heads further down...
Skirt off, lingerie torn, head between thighs...
Moans, heavy breathing, swear words...
Hands push head deeper...
Tongue all over the clit...
Inner thighs start to quiver...
Moans get louder, then turn to high pitched scream...
Then...
To be continued...
A Long Night
Stage 1: Foreplay
Lips interlocked...
Key hole missed...
Hand grabbing her soft hair...
Door opens, miraculously...
Thuds and bumps in the dark room...
Lights on, shirt and blouse off, tossed somewhere...
Thud! against the wall, she approaches seductively...
Lips interlock, lot of tongue work...
A long sexy moan escapes her busy lips...
Suddenly completely topless, eyes make contact, smiles produced...
Breasts licked, more moaning, hands descend to the crotch...
Hands held midway, head heads further down...
Skirt off, lingerie torn, head between thighs...
Moans, heavy breathing, swear words...
Hands push head deeper...
Tongue all over the clit...
Inner thighs start to quiver...
Moans get louder, then turn to high pitched scream...
Then...
To be continued...
Anonymous
By LerdGoin
Anonymous
I've Gotta Quit reading... ! extreme content !
Holy shit, damn!
ran into his words again
well, they invaded me
found, held
slapped me
and I'm still reeling
for nothing...
I mean, would he?
Nah! I'm being stupid
Freaks like us have unique
type coolness
and we're real time foolish
he'd never do it...
I think I would
I'd like to back him up
against a wall
get right in his face
and make him talk
poetry to me
as my clothing slowly falls
and his beatnik style gets lost
in passion heated, skillful play
eyes locked, fixed while
we invent kinky new ways
I'd like to pin him on the floor
swing my hair in his face
get lost in his rhythm like
I do in his pages
make him strive to get in me
as deeply as his pen does
make him play out his role
as he has in my minds lust
I want him in and around me
deep, all consuming
filling and draining me
getting in, through
and to me
I want to clash..he and I
in a spiritual bang
as we meld in a splash
in pure ecstasy's vibe
Damn, I want him
but that's one hell of a leap
and he'd rather stay seated
in reality's deep
I'm getting overzealous
he's remaining aloof
Like some icy necessity
on a roof melting day
I'd like him all over me
more than I should say
How can he affect me so
my palms feel sweaty
my pulse races on
butterflies in my belly
trickling
down...
pure desperation
aching in this need
I hunger for his knowledge
on his mind, I'd feed
I can almost hear him sing to me
nights dark and cold
I guess he'd never
but the lie consoles
my being
ever a dream worth having
it's not like "real" is longer lasting
Holy shit, damn!
ran into his words again
well, they invaded me
found, held
slapped me
and I'm still reeling
for nothing...
I mean, would he?
Nah! I'm being stupid
Freaks like us have unique
type coolness
and we're real time foolish
he'd never do it...
I think I would
I'd like to back him up
against a wall
get right in his face
and make him talk
poetry to me
as my clothing slowly falls
and his beatnik style gets lost
in passion heated, skillful play
eyes locked, fixed while
we invent kinky new ways
I'd like to pin him on the floor
swing my hair in his face
get lost in his rhythm like
I do in his pages
make him strive to get in me
as deeply as his pen does
make him play out his role
as he has in my minds lust
I want him in and around me
deep, all consuming
filling and draining me
getting in, through
and to me
I want to clash..he and I
in a spiritual bang
as we meld in a splash
in pure ecstasy's vibe
Damn, I want him
but that's one hell of a leap
and he'd rather stay seated
in reality's deep
I'm getting overzealous
he's remaining aloof
Like some icy necessity
on a roof melting day
I'd like him all over me
more than I should say
How can he affect me so
my palms feel sweaty
my pulse races on
butterflies in my belly
trickling
down...
