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Erotica Done Right 18+!!!
This morning, I caught myself
fantasizing about being a poet.
My imagination, lead me to
believe it was true.
Stealing bits of my mind, my
thoughts making me believe
It was real ,
Erotica was my vice.
Whatever I desire I could live,
by spilling ink, on fine paper.
Colors would change, according
to my mood.
Deeper I went into the sights,
sounds, and flavor of the ink.
Cognitive, tactile, emotional,
it bent me into shapes,
I began to rely on it.
Women, men were equally,
delicious.
I could live my life, on a hot
plate of desire.
Realism was pulling on nipples,
sucking here, licking there.
Penetration was an exceptional
treat with toys, fists, whatever
I wanted.
I holed up in my loft, needing
more ink poured over me.
I no longer needed fine paper.
It ran down my thighs, between
my breasts.
Coating my box with its heat
I began to delve further, into
sweet perversion, with clips
ropes, ties, and clamps.
Deeper still, I crept into the
art of Japanese knots.
Wrapping, twisting corded jute,
to redden my skin.
Suspended, I would hang as
circulation began to tingle
Between my lips, the knots
felt good and wet.
How far would I go?
Should I go to reach satisfaction?
Wave after wave I conquered
more juice flowed freely
Dripping, squirting, puddling up.
Endless possibilities before me.
Only, was this real, or still my fantasy
fantasizing about being a poet.
My imagination, lead me to
believe it was true.
Stealing bits of my mind, my
thoughts making me believe
It was real ,
Erotica was my vice.
Whatever I desire I could live,
by spilling ink, on fine paper.
Colors would change, according
to my mood.
Deeper I went into the sights,
sounds, and flavor of the ink.
Cognitive, tactile, emotional,
it bent me into shapes,
I began to rely on it.
Women, men were equally,
delicious.
I could live my life, on a hot
plate of desire.
Realism was pulling on nipples,
sucking here, licking there.
Penetration was an exceptional
treat with toys, fists, whatever
I wanted.
I holed up in my loft, needing
more ink poured over me.
I no longer needed fine paper.
It ran down my thighs, between
my breasts.
Coating my box with its heat
I began to delve further, into
sweet perversion, with clips
ropes, ties, and clamps.
Deeper still, I crept into the
art of Japanese knots.
Wrapping, twisting corded jute,
to redden my skin.
Suspended, I would hang as
circulation began to tingle
Between my lips, the knots
felt good and wet.
How far would I go?
Should I go to reach satisfaction?
Wave after wave I conquered
more juice flowed freely
Dripping, squirting, puddling up.
Endless possibilities before me.
Only, was this real, or still my fantasy
Valeriyabeyond said:This morning, I caught myself
fantasizing about being a poet.
My imagination, lead me to
believe it was true.
Stealing bits of my mind, my
thoughts making me believe
It was real ,
Erotica was my vice.
Whatever I desire I could live,
by spilling ink, on fine paper.
Colors would change, according
to my mood.
Deeper I went into the sights,
sounds, and flavor of the ink.
Cognitive, tactile, emotional,
it bent me into shapes,
I began to rely on it.
Women, men were equally,
delicious.
I could live my life, on a hot
plate of desire.
Realism was pulling on nipples,
sucking here, licking there.
Penetration was an exceptional
treat with toys, fists, whatever
I wanted.
I holed up in my loft, needing
more ink poured over me.
I no longer needed fine paper.
It ran down my thighs, between
my breasts.
Coating my box with its heat
I began to delve further, into
sweet perversion, with clips
ropes, ties, and clamps.
Deeper still, I crept into the
art of Japanese knots.
Wrapping, twisting corded jute,
to redden my skin.
Suspended, I would hang as
circulation began to tingle
Between my lips, the knots
felt good and wet.
How far would I go?
Should I go to reach satisfaction?
Wave after wave I conquered
more juice flowed freely
Dripping, squirting, puddling up.
Endless possibilities before me.
Only, was this real, or still my fantasy
Thou art a poet indeed!
😀🙏
fantasizing about being a poet.
My imagination, lead me to
believe it was true.
Stealing bits of my mind, my
thoughts making me believe
It was real ,
Erotica was my vice.
Whatever I desire I could live,
by spilling ink, on fine paper.
Colors would change, according
to my mood.
Deeper I went into the sights,
sounds, and flavor of the ink.
Cognitive, tactile, emotional,
it bent me into shapes,
I began to rely on it.
Women, men were equally,
delicious.
I could live my life, on a hot
plate of desire.
