Same sex erotica

calamitygin said:John yours is smart eroticism! Original in sexuality. Quite spectacular in every way!
The story structure is good.  The metaphors are just right, not so obscure as to mask the image, but well-chosen to enhance the mood. The eroticism is soft with complete absence of vulgarity.

Love to see two Mens account!!

A Taste Of You

Telling secrets to my pillow
while you sleep too close to me;
too close for me to keep myself
from fingers jumping sheets

Feeling,
pulsing,
yearning,
for the truth between your thighs.

FUCK,
I need to taste your dick,
A hunger I've come to recognize.

I feel your breath on the nape of my neck, my hand moves with feverish haste. A sickness has come over me.
The cure lies within the taste.

I hear you moan, and want it more,
my body takes control.
Thrusting meat, a sweaty treat,
of which I need to know.

The pillows told my secrets,
my hands no longer holds.
The fever must be contagious,
because now you're taking turn.

Let Loose

I want to take you in my arms,
and claim you on the kitchen floor.
Lets scream each others' name,  
till the neighbors knock down the door. I want to feel your hands, so masculine and coarse.

Give me more.

Give me more of that
hot,  
crazy,
stupid,  
lustful love I crave more of.

Give me more...  
and ill do the same.
There's a wildness to this hunger
that we should never tame.
Let us forget about the pillow talk,
and mindless poker games.
Let us clearly state our claims
by breaking "proper" chains.


I want to feel your nails.
Mark tallies down my back.  
I want to give into the urges  
we fight hard to hold back.

Bend me over.
Let loose with me, my lover,
take me to your promise land.
All we need there is each other,
when you're ready, take my hand.

Yeah! Oh i liked this doll. The seperation so close, tempting. Screw who cares!  
Two seperate entries, but seem a pair. Before and after, in your reality or in your dreams.

The poker analogy you kept up in the second piece was cool. This piece had heavy masculinity in it.
Very sexy, on the kitchen floor! Yowza!!
Need a smoke.
Lol
Sure my partner will elaborate. But i was tickled with this submit!

feathers on the dance floor

I'm still hungry

hungrier even.

sucking at the last vestiges of white Peruvian candy lingering in my nostrils and my fingertips

I see

the lines are clearly drawn.
concentric circles that shift and bounce off each other with every beguiling smile and outstretched hand.

"Would you like to dance?"

"Hello my name is ...

Greta

Sveta

Loretta."

or whatever you've branded yourself with for tonight on that damn tag.

All I think is

That's nice sweetie but I really, really don't give a shit.

predators and prey exchange  roles with the pulse of every techno beat
as each once lonely school boy tries to slit the throat of the last forty years of a hermit's life to watch the coagulation of his emptiness and her lust for zhyttya ... life.

any life.

the masked become naked
truths take on a warrior's armor.

me, I'm here for the same reason as these other jackals

the taste of sweet hungry young піхва ... pussy.

sure, maybe I'll make her my wife
but first she's gotta prove she can be my сука ... bitch.

nonetheless I was not about to put her on display like the matryoshka dolls here

teetering to beats of hope as Peter Pan and the lost boys played air guitar to Springstein's "Born in the U.S.A".

we left.

together.

quietly.

she thought my suite at the Koklen
looked like cotton candy

something for a princess.

she stared dreamingly out the window towards Primorsky boulevard and Deribasovskaya
letting the ambrosia I'd given her seep in.

we were now disrobed of our armor and masks seeking purification through lust.

I let her stand there naked looking out the window and moved behind her so she could feel the grind of my hips moving to a new melody.

I slowly sank to my knees behind her
kisses along her back descending
like quarter notes over her porcelain sheet

seeking the taste of her квітковий сік ... honey.

she arched her back
and let my tongue take her willingly.
her moans writing yet another song
that her hips swayed to.

I stood up and let her feel the fire she'd stirred.
my wetness lacquered her full осел ... ass.

I spun her around and took both sides  of her face in my hands firmly

and asked her if she remembered what I promised at the dance hall.

"Da ... Vy miy anhel oznachalo, Marie, shchob zvilʹnyty mene ... Yes, you are my angel, Marie, meant to set me free."

Vy poletyte zi mnoyu Nataliya ? ... Will you fly with me Natalia?