pure desperation
aching in this need
I hunger for his knowledge
on his mind, I'd feed
I can almost hear him sing to me
nights dark and cold
I guess he'd never
but the lie consoles
my being
ever a dream worth having
it's not like "real" is longer lasting
Anonymous
[font=Courier][font=Geneva]Ice Cream Lovers
Orgasmically they devour
Their favorite part of the meal
Dessert, of course
None other has greater appeal
He with a vanilla milkshake
And she with a strawberry parfait
Eyeing with desire each others treat
They playfully steal them away
By keeping the spoon she forces him
To plunge his face inside of her dish
His tongue now swims in a sweet sea of pink
For what more could a hungry man wish
She sucks and sucks on his dark red straw
Coaxing out every creamy white drop
Undaunted she strokes the glistening tube
Until she drinks all there is she won't stop
With their sweet sticky fetish satisfied
On their lips each taste lingers when they kiss
What’s for dessert tomorrow? You may ask
With a banana split they can’t miss
Written by Lerdgoin 05/01/2013[/font][/font]
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Orgasmically they devour
Their favorite part of the meal
Dessert, of course
None other has greater appeal
He with a vanilla milkshake
And she with a strawberry parfait
Eyeing with desire each others treat
They playfully steal them away
By keeping the spoon she forces him
To plunge his face inside of her dish
His tongue now swims in a sweet sea of pink
For what more could a hungry man wish
She sucks and sucks on his dark red straw
Coaxing out every creamy white drop
Undaunted she strokes the glistening tube
Until she drinks all there is she won't stop
With their sweet sticky fetish satisfied
On their lips each taste lingers when they kiss
What’s for dessert tomorrow? You may ask
With a banana split they can’t miss
Written by Lerdgoin 05/01/2013[/font][/font]
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Anonymous
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Greenhouse Liaison
An inviting rush of heat
Greets him as he opens the hot-house door
The rich and heady aroma of life
Mixed with the fragrance of flowers
Excites him as he begins to tend the garden
One particular flower
Receives his full attention
Though still closed he is enthralled by it’s beauty
Reaching out with his index finger
He gently strokes the supple pink petals
As if by his touch a spell was cast
The blossom opens wide to him
Probing deeper he finds the sweet, sticky nectar
He buries his face among the petals
Breathing deep the intoxicating scent
Reaching down he opens the valve
His hose grows and stiffens
Filled to capacity with the life sustaining fluid
The still closed nozzle drips with anticipation
The waiting flower yearns to be fed
With a shudder the hose thrusts forward
The gardener releases the liquid explosion
Bathing the flower with loving nutrition
Orgasmic with it’s hunger satisfied
The flower waits until the gardener, tomorrow, comes again
Written by Lerd Goin 04/24/2013
Greenhouse Liaison
An inviting rush of heat
Greets him as he opens the hot-house door
The rich and heady aroma of life
Mixed with the fragrance of flowers
Excites him as he begins to tend the garden
One particular flower
Receives his full attention
Though still closed he is enthralled by it’s beauty
Reaching out with his index finger
He gently strokes the supple pink petals
As if by his touch a spell was cast
The blossom opens wide to him
Probing deeper he finds the sweet, sticky nectar
He buries his face among the petals
Breathing deep the intoxicating scent
Reaching down he opens the valve
His hose grows and stiffens
Filled to capacity with the life sustaining fluid
The still closed nozzle drips with anticipation
The waiting flower yearns to be fed
With a shudder the hose thrusts forward
The gardener releases the liquid explosion
Bathing the flower with loving nutrition
Orgasmic with it’s hunger satisfied
The flower waits until the gardener, tomorrow, comes again
Written by Lerd Goin 04/24/2013
Anonymous
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Anonymous
Penknife, this well written piece is an erotic feast! A slice of sensual heaven. Your word usage and phrasing drew me in and kept me transfixed throughout...the imagery is tres sexy 
My favorite line: "He's so much older than I and I can taste his experience." Just plain delicious.
My favorite line: "He's so much older than I and I can taste his experience." Just plain delicious.
When I see you I just want to drop to my knees
to bless you, whilst you rest your palm on my head
and I taste the fruit that heaven sent
i sit still and not move my head
It drives you crazy, i don't move my tongue
You can feel the Holy Spirit just by been in my mouth
I'm not going to move I want you to hear the words
this oral insulation has to declare to you
Your hips were so solid you really did well
Did not thrust one time and then you blew in my well.
You released your spirit to pour in my mouth I gave you your vapour.
Now just don't talk.
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Patient Training
I can be naughty a lot of the time.
This usually finds me bent over his knee.
As he smacks me.
Only two words I have to speak,
My lines rehearsed often..
More and harder.
This I give without question, And when he gets
me to lay on the sofa next to him as he watches
television or on his laptop doing work things or
best of all on the phone talking to clients.
Making me play with myself in just my panties
As he glances over every now and again.
Now this might well seem wonderful, But.. I'm not
allowed to climax until he gives the golden word,
Making me pose and put on this fingering slut show
just for him, The more creative I am, The less I have
to wait, I know the rules..
