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Erotica Done Right 18+!!!
Italian Food Porn
steamy fragrant
red streaked
molten mozzarella
oozes from
the
end
of my
pepperoni
calzone
© 2020 Raibeart Bruis
red streaked
molten mozzarella
oozes from
the
end
of my
pepperoni
calzone
© 2020 Raibeart Bruis
Written by Kinkpoet
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Been on the Prowl
Forever searching
For the one
To unlock my door
Fantasies, although
Based in reality,
Simply not real
So...Tonight
Been on the Prowl
Want a good
Hot lover
One night stand
Maybe two
No more after that
Catch my eye
Court me
Win me over
Tell me your
Cock is
Right size
To fill me
Full of cum
Tell me you
You want to
Fuck me
Tell me you
Want me to meet
Your momma
I say...ok
Take me home
To your room
Lay me down
My wrists
In your hand
Held above my head
Lips pressing
Hard to mine
Click...click
Shackled just
That quick
Damn faster
Than the eye
In your power
You love older
Mature women
I ask what
Do you plan to do
Sitting, a lot longer
Than I like
Finally answering
I shudder...
You begin your
Assault
Get me wet
Hands roving
Artfullly
Teasing me
Into submission
You have control
Falling in love
For one night
Destined never
To forget
We as one
Merging, melting
Fire blazing
Daylight seeps in...
Rising, ready
Disappearing from
Night's prizms
Am left
To wonder
Why it's easier
To love a stranger
For one night
Than the one
Next to me
For an eternity
Written by elsiesan
Published Today
Forever searching
For the one
To unlock my door
Fantasies, although
Based in reality,
Simply not real
So...Tonight
Been on the Prowl
Want a good
Hot lover
One night stand
Maybe two
No more after that
Catch my eye
Court me
Win me over
Tell me your
Cock is
Right size
To fill me
Full of cum
Tell me you
You want to
Fuck me
Tell me you
Want me to meet
Your momma
I say...ok
Take me home
To your room
Lay me down
My wrists
In your hand
Held above my head
Lips pressing
Hard to mine
Click...click
Shackled just
That quick
Damn faster
Than the eye
In your power
You love older
Mature women
I ask what
Do you plan to do
Sitting, a lot longer
Than I like
Finally answering
I shudder...
You begin your
Assault
Get me wet
Hands roving
Artfullly
Teasing me
Into submission
You have control
Falling in love
For one night
Destined never
To forget
We as one
Merging, melting
Fire blazing
Daylight seeps in...
Rising, ready
Disappearing from
Night's prizms
Am left
To wonder
Why it's easier
To love a stranger
For one night
Than the one
Next to me
For an eternity
Written by elsiesan
Published Today
elsiesan said:On the Prowl
Been on the Prowl
Forever searching
For the one
To unlock my door
Fantasies, although
Based in reality,
Simply not real
So...Tonight
Been on the Prowl
Want a good
Hot lover
One night stand
Maybe two
No more after that
Catch my eye
Court me
Win me over
Tell me your
Cock is
Right size
To fill me
Full of cum
Tell me you
You want to
Fuck me
Tell me you
Want me to meet
Your momma
I say...ok
Take me home
To your room
Lay me down
My wrists
In your hand
Held above my hand
Lips pressing
Hard to mine
Click...click
Shackled just
That quick
Damn faster
Than the eye
In your power
You love older
Mature women
I ask what
Do you plan to do
Sitting, a lot longer
Than I like
Finally answering
I shudder...
You begin your
Assault
Get me wet
Hands roving
Artfullly
Teasing me
Into submission
You have control
Falling in love
For one night
Destined never
To forget
We as one
Merging, melting
Fire blazing
Daylight seeps in...
Rising, ready
Disappearing from
Night's prizms
Am left
To wonder
Why it's easier
To love a stranger
For one night
Than the one
Next to me
For an eternity
Written by elsiesan
Published Today
Perfect ending Elsie
I like the narrative or dialogue in this one
It glides smoothly like a wet pussy from self talk to speaking to what is portrayed as the Dom
Flowed like buckets of cum Elsie
Nice work
Been on the Prowl
Forever searching
For the one
To unlock my door
Fantasies, although
Based in reality,
Simply not real
So...Tonight
Been on the Prowl
Want a good
Hot lover
One night stand
Maybe two
No more after that
Catch my eye
Court me
Win me over
Tell me your
Cock is
Right size
To fill me
Full of cum
Tell me you
You want to
Fuck me
Tell me you
Want me to meet
Your momma
I say...ok
Take me home
To your room
Lay me down
My wrists
In your hand
Held above my hand
Lips pressing
Hard to mine
Click...click
Shackled just
That quick
Damn faster
Than the eye
In your power
You love older
Mature women
I ask what
Do you plan to do
Sitting, a lot longer
Than I like
Finally answering
I shudder...
You begin your
Assault
Get me wet
Hands roving
Artfullly
Teasing me
Into submission
You have control
Falling in love
For one night
Destined never
To forget
We as one
Merging, melting
Fire blazing
Daylight seeps in...