"Da" she sang.

And we did.

Lobodesanpedro---

Спасибо вас прекрасный вкус
If thats completely wrong, forgive me.
I love this---
"The taste of sweet hungry young піхва ... pussy.

sure, maybe I'll make her my wife
but first she's gotta prove she can be my сука ... bitch."

And when you're back at the cotton candy (that description from her shows she is maybe poor,  not used to finer things) suite, the way you the keep the music, dancing ,  going with phrases like "grind my hips showing her a new melody. ..."descending quarter notes" ....and those stunning last five words...
"Da she sang.  So we did."
I love a perfect end that leaves you thinking of whats to come.

Really special write.

May i ask a question though, what sex are you?

Oh darling T. My sweet Darksighs....
This was pure delight. And how!

"Tightest blush line full~licked, my two pinkies push deep, ".........suggests she is so pure, new to sex. And you relish having and loving her. Yes, intamacy.

"ringing her sweet 'V' in fay crescendos of cream..
"As I swallow silken need..my 'bestie' sighs, pleased.
Eyes still in my prize, I smile.. continue slow feed. "
Oh sweet "V" glorious. And seeing you love her taste, to cumming cream, to silken need. You feed, she's pleasured,, you continue out of your own. Need.

Its so sexy, i was washed with sensations,  my cozy furnace, about to completely incinerate the rest of me.
Yes please!!!!

calamitygin said:Lobodesanpedro---

Спасибо вас прекрасный вкус
If thats completely wrong, forgive me.
I love this---
"The taste of sweet hungry young піхва ... pussy.

sure, maybe I'll make her my wife
but first she's gotta prove she can be my сука ... bitch."

And when you're back at the cotton candy (that description from her shows she is maybe poor,  not used to finer things) suite, the way you the keep the music, dancing ,  going with phrases like "grind my hips showing her a new melody. ..."descending quarter notes" ....and those stunning last five words...
"Da she sang.  So we did."
I love a perfect end that leaves you thinking of whats to come.

Really special write.

May i ask a question though, what sex are you?

LMFAO! You're question literally had me laughing hard!  To the point ... Very much male, although when at home I do sit down to piss, I'm a lazy bastard and can't be bothered standing that long.

I wrote the piece from a woman's POV; but gave her an aggressive side in terms of her competing at a "find the perfect Eastern European bride" party, usually reserved for American men.

I've written a couple of male/male pieces here on DUP; but both with a dark ending, and I don't think that's what you're looking for.  So to that end I may try a more "fun" mm piece for this comp.

Thanks for the early feedback.

No, its very cool doll! I like that you did that. By all means do another if you wish, but it was an awesome sub!

Did i make any sense with the russian? Lol i had a mishap the other day in comments. Guessed that something katja wrote meant suck my dick,,,, uh....wrong lol

calamitygin said:Did i make any sense with the russian? Lol i had a mishap the other day in comments. Guessed that something katja wrote meant suck my dick,,,, uh....wrong lol

Gotcha on the Russian ... No worries.

Temptation and lust fulfilled.  The primary call of nature cannot be ignored no matter how slowly society evolves to believe it in all its forms.
"Let us clearly state our claims by breaking "proper" chains."
So clearly expressed as a fundamental right for all.
Nicely composed.

calamitygin said:Lobodesanpedro---

Спасибо вас прекрасный вкус
If thats completely wrong, forgive me.
I love this---
"The taste of sweet hungry young піхва ... pussy.

sure, maybe I'll make her my wife
but first she's gotta prove she can be my сука ... bitch."

And when you're back at the cotton candy (that description from her shows she is maybe poor,  not used to finer things) suite, the way you the keep the music, dancing ,  going with phrases like "grind my hips showing her a new melody. ..."descending quarter notes" ....and those stunning last five words...
"Da she sang.  So we did."
I love a perfect end that leaves you thinking of whats to come.

Really special write.

May i ask a question though, what sex are you?

Похоть и романтика переплетаются
Lust and romanticism intertwined.
Like my fellow judge, the sex is ambiguous, but perhaps there lies the charm.
"my wetness lacquered her full осел ... ass. "  Even here the ambiguity applies.  I can see either so clearly.
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