Desperate to climax hard, He knows all to well.
Making me wait.. And wait.. as my fingers blur,
Over my clit, Staving of the building orgasm.
Finally my reward is close, As he takes off my wet
panties and holds out his hand under my pussy.
I'm not allowed at this point to use my fingers.
I'm expected just to cum when he says so, To shoot it
out onto his outstretched hand as proof my desire
be true.
I caress my breasts, pulling, Squeezing, Pinching.
My legs wide open to his gaze.
Awaiting his one word as he types on the keyboard
or watches tv.
Even whilst on the phone
(This makes me feel incredibly naughty indeed)
He makes me wait..
One minute
two minutes
Feels like hours
Finally..
"Cum"
My orgasm is more than intense
My screams don't do it justice
My body shakes violently
As my climax shoots at his command
onto his expectant hand.
My reward for my patience
Is to watch his delight at my orgasmic display.
Good girl he says as he wipes his hand with my panties.
Good girl he says before leaning in and licking me good.
As I hold him in place
Desperate for more of the same..
Patient Training
I can be naughty a lot of the time.
This usually finds me bent over his knee.
As he smacks me.
Only two words I have to speak,
My lines rehearsed often..
More and harder.
This I give without question, And when he gets
me to lay on the sofa next to him as he watches
television or on his laptop doing work things or
best of all on the phone talking to clients.
Making me play with myself in just my panties
As he glances over every now and again.
Now this might well seem wonderful, But.. I'm not
allowed to climax until he gives the golden word,
Making me pose and put on this fingering slut show
just for him, The more creative I am, The less I have
to wait, I know the rules..
Desperate to climax hard, He knows all to well.
Making me wait.. And wait.. as my fingers blur,
Over my clit, Staving of the building orgasm.
Finally my reward is close, As he takes off my wet
panties and holds out his hand under my pussy.
I'm not allowed at this point to use my fingers.
I'm expected just to cum when he says so, To shoot it
out onto his outstretched hand as proof my desire
be true.
I caress my breasts, pulling, Squeezing, Pinching.
My legs wide open to his gaze.
Awaiting his one word as he types on the keyboard
or watches tv.
Even whilst on the phone
(This makes me feel incredibly naughty indeed)
He makes me wait..
One minute
two minutes
Feels like hours
Finally..
"Cum"
My orgasm is more than intense
My screams don't do it justice
My body shakes violently
As my climax shoots at his command
onto his expectant hand.
My reward for my patience
Is to watch his delight at my orgasmic display.
Good girl he says as he wipes his hand with my panties.
Good girl he says before leaning in and licking me good.
As I hold him in place
Desperate for more of the same..
*Fucking isn't meant to be pretty*
My mouth tastes like a whore's cunt
well used and oozing the taste of his babies
red wine, cigars
still lightly coating the tip of my tongue
it's a second dripping hole
so wet and wanting
and weeping to be fed
And as I lay here, covered in sweat
I trail fingers over bruises
before reaching my own treacherous cunt
it betrayed me again, creaming his thick cock
and coating my creamy thighs so slick with desire
it should shame me
but I'm beyond that,
writhing, wailing and wanton
like a cat in heat with three holes
so feral, clawing at his skin, tearing at his flesh
as I try to feed the insatiable beast
that's never fully soothed
lost in decadence and debauchery
My perfectly painted face destroyed
crimson coloured lipstick smeared and bleeding
into dripping mascara tears
so obscene it's almost clown-like
Fucking isn't meant to be pretty,
it's ugly, raw and primal
Shakespeare's proverbial beast with two backs
it's a vile cacophony of lust and rage
and lover, I wouldn't have it any other way....
My mouth tastes like a whore's cunt
well used and oozing the taste of his babies
red wine, cigars
still lightly coating the tip of my tongue
it's a second dripping hole
so wet and wanting
and weeping to be fed
And as I lay here, covered in sweat
I trail fingers over bruises
before reaching my own treacherous cunt
it betrayed me again, creaming his thick cock
and coating my creamy thighs so slick with desire
it should shame me
but I'm beyond that,
writhing, wailing and wanton
like a cat in heat with three holes
so feral, clawing at his skin, tearing at his flesh
as I try to feed the insatiable beast
that's never fully soothed
lost in decadence and debauchery
My perfectly painted face destroyed
crimson coloured lipstick smeared and bleeding
into dripping mascara tears
so obscene it's almost clown-like
Fucking isn't meant to be pretty,
it's ugly, raw and primal
Shakespeare's proverbial beast with two backs
it's a vile cacophony of lust and rage
and lover, I wouldn't have it any other way....
