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Pas De Trois {Voyeur's Oasis} Featuring Willow and Taryn
was it a dream..a vision
or a fantasy?
was i the phantom
lurking at the opera
unzipping voyeuristic tendencies
among other things?
stroking an exposed extremity
in the mezzanine
as the clock struck midnight
during a duet of Siamese delicacies
joined at the hips..and breasts
with lips and breaths
in the midsts of swapping
affection and oxygen
so sharing and sensual
these slow grooving silhouettes
performing pirouettes
with fingers between thighs
caressing the ass
the spine...the belly..the nipples
sending ripples
through ripened anatomies
across the gallery for my eyes only
leaving me spellbound
at the front row of desire
buckled in tight for the night
knowing this was just
the beginning
~~
eyes registering the tender seduction
between myself and alabaster flesh
with pupils found fixed and dilated
on each of our tongues and tips
trailing each curve
headed slowly towards need
no thoughts of all the watchers
who’ve paid admission
to witness our greed
while distorted through a dark vignette
she is the only thing I can see
the only one who can make me cream
the one I’ve lusted real from fantasy
with blushed extended rosy peaks
left begging for my want
flicking and sucking while feeling her writhe
waiting for me to enter her sweet and tight
knowing I will certainly make her wait
as she whimpers in desperate plea
asking me to end her ache
by tickling her hard and deep
only to find myself
answering those calls
as I slide into slick and wet
stroking a speed to make her drip;
all of it savored when bathing my tongue
~~
inhalation suddenly halted
at the luscious feast before ardent eyes
random musings interrupted
completely redirected
at this delectable sight
an unexpected exhibition
causing me to pause
has my inner kitten flexing wanting claws
unaware of any witness
to his unguarded personal tableau
I'm silently watching the watcher
while he doesn't even know
fingers gliding ever lower
...in imitation of his own...
while he distractedly strokes
picturing him instead of me
running muscled digits
over & under
...& in between
to anoint tips & knuckles
soaking them...coating them...
with my heated honey greed
aching to capture with wanton
holding tight with hungry thighs
as the locus of his focus
follows their passion blindly to release
his eyes pursuing their motion
mine trailing his toward relief
oh, what a tangled web we weave
or a fantasy?
was i the phantom
lurking at the opera
unzipping voyeuristic tendencies
among other things?
stroking an exposed extremity
in the mezzanine
as the clock struck midnight
during a duet of Siamese delicacies
joined at the hips..and breasts
with lips and breaths
in the midsts of swapping
affection and oxygen
so sharing and sensual
these slow grooving silhouettes
performing pirouettes
with fingers between thighs
caressing the ass
the spine...the belly..the nipples
sending ripples
through ripened anatomies
across the gallery for my eyes only
leaving me spellbound
at the front row of desire
buckled in tight for the night
knowing this was just
the beginning
~~
eyes registering the tender seduction
between myself and alabaster flesh
with pupils found fixed and dilated
on each of our tongues and tips
trailing each curve
headed slowly towards need
no thoughts of all the watchers
who’ve paid admission
to witness our greed
while distorted through a dark vignette
she is the only thing I can see
the only one who can make me cream
the one I’ve lusted real from fantasy
with blushed extended rosy peaks
left begging for my want
flicking and sucking while feeling her writhe
waiting for me to enter her sweet and tight
knowing I will certainly make her wait
as she whimpers in desperate plea
asking me to end her ache
by tickling her hard and deep
only to find myself
answering those calls
as I slide into slick and wet
stroking a speed to make her drip;
all of it savored when bathing my tongue
~~
inhalation suddenly halted
at the luscious feast before ardent eyes
random musings interrupted
completely redirected
at this delectable sight
an unexpected exhibition
causing me to pause
has my inner kitten flexing wanting claws
unaware of any witness
to his unguarded personal tableau
I'm silently watching the watcher
while he doesn't even know
fingers gliding ever lower
...in imitation of his own...
while he distractedly strokes
picturing him instead of me
running muscled digits
over & under
...& in between
to anoint tips & knuckles
soaking them...coating them...
with my heated honey greed
aching to capture with wanton
holding tight with hungry thighs
as the locus of his focus
follows their passion blindly to release
his eyes pursuing their motion
mine trailing his toward relief
oh, what a tangled web we weave
Published 14th Jun 2024
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14th Jun 2024 8:02am
Oh. Hot. Damn...
...consider me out of breath.
What a steamy hot piece of ink the three of you created, it made the temperatures rise over here.
Even though I'm familiar what your styles (knowing the three of you for a while now) with a few exceptions, it was hard to decipher who's (body) parts belong to who. Like a good threesome should be ;-) (awesome image too)
...and there were even people watching? Great job, you guys really outdid yourselves!
...consider me out of breath.
What a steamy hot piece of ink the three of you created, it made the temperatures rise over here.
Even though I'm familiar what your styles (knowing the three of you for a while now) with a few exceptions, it was hard to decipher who's (body) parts belong to who. Like a good threesome should be ;-) (awesome image too)
...and there were even people watching? Great job, you guys really outdid yourselves!
14th Jun 2024 9:45am
In writing this mix of passionate visions your definitely DROP THE THE 🎤 ON, THIS DEEP HYPNOTIC OF SPELL that lines up fiction with the closeness of skin on skin and flesh upon thy body and flesh like a magic carpet run ripping the manifestation to materialize 🙏💯👍
What made this sexier than hell poem even hotter was the voyeurism aspect.
I love - asking me to end her ache
Phenomenal job, the three of you
What a euphoric mind burn
Image - ultra cool too
I love - asking me to end her ache
Phenomenal job, the three of you
What a euphoric mind burn
Image - ultra cool too
14th Jun 2024 7:49pm
This was so much fun to work on with the 2 of you! It's good to hear Taryn's voice in the halls Underground again...even as an echo. Thank you for this dance, Naaj!
18th Aug 2024 00:12am
This was some seductive ink from all involved. You couldn't have picked two better sidekicks and they had a great foundation in you, Naajir.
I echo Willow when it comes to Taryns voice. Sigh.
I echo Willow when it comes to Taryns voice. Sigh.