Realism was pulling on nipples,
sucking here, licking there.
Penetration was an exceptional
treat with toys, fists, whatever
I wanted.
I holed up in my loft, needing
more ink poured over me.
I no longer needed fine paper.
It ran down my thighs, between
my breasts.
Coating my box with its heat
I began to delve further, into
sweet perversion, with clips
ropes, ties, and clamps.
Deeper still, I crept into the
art of Japanese knots.
Wrapping, twisting corded jute,
to redden my skin.
Suspended, I would hang as
circulation began to tingle
Between my lips, the knots
felt good and wet.
How far would I go?
Should I go to reach satisfaction?
Wave after wave I conquered
more juice flowed freely
Dripping, squirting, puddling up.
Endless possibilities before me.
Only, was this real, or still my fantasy
Thou art a poet indeed!
😀🙏
Valeriyabeyond said:This morning, I caught myself
fantasizing about being a poet.
My imagination, lead me to
believe it was true.
Stealing bits of my mind, my
thoughts making me believe
It was real ,
Erotica was my vice.
Whatever I desire I could live,
by spilling ink, on fine paper.
Colors would change, according
to my mood.
Deeper I went into the sights,
sounds, and flavor of the ink.
Cognitive, tactile, emotional,
it bent me into shapes,
I began to rely on it.
Women, men were equally,
delicious.
I could live my life, on a hot
plate of desire.
Realism was pulling on nipples,
sucking here, licking there.
Penetration was an exceptional
treat with toys, fists, whatever
I wanted.
I holed up in my loft, needing
more ink poured over me.
I no longer needed fine paper.
It ran down my thighs, between
my breasts.
Coating my box with its heat
I began to delve further, into
sweet perversion, with clips
ropes, ties, and clamps.
Deeper still, I crept into the
art of Japanese knots.
Wrapping, twisting corded jute,
to redden my skin.
Suspended, I would hang as
circulation began to tingle
Between my lips, the knots
felt good and wet.
How far would I go?
Should I go to reach satisfaction?
Wave after wave I conquered
more juice flowed freely
Dripping, squirting, puddling up.
Endless possibilities before me.
Only, was this real, or still my fantasy
Holy WOW V
Sexy lil spill (as usual)
with a doubt she is a poetess
fantasizing about being a poet.
My imagination, lead me to
believe it was true.
Stealing bits of my mind, my
thoughts making me believe
It was real ,
Erotica was my vice.
Whatever I desire I could live,
by spilling ink, on fine paper.
Colors would change, according
to my mood.
Deeper I went into the sights,
sounds, and flavor of the ink.
Cognitive, tactile, emotional,
it bent me into shapes,
I began to rely on it.
Women, men were equally,
delicious.
I could live my life, on a hot
plate of desire.
Realism was pulling on nipples,
sucking here, licking there.
Penetration was an exceptional
treat with toys, fists, whatever
I wanted.
I holed up in my loft, needing
more ink poured over me.
I no longer needed fine paper.
It ran down my thighs, between
my breasts.
Coating my box with its heat
I began to delve further, into
sweet perversion, with clips
ropes, ties, and clamps.
Deeper still, I crept into the
art of Japanese knots.
Wrapping, twisting corded jute,
to redden my skin.
Suspended, I would hang as
circulation began to tingle
Between my lips, the knots
felt good and wet.
How far would I go?
Should I go to reach satisfaction?
Wave after wave I conquered
more juice flowed freely
Dripping, squirting, puddling up.
Endless possibilities before me.