You slip unheard into my place
my body and mind you sickly debase
Tied to the bed posts so tight
the blindfold deftly kidnaps the light
Spread eagle on top of the covers
you know I'm scared yet excitement hovers
Show me what you mean by true, exquisite fear
give me no choice but to lay right here
Hands touch me and I know they are yours
then another, maybe more, I'm not sure
Taking my breath away in a heart beat
there are many, many hands from head to feet
Touching my moist overheated cavern
making it pour like a drink in a tavern
Pinching my swollen nub to make me sore
I cry out for you...to stop? give me more?
I'm slapped in the face... hard enough to sting
hurting is pleasure for the pain it brings
I am feeling the part now... sexy and lascivious
sure that I will be tortured, yet I remain oblivious
Hands around my larynx as one tattoos my throat
reaching my twat from my mouth his ecstacy he wrote
Daring me to beg,for you to call and end to the chaos
I will not! I won't give in and let you be the boss
I gasp for air, feeling the tingle as im asphyxiated
luckily he spits in my dugout as he is satiated
One after the other I am treated like a trashy whore
I love every minute of it and beg lewdly for more
The wet runs down my ass and leaves it wet as it goes by
my snatch is dirty and dripping.. a messy creampie
Stretching, both, my cum dump along with my cock-socket
two for one...2 sticks & 8balls in both my pockets
Watching all of this with a leer as jizz pours like rain
unable wait to feel my worn out slice after the gang bang
my body and mind you sickly debase
Tied to the bed posts so tight
the blindfold deftly kidnaps the light
Spread eagle on top of the covers
you know I'm scared yet excitement hovers
Show me what you mean by true, exquisite fear
give me no choice but to lay right here
Hands touch me and I know they are yours
then another, maybe more, I'm not sure
Taking my breath away in a heart beat
there are many, many hands from head to feet
Touching my moist overheated cavern
making it pour like a drink in a tavern
Pinching my swollen nub to make me sore
I cry out for you...to stop? give me more?
I'm slapped in the face... hard enough to sting
hurting is pleasure for the pain it brings
I am feeling the part now... sexy and lascivious
sure that I will be tortured, yet I remain oblivious
Hands around my larynx as one tattoos my throat
reaching my twat from my mouth his ecstacy he wrote
Daring me to beg,for you to call and end to the chaos
I will not! I won't give in and let you be the boss
I gasp for air, feeling the tingle as im asphyxiated
luckily he spits in my dugout as he is satiated
One after the other I am treated like a trashy whore
I love every minute of it and beg lewdly for more
The wet runs down my ass and leaves it wet as it goes by
my snatch is dirty and dripping.. a messy creampie
Stretching, both, my cum dump along with my cock-socket
two for one...2 sticks & 8balls in both my pockets
Watching all of this with a leer as jizz pours like rain
unable wait to feel my worn out slice after the gang bang
Anonymous
Lessons
I wonder how I got myself into this.
Dressed only in black fishnet, garter belt and stilettos,
I lie on my back the leather cuffs tight on each wrist.
A metre of cold steel chain wrapped over the headboard
binds each ankle separately to each bedpost.
I smile, still breathing hard from the recent love making
You ravaged me lustfully, possessed me.
I must have climaxed at least three times
Before you came deep inside me, my Master, my crime.
But now you leave me like this, and return
Swinging that bandana, a wicked smile on your lips.
You gag me, but not too tight -
there is to be no talking back
I glare and struggle, struggle and glare
you leer again, sit close to me.
I grunt at you, I begin to wonder....
You run your hands lovingly over my body,
Circling my nipples, firing my desire,
your hands explore the sweep of my belly,
gently brushing the small strip above my flower.
You look at me as I twist,
trace my lips with your fingertips -
they are moist with desire,
honey flowing from my flower
I tense at your touch, you smile… I’m blushing
You lift the vibrator from the table
Buzzzz!! ... run it over my body,
Along the inside of my hip,
my inner thigh -
there is no way I can’t fight this!
I feel its throbbing so close to my sex,
'No! Stop!'
But the gag stifles my pleas.
You insinuate the tip between my lips, slowly slide it...
inside...
me!