Rising, ready
Disappearing from
Night's prizms
Am left
To wonder
Why it's easier
To love a stranger
For one night
Than the one
Next to me
For an eternity
Written by elsiesan
Published Today
Perfect ending Elsie
I like the narrative or dialogue in this one
It glides smoothly like a wet pussy from self talk to speaking to what is portrayed as the Dom
Flowed like buckets of cum Elsie
Nice work
Anonymous
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Sky_Dancer
Well seems you got it. Am glad others are chiming in. And thanks for adding the above jism to new page. I had forgotten to comment and will. Currently, whipping up some homemade, from scratch New York style cheese cake. Yummy, almost as good as sex, decadent and deliciously sensual. How about that one.
Sky_Dancer
Well seems you got it. Am glad others are chiming in. And thanks for adding the above jism to new page. I had forgotten to comment and will. Currently, whipping up some homemade, from scratch New York style cheese cake. Yummy, almost as good as sex, decadent and deliciously sensual. How about that one.
MusicallyMrM said:
Jism
….an “ism” that I never ever
wish to lose
“control”
Baby
did you feel it
when I placed
the barrel deep inside your womb....
...and fired the “shot”?
I heard you die
wet nor dry
cry baby cry
felt your body seize
while I was down on
bended knee
this is what I do when I'm fucking you.......righteously
so damned hot? Spoken cliched lines.....
…...did it hit the spot?
traversing the white light
pussy so wet yet so freakin' tight
cream drips down the inside
of your thighs
(oh how I drift when I drive)
walking the milky white way
my,my,my
I smoke and tingle
as I pull my gun out
random pulses of energy
body short circuits
quaking, screaming and shouting...
…..two spent entities
shape-shifting,
splayed out
upon blue sheets
lying somewhere between the blurred lines
cumming..... afterglow
…...as the ”Jism” speaks
You are an amazingly in-depth writer of erotica. Love the being splayed out and shape-shifting. I have spoke of cells being rearranged.
And of course the very last line "…...as the ”Jism” speaks." Beauty in the raw attributes of that line. Thank you for the write.
Jism
….an “ism” that I never ever
wish to lose
“control”
Baby
did you feel it
when I placed
the barrel deep inside your womb....
...and fired the “shot”?
I heard you die
wet nor dry
cry baby cry
felt your body seize
while I was down on
bended knee
this is what I do when I'm fucking you.......righteously
so damned hot? Spoken cliched lines.....
…...did it hit the spot?
traversing the white light
pussy so wet yet so freakin' tight
cream drips down the inside
of your thighs
(oh how I drift when I drive)
walking the milky white way
my,my,my
I smoke and tingle
as I pull my gun out
random pulses of energy
body short circuits
quaking, screaming and shouting...
…..two spent entities
shape-shifting,
splayed out
upon blue sheets
lying somewhere between the blurred lines
cumming..... afterglow
…...as the ”Jism” speaks
You are an amazingly in-depth writer of erotica. Love the being splayed out and shape-shifting. I have spoke of cells being rearranged.
And of course the very last line "…...as the ”Jism” speaks." Beauty in the raw attributes of that line. Thank you for the write.
Mail Chute
Originally posted in May of 2013 under a different nom de plume, Lerd Goin
Walking down the dimly lit tenth floor corridor. The musty smell of the ancient, stained red carpet has me pondering the bygone relevance of this time-worn San Francisco office building. Approaching the elevators I grin at the ornate brass mail slot on the wall evoking visions of the bustling basement mail room from an overly optimistic 1940's movie.
Turning to press the down button I am startled to see a woman standing nearby. She greets me with a warm smile. Our eyes meet and I am filled with a sudden rush of joy. “It still works you know” she says in a sexy-sweet tone. I grasp for a response but I haven’t a clue what she’s talking about. “The mail chute” she explains. I guess she had seen me studying the slot. Not thinking of anything more intelligent or witty to say I blurt out “oh really.”
Never have I been so immediately captivated by a woman. Wearing a short thin cotton Summer dress. The outline of her curvaceous figure excites me. Her fair skin is radiant and she is wearing almost no makeup. A calming appearance of earthiness accentuates her seemingly ebullient personality...a free spirit for sure. Her presence seems to dispel the surrounding dingy gloom
The elevators doors open. As we enter she says, “I can show you where the letters go” I stutter sh-sh-sure I guess I mean I need to be getting back to...”oh it won’t take long” she says. We ride to the basement. She opens the door to a small room furnished only with a letter bin, some shelves and a sorting table. The mail chute emerges from the ceiling and extends to just above the bin.
“I’ll show you how it works, okay?” I say “great” even though I’m pretty sure that I have a certain knowledge of gravity. “I am going up to the 15th floor where I’ll drop in a letter and you watch the bin to see how long it takes to fall.” She quickly exits leaving me alone at my post.
Five maybe six minutes pass and an object falls from the shoot. I look in the bin and almost pass out. Instead of a letter there is a pair of blue, lace cheecky panties. I grab them and feel that they are still a little warm and definitely moist. Not even thinking I bring them to my nose and breath in the delicious scent of my new friend.
