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I mention "our scars are only symbols of the real pain."
And showed her my cut from long ago on my chest suggesting my heart has been divided.
Touching the wound delicately, she traces her fingers along the length and asks fragrantly, and she understood instinctively.
She came to me uncertain whether of her own trust or curiosity
a little distressed
A little disheveled
A little disinhibited
Over a light malty drink with the rain dimming the night light
She talks of pain and hurt and trust.
"Can I show you where I hurt?”
Silently agreeing, she lays with her back to the floor.
Slender and graceful
Her long legs filled those black stockings
Smooth landscapes when she laid on her side.
Then turning over facing down.
Slowly rising to her hands and knees
Reaching back
As she grabs the edge of her skirt pulling it up
And reveals to me her silken moon
I kneel down behind her
And rub my hands over her slick heart shaped ass
Like it was a crystal ball telling my fortune
I examine more closely how shiny
Her ass appears in these stockings
She says, "Tear them."
Grabbing the stockings as they bunch up in my fists
And abruptly rip them at the seams
She keys out a soft moan as if to finally reveal her aches
Reaching through the stockings I massage her clit.
Already wet
While she reaches under and rubs my cock, eventually working her hand to release me.
Her hand fully wrapped around my girth, she gently tugs in her direction
Through the hole of her stockings
And I tend to her wound
Sliding into her soft pussy, splitting her lips apart
Moving deeper into her dark side
The inner walls grabbing me to merge our sex
Like she was fucking me
At that moment I crossed the line
Into the realm of no return
Grabbing her hips into me
And pushed as deep into her
As her lips parted releasing a sound breaking moan
While I cum hard and with depth
And my cock slides out of her dripping pussy
Separate again
Collapsing to the ground
I lay there naked, arms outstretched
She stands up and fixes her skirt
Gives me a look of thanks and proceeds to the door.
The sound of it closing gave me thoughts of whether I don't want her to come back
Or run after her for more.
And showed her my cut from long ago on my chest suggesting my heart has been divided.
Touching the wound delicately, she traces her fingers along the length and asks fragrantly, and she understood instinctively.
She came to me uncertain whether of her own trust or curiosity
a little distressed
A little disheveled
A little disinhibited
Over a light malty drink with the rain dimming the night light
She talks of pain and hurt and trust.
"Can I show you where I hurt?”
Silently agreeing, she lays with her back to the floor.
Slender and graceful
Her long legs filled those black stockings
Smooth landscapes when she laid on her side.
Then turning over facing down.
Slowly rising to her hands and knees
Reaching back
As she grabs the edge of her skirt pulling it up
And reveals to me her silken moon
I kneel down behind her
And rub my hands over her slick heart shaped ass
Like it was a crystal ball telling my fortune
I examine more closely how shiny
Her ass appears in these stockings
She says, "Tear them."
Grabbing the stockings as they bunch up in my fists
And abruptly rip them at the seams
She keys out a soft moan as if to finally reveal her aches
Reaching through the stockings I massage her clit.
Already wet
While she reaches under and rubs my cock, eventually working her hand to release me.
Her hand fully wrapped around my girth, she gently tugs in her direction
Through the hole of her stockings
And I tend to her wound
Sliding into her soft pussy, splitting her lips apart
Moving deeper into her dark side
The inner walls grabbing me to merge our sex
Like she was fucking me
At that moment I crossed the line
Into the realm of no return
Grabbing her hips into me
And pushed as deep into her
As her lips parted releasing a sound breaking moan
While I cum hard and with depth
And my cock slides out of her dripping pussy
Separate again
Collapsing to the ground
I lay there naked, arms outstretched
She stands up and fixes her skirt
Gives me a look of thanks and proceeds to the door.
The sound of it closing gave me thoughts of whether I don't want her to come back
Or run after her for more.
Published 23rd Jul 2015
| Edited 24th Jul 2015
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24th Jul 2015 1:55am
24th Jul 2015 11:50am
24th Jul 2015 5:05am
"Her long legs filled those black stockings
Smooth landscapes when she laid on her side."
~a stunning, smokey capture..
You have wicked skill in your play by play here..in swoon, I say hothot, m'friend.
The emotions of heart/hurts/healing that you've added just pour depth into an
already appreciated piece, to create a gorgeous chase.
enjoyed, & my list thx you;)
~d
Smooth landscapes when she laid on her side."
~a stunning, smokey capture..
You have wicked skill in your play by play here..in swoon, I say hothot, m'friend.
The emotions of heart/hurts/healing that you've added just pour depth into an
already appreciated piece, to create a gorgeous chase.
enjoyed, & my list thx you;)
~d
24th Jul 2015 11:53am
Thank you very much darksighs.
I very much appreciate the add and thoughtfulness in your comment. The emotions helped tie it together rather than fuck for fucks sake.
I very much appreciate the add and thoughtfulness in your comment. The emotions helped tie it together rather than fuck for fucks sake.
24th Jul 2015 6:16am
"Moving deeper into her dark side" - a new euphemism, would read more dramatically if it was between a white man and black woman.
24th Jul 2015 11:56am
Interesting you note that. As I was writing this, I did not want to make the mistake of alluding that it was a black woman, even though I never describe her skin. But at the same time, it would symbolize the contrast more appropriately. Thank you for the read and comment.
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24th Jul 2015 1:28pm
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24th Jul 2015 5:30pm
Thank you Taryn. Sometimes it is nice for the pillow talk that follows. Other times its just good when its down and dirty and both parties are fully aware of this. Thanks for the read and comment.
25th Jul 2015 9:54am
25th Jul 2015 12:03pm
30th Jul 2015 00:05am
Some needs run so much deeper than hunger. That's when the animals come out of us, when the steam turns to fuel and the fuel gets ignited. The fuse, the scars, the truths, the woman's ass as a crystal ball, her pheromones and aura as your oracle, all the things we heal through the current of raw, thrashing hard sex are so key. Sex positivity means more than embracing open feelings and honesty. It means not shaming rough sex, hunger-sex, comfort-sex, healing sex. It's often all the same and I commend you for delivering that in this piece. It's those nuances in the moment that are hardest to describe if you haven't been there, but those are the things that stick with us always. Amazing good write.
31st Jul 2015 3:16pm
Wonderful response, Loki. Sex in all its forms create the three-dimensional human being. But as you say, its the little details that make the sex unique. Thank you for your comment.