I am losing control,
I’m slipping,
but oooohhhhhh!
how wonderful it feels
You push it deep
pressing up hard against my ache within
I groan,
I shake,
the feeling!!!
as I let go of everything
surrendering to you
Until at last I am empty
exhausted,
shaking
You smile at me,
undo my gag,
lovingly clean me with a warm wash cloth.
You kiss me tenderly
I look up and smile
Yes Master,
my Teacher,
I’m fully satisfied.
I wonder how I got myself into this.
Dressed only in black fishnet, garter belt and stilettos,
I lie on my back the leather cuffs tight on each wrist.
A metre of cold steel chain wrapped over the headboard
binds each ankle separately to each bedpost.
I smile, still breathing hard from the recent love making
You ravaged me lustfully, possessed me.
I must have climaxed at least three times
Before you came deep inside me, my Master, my crime.
But now you leave me like this, and return
Swinging that bandana, a wicked smile on your lips.
You gag me, but not too tight -
there is to be no talking back
I glare and struggle, struggle and glare
you leer again, sit close to me.
I grunt at you, I begin to wonder....
You run your hands lovingly over my body,
Circling my nipples, firing my desire,
your hands explore the sweep of my belly,
gently brushing the small strip above my flower.
You look at me as I twist,
trace my lips with your fingertips -
they are moist with desire,
honey flowing from my flower
I tense at your touch, you smile… I’m blushing
You lift the vibrator from the table
Buzzzz!! ... run it over my body,
Along the inside of my hip,
my inner thigh -
there is no way I can’t fight this!
I feel its throbbing so close to my sex,
'No! Stop!'
But the gag stifles my pleas.
You insinuate the tip between my lips, slowly slide it...
inside...
me!
I am losing control,
I’m slipping,
but oooohhhhhh!
how wonderful it feels
You push it deep
pressing up hard against my ache within
I groan,
I shake,
the feeling!!!
as I let go of everything
surrendering to you
Until at last I am empty
exhausted,
shaking
You smile at me,
undo my gag,
lovingly clean me with a warm wash cloth.
You kiss me tenderly
I look up and smile
Yes Master,
my Teacher,
I’m fully satisfied.
Meant to be
The words unspoken are the words that need to be spoken but Silenced by fear of what the outcome will become.
Lust, conquers me as its my body you bind. Both Hands entwined. A mood set by rose pedals and, and peach rum. He
Kiss my lips, as his fingers slips between the folds of my clitoris. This,
Is a passion yet to be explained. Its. insane. I find myself speechless, caught up in wild desires.
In the midst of loves flame.
We.
Stare in eachothers eyes and exchange a smile knowing we just flee'd to an erotic land.
One last kiss before i kneel, tall he stands. I listen he commands.
Loud moans, and groans, as he penetrates into my pool of satisfaction.
Using my toung to tantalize and tease, yes, hard as a stone, embraced by my genitive actions.moist Bodies slowly yet willingly change to a more intimate position.
Laying on my back he dive deep into the ocean getting exactly what he've been missin. Mm. He knew exactly how to please me the way i needed to pleased in a way only a man can precede.
Intensity strikes. He curls his toes, i grind my teeth,
I can't breathe.
Together we cum, two souls in one, pulls out and kisses my cheek.
Arms around me against his chest i sleep. Only to think
No one knows where life goes, but i know this, here. This was meant to be.
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Terran Edwards
The words unspoken are the words that need to be spoken but Silenced by fear of what the outcome will become.
Lust, conquers me as its my body you bind. Both Hands entwined. A mood set by rose pedals and, and peach rum. He
Kiss my lips, as his fingers slips between the folds of my clitoris. This,
Is a passion yet to be explained. Its. insane. I find myself speechless, caught up in wild desires.
In the midst of loves flame.
We.
Stare in eachothers eyes and exchange a smile knowing we just flee'd to an erotic land.
One last kiss before i kneel, tall he stands. I listen he commands.
Loud moans, and groans, as he penetrates into my pool of satisfaction.
Using my toung to tantalize and tease, yes, hard as a stone, embraced by my genitive actions.moist Bodies slowly yet willingly change to a more intimate position.
Laying on my back he dive deep into the ocean getting exactly what he've been missin. Mm. He knew exactly how to please me the way i needed to pleased in a way only a man can precede.
Intensity strikes. He curls his toes, i grind my teeth,
I can't breathe.
Together we cum, two souls in one, pulls out and kisses my cheek.
Arms around me against his chest i sleep. Only to think
No one knows where life goes, but i know this, here. This was meant to be.
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Terran Edwards