With my special delivery still shoved under my nose she appears in the doorway. “I see you got my message” she almost whispers. I stand before her a little embarrassed at the prominent bulge in my crotch. With mock surprise she says “Oh and look, you’ve got a package for me...you shouldn’t have. Can I open it now?”
Without waiting for a response she falls to her knees, yanks down my zipper and removes my cock, now swollen to its full length. With lusty excitement she takes me between her glistening lips. I shudder as she licks my favorite spot under the head. Her mouth feels so good gliding along my rigid manhood. She brings me to the brink of sweet release when she withdraws her mouth and says “Its your turn to put something in my slot.”
I lift her onto the table and she pulls up her dress. I am overwhelmed by this experience and I almost shed tears of elation when I see her pink, wet labia inviting me in for a visit. I run my tongue along the slick folds and find the treasured clit waiting for my kisses. She moans her approval as she pinches her now exposed nipples top glorious globes. The heady aroma matching that of the panties urges me on. “I want to feel you inside me” she says in a slightly urgent voice. I immediately comply, gently sliding myself into her land of enchantment. Now that I’m in her home it feels so right and I have a thrilling sense of deja vu.
In perfect synchronicity we approach orgasm. Her moans crescendo as she begins to convulse. I slide out just in time to explode all over her tummy. The tingling sensation is magical and I wish it could continue forever. With some tissue from her purse she cleans me off of her. She smiles as she sniffs the cum soaked tissue. Climbing down from the table she falls into my waiting arms. We lovingly embrace. She looks up at me smiling and says “hi, my name is Jessica what’s yours?”
Walking down the dimly lit tenth floor corridor. The musty smell of the ancient, stained red carpet has me pondering the bygone relevance of this time-worn San Francisco office building. Approaching the elevators I grin at the ornate brass mail slot on the wall evoking visions of the bustling basement mail room from an overly optimistic 1940's movie.
Turning to press the down button I am startled to see a woman standing nearby. She greets me with a warm smile. Our eyes meet and I am filled with a sudden rush of joy. “It still works you know” she says in a sexy-sweet tone. I grasp for a response but I haven’t a clue what she’s talking about. “The mail chute” she explains. I guess she had seen me studying the slot. Not thinking of anything more intelligent or witty to say I blurt out “oh really.”
Never have I been so immediately captivated by a woman. Wearing a short thin cotton Summer dress. The outline of her curvaceous figure excites me. Her fair skin is radiant and she is wearing almost no makeup. A calming appearance of earthiness accentuates her seemingly ebullient personality...a free spirit for sure. Her presence seems to dispel the surrounding dingy gloom
The elevators doors open. As we enter she says, “I can show you where the letters go” I stutter sh-sh-sure I guess I mean I need to be getting back to...”oh it won’t take long” she says. We ride to the basement. She opens the door to a small room furnished only with a letter bin, some shelves and a sorting table. The mail chute emerges from the ceiling and extends to just above the bin.
“I’ll show you how it works, okay?” I say “great” even though I’m pretty sure that I have a certain knowledge of gravity. “I am going up to the 15th floor where I’ll drop in a letter and you watch the bin to see how long it takes to fall.” She quickly exits leaving me alone at my post.
Five maybe six minutes pass and an object falls from the shoot. I look in the bin and almost pass out. Instead of a letter there is a pair of blue, lace cheecky panties. I grab them and feel that they are still a little warm and definitely moist. Not even thinking I bring them to my nose and breath in the delicious scent of my new friend.
With my special delivery still shoved under my nose she appears in the doorway. “I see you got my message” she almost whispers. I stand before her a little embarrassed at the prominent bulge in my crotch. With mock surprise she says “Oh and look, you’ve got a package for me...you shouldn’t have. Can I open it now?”
Without waiting for a response she falls to her knees, yanks down my zipper and removes my cock, now swollen to its full length. With lusty excitement she takes me between her glistening lips. I shudder as she licks my favorite spot under the head. Her mouth feels so good gliding along my rigid manhood. She brings me to the brink of sweet release when she withdraws her mouth and says “Its your turn to put something in my slot.”
I lift her onto the table and she pulls up her dress. I am overwhelmed by this experience and I almost shed tears of elation when I see her pink, wet labia inviting me in for a visit. I run my tongue along the slick folds and find the treasured clit waiting for my kisses. She moans her approval as she pinches her now exposed nipples top glorious globes. The heady aroma matching that of the panties urges me on. “I want to feel you inside me” she says in a slightly urgent voice. I immediately comply, gently sliding myself into her land of enchantment. Now that I’m in her home it feels so right and I have a thrilling sense of deja vu.
In perfect synchronicity we approach orgasm. Her moans crescendo as she begins to convulse. I slide out just in time to explode all over her tummy. The tingling sensation is magical and I wish it could continue forever. With some tissue from her purse she cleans me off of her. She smiles as she sniffs the cum soaked tissue. Climbing down from the table she falls into my waiting arms. We lovingly embrace. She looks up at me smiling and says “hi, my name is Jessica what’s yours?”
Written by Gahddess_Worship
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