Submissions by Blake25

I have touched, smelled, and savored every
square inch of your body. Now you're begging
for the teasing to cease.

Sliding in from behind you,
my girth slowly fills your cunt,
every last inch makes your toes curl,
causing you to push your ass against my stomach.


My fingers play with you  as you
twitch under my touch getting you wet and warm.  
That's when I take  you deeper
and DEEPER.


I spread your legs further, and you feel
the heat of my chizzled body on yours.  
The angle gives me easy access to your sweet...

I'm  not your typical reality, I'm your darkest fantasy.

I'm not your vanilla, I'm the chocolate that you so

desperately crave for. I'm not the one that's nice

to you, I'm the one that owns you. I'm not the

one who supports you, I'm the lust that corrupts

your logic. I'm not the one that's patiently waiting,

I'm the one that takes as he pleases. I'm not your comfort food,

I'm the heroin that you constantly

feen for. Not a day goes by when you are not

begging me to be inside you.

While watching you lay there, I am completely
enthralled by how your beautifully shaped
legs leave me staring in utter amazement.
In my mind, it would be so easy to
paint an intricate portrait that displays your
flawless femininity. The insecurities that you
consider as your imperfections are deemed
as my most cherished work of art, considering
that each passing stroke contains an elegant
beauty, which starts at your toes and ends
at the long strands of your hair. Not only
is the beauty extrinsic, but it also stems from
inside, making your soft...

Sitting alone in the distance,
while watching you dance carelessly
under the starlit sky.
I can see how the radiance
from your soft skin flows
in harmony with the moonlight,
and that your hazel eyes
sparkle, like the diamonds
in the sky. Seeing you move
with such elegance, makes me
want to go to the snowy days
of December, when a soft kiss
would make your lips tremble,
and the hot steams flowing
from the corners of your eyes
would be consumed by the the
tip of my tongue. I would draw
you near, and the warmth ...