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A chain of events

You stood there confident, wrapped in silk and lace,
My jaw must've dropped as my pulse began to race.

Like fictitious images I'd seen on hard to reach shelves,
Or as the history and worn out keys of my laptop do tell.

Stimulated, and excited I battled with wills,
To simply tear of silken fabric for my own shallow thrills.

Admittedly, I still can't believe my luck,
I was so eager to taste you, to tease you; to fuck.

I always considered myself to have great discipline,
An older me would have simply given in.

So as ticks tocked, our lips locked,
My jeans dropped and you grasped my cock.

My skin on cold of the wall juxtaposed against that of my desire,
Like a moth to the flame, my body was on fire.

There wasn't much I could do and nowhere I could go,
As you sank to your knees and my trembles showed.

Exacerbated feelings (vulnerability & shyness) I tried to fight,
I reached across and sheepishly switched off the light.

In your unfamiliar room as I stood to attention,
Giving, not receiving was my real intention.

Before I could cum, pleasured by taking your head,
I summoned you up and pushed you back on the bed.

The mere sight of curves bursting and your fabulous hips,
One swift manoeuvre later and I was licking your lips.

Your wetness, body twitching, the most tender lips,
Resistance was futile, my strong hands, (arms round your thighs) gripped your hips.

Control.  Pleasure.  I wanted nothing more,
At that moment to be inside your pussy amore.

Passionate and lustful, like a Mills and Boon fiction,
The magic finger came out, its speciality is friction.

Back and forth and with circular motion,
To take you to orgasm was the prime notion.

You weren't disappointed when that moment soon came,
As your body jerked, moaned and you called out my name.

Passionate, lustful your cheeks I gripped,
I sucked your nipples, my tongue gently flicked,
My technique replicated as I did to your clit.

Wrapped around me, my wandering palms,
Beads of sweat and muscular arms.

A chain events, desired so much,  
Inches away – it's time to fuck.

At the entrance now, steeped in sin,
Your lips gently parted as I slid myself in...
Written by cxj419
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