Only, was this real, or still my fantasy
Holy WOW V
Sexy lil spill (as usual)
with a doubt she is a poetess
"Write of Reality"
A slightly different
Write of reality
There is no doubt
Would be our own bed
Where we play and romp
Touch and talk, laugh too
Making each other feel
Wanted and safe, desired
Touching sets our systems afire
Flames hot bursting
Into other realities
We are consumed
Merging, becoming one
You inside me, pressed deep
Into the core of my feminity
My insides sense urgency
In your mounting desire
Under your control
You do with me as you will
Use me, even abuse me a bit
Make me want you
Brand me
Making me yours
Written by elsiesan
Published 10th Jun 2020
A slightly different
Write of reality
There is no doubt
Would be our own bed
Where we play and romp
Touch and talk, laugh too
Making each other feel
Wanted and safe, desired
Touching sets our systems afire
Flames hot bursting
Into other realities
We are consumed
Merging, becoming one
You inside me, pressed deep
Into the core of my feminity
My insides sense urgency
In your mounting desire
Under your control
You do with me as you will
Use me, even abuse me a bit
Make me want you
Brand me
Making me yours
Written by elsiesan
Published 10th Jun 2020
Libidinous
I'm old
Still horny
And 70 plus
Sensual
Libidinous
Oh Knight
Dragon slayer
Where you
Passionately
Drag me away
To a secret night
Kiss my lips
Taste my spit
Tongue exploiting
Run fingers through
Crown of white hair
Grab handful
Pulling
Touch my face
Gaze into my eyes
Admire me
Let me feel
Wanton desire
Permeate my being
Unclothe me
Piece by piece
Slow methodical
Massaging
Teasing and tasting
Hunger growing
Your mouth
Engaging my breasts
Suckling
As a child
Needing sustenance
Spread me
Feel my little girl
Explore and discover
Who I am
Open me
Enter me
Pierce me
Fill my emptiness
With hardened desire
Slow and easy
Feeling you inside
Soothingly sliding
Sweet wetness
Dripping from within
Grabbing my behind
Raising me up
Greasing me
Head pushing
Pain of lust
Like when a kid
In my uncle's bed
Filling me
From behind
Rearrange me
Again and again
Ascending time and space
Til we explode
In mid air
Descending
Lulled by
Heightened senses
Breathing fast
Breathing deep
A rhythmic dance
To repeat
Written by elsiesan
Published 24th Feb 2020
Edited 25th Feb 2020
Author's Note
I liven in fairy tales dreamily wondering why we as humans have become so uptight, closed and cannot find the key. To be able to be truly free, is a gift worth searching and cherishing.
I'm old
Still horny
And 70 plus
Sensual
Libidinous
Oh Knight
Dragon slayer
Where you
Passionately
Drag me away
To a secret night
Kiss my lips
Taste my spit
Tongue exploiting
Run fingers through
Crown of white hair
Grab handful
Pulling
Touch my face
Gaze into my eyes
Admire me
Let me feel
Wanton desire
Permeate my being
Unclothe me
Piece by piece
Slow methodical
Massaging
Teasing and tasting
Hunger growing
Your mouth
Engaging my breasts
Suckling
As a child
Needing sustenance
Spread me
Feel my little girl
Explore and discover
Who I am
Open me
Enter me
Pierce me
Fill my emptiness
With hardened desire
Slow and easy
Feeling you inside
Soothingly sliding
Sweet wetness
Dripping from within
Grabbing my behind
Raising me up
Greasing me
Head pushing
Pain of lust
Like when a kid
In my uncle's bed
Filling me
From behind
Rearrange me
Again and again
Ascending time and space
Til we explode
In mid air
Descending
Lulled by
Heightened senses
Breathing fast
Breathing deep
A rhythmic dance
To repeat
Written by elsiesan
Published 24th Feb 2020
Edited 25th Feb 2020
Author's Note
I liven in fairy tales dreamily wondering why we as humans have become so uptight, closed and cannot find the key. To be able to be truly free, is a gift worth searching and cherishing.
"touch is wondrous"
To be touched
Is wondrous
Can cause
A host of things
Ignition of passion
Low burning fire
In my belly
Beginning to rage
As we meet
Set up our suite
Talk and share
Taking my hand
Pull me to you
Kiss long and sensual
Feel the hunger
The longing, the desire
I begin to melt
You hold my head
Fingers in my hair
Moving down
To my neck
Breath hot
Your hands
Begin to implore me
You move further
Down my body
Beginning to feel
That passion
I so want to be
Consumed
You and I
Begin our journey
Your hands touching me
Letting me feel
Through your touch
My surface you see though
Helping me understand
My own sexuality
I am seared
I will allow myself
To let go
To let my inner
Cosmic energy
Guide me
As I accept you
Into me
Written by elsiesan
Published 29th Jun 2020
To be touched
Is wondrous
Can cause
A host of things
Ignition of passion
Low burning fire
In my belly
Beginning to rage
As we meet
Set up our suite
Talk and share
Taking my hand
Pull me to you
Kiss long and sensual
Feel the hunger
The longing, the desire
I begin to melt
You hold my head
Fingers in my hair
Moving down
To my neck
Breath hot
Your hands
Begin to implore me
You move further
Down my body
Beginning to feel
That passion
I so want to be
Consumed
You and I
Begin our journey
Your hands touching me
Letting me feel
Through your touch
My surface you see though
Helping me understand
My own sexuality
I am seared
I will allow myself
To let go
To let my inner
Cosmic energy
Guide me
As I accept you
Into me
Written by elsiesan
Published 29th Jun 2020
