Hapaxanthous

Deep down, our love is kink personified.
 
I like it when you share your dirty mind with me under the ambience of soft lighting, and the subtle shading of burning sandalwood wafting in the air.
 
How am I suppose to know how to bring your fantasies to fruition if I don't enable you to share your most intimate thoughts ?
 
Trust, is key to knowing I won't feel repulsed by your underlying perversions.
 
Liberate yourself by using my body to explore your limits until I'm quivering & inarticulate as you solicit my deepest desires, in kind.
 
We both share the same sentiments for one another, which increases our mutual pleasure.
 
I want you to know the pleasure I derive from watching you, watching me, as you drag the razor along the edges of my cunt until I'm entirely bare, sitting before you with my legs spread and knees up splayed open to you, is divine.
 
Watching you plant kisses on my swollen bud as your tongue leaves a trail of saliva from my clit to my tight little arsehole, as you fill my cherry pink velvet walls with a vibrator until I'm trembling all over you.
 
You elevate me to a heavenly state of being.
 
My cunt aches to be filled by your rock hard cock but you tease me with the vibrator, while sucking gently on my engorged clit until I lose my composure, and I'm gushing all over you.
 
The first of many more gushing moments to cum.
 
Watching, the way your cock leaves me gaping time & time again as we create our own book of kama sutra, heightens my senses, and triggers my root chakra to align with yours. 
 
The taste of our love is infused in the air, and it drips from your rock hard cock, to our lips, and fingertips.
 
Every time you make me cum on your cock, I lick and suck you clean, and the wilderness reflected in your eyes, tells me I'm home.
 
You don't just fuck me repeatedly, until you're able to bury your fist inside the rim of my cunt, you nurture the whore hidden within me, and I've never felt as full and stretched as I trace my name all over your cock with my tongue, before deep throating you.
 
My lips were made to swallow the elixir of your essence as your opalescence is akin to sustenance.
 
You own my flesh when you make me submit to you, and I belong to you, there's no question about that as many of our nights are spent exploring one anothers limits, from dusk til dawn, on the dreamscape.
 
Written for the 'Give Me Your Dirtiest Thoughts' Comp.