Home is where your Heart is
Current mood: wanted
Category: Writing and Poetry
The evening sun has long since set, I know that he’ll be there, You ask me how I know for sure, I feel it in the air. It started like it did before, the ringing of the phone, No voice there he’s just checking me, to see if I’m alone.
At first I thought it was a dream, a wild and lurid one, A taste at first within my mouth, salty upon my tongue. It was a taste that I had known, from being with a man, When he put his cock inside my mouth, because he knows he can.
It was a dark and stormy night, the power had shut down, It would be out a long, long time, it darkened the whole town. I lit a lamp and waited long, for the power to return, I watched the gentle lamplight glow, I watched the oil burn.
A quiet night it was so dark, I felt so all alone. "I’ll go to sleep," I told myself, and then I heard the phone. "Hello," I said as I picked it up, and waited for a sound, But there was none, no one was there, I put the receiver down.
I quenched the lamp and stumbled, into the night so black, I was so tired the day was long, it was time to hit the sack. I felt a chill upon my bones as I got dressed for bed I slid beneath the covers, the pillow beneath my head.
My thoughts soon turned to slumber, as the thunder did subside, I dreamed it was the springtime, the window open wide. The cool breeze blew upon my skin, a cold and blustery air, And then alarm as I realized, someone was standing there!
He lays His hands upon me, my body chills straight to the bone For now He has made me His slave, I shall never be alone His guidance and love, Is all I seek at night This Master has opened this womans eyes, I have seen the light
I kneel down before Him, In His mercy I beg for more I not only wants to be His baby, I long to be His whore I have a voice yet do not speak, I am silent when He is near My thoughts are not my own, yet I think very clear
I surrender everything I have, He takes it in His hands I obey His every whim, Jump at His demand For this Master is my only one, The true one that I serve
For I am strong, this slave, I know what I deserve
I simply smile up at Him, as to thank Him with my sighs I dont have to say a word, He can see it in my eyes My head falls to the floor, in this position I shall stay In my heart and soul I know, I am meant to be that way He takes me, everything I have, everything I have known I shiver with pride because I know, He has finally called "me" home.
When Goodbye is all that is left
Current mood: numb
Category: Writing and Poetry
I am burned crisp at the edges, crouched low in these unsafe spaces where my thoughts pile around me.
My words fall through the rain of his blame and anger, as meaningless to him as white noise.
The greater story, the bigger one, blows around me in drifts, things I cannot say through my throat, things that have no path to my tongue.
My lips are sewn shut. My heart poked through it’s center.
He does not understand why I grieve.
I open my hands, like doves as if willing them to take flight to take me from this conversation as if in gesture I could break free into some bright aching beam of truth.
I will myself to be done with this sorrow and find my way back above the clouds
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Today I gave back the key to your heart, left it under the mat at your front door where the words don’t say welcome, at least not for me.
Before I walked away I lifted out all the bookmarks held in your body marking the places where I had planned to touch you again.
I swept away the well wishes, and good intentions off the porch. The safety and borders and boundaries that made where you live good for me cleared with some use of the broom.
I gathered up the parts of me you had thrown in the yard. I found the key to my own heart, tangled amongst the violets growing in the cracks on the step.
The house seems empty to me dead and lonely somehow. Love used to live there and now only strangers do.
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I want to go back to a time when I trusted you and thought you would never harm me. Your heart and arms were false and fragile shelter. I was unknowing and naive in my love.
I want to be empty of hard thoughts. Take back these things you’ve done. Erase the words you’ve written and said in anger and rage against me. Return what you have stolen, and broken. Make right your vandalism of my spirit.
Give me back some little belief in you. Be the man I thought you were for one breath more so I can pause in this sorrow and find room to forgive.
Nothing more left to say You ruined the silence yesterday I don't know why you keep coming around You are way too complicated for this girl from a small-minded town
All over again We dance and we fight As I plead for understanding While you manipulate laughing, dissolving, vanishing into the wet darkness hidden in the folds of forbidden night
Like a thoughtless footprint on your home shore It doesn't make a difference if I love you anymore
Nothing changes with those words...
Feelings
Realizations
Regrets
Hurt
So much I cannot throw away I don't expect you to understand demand, respect or obey
Let me do it my way It might be brutal, sad, unfulfilling But so much better Drawing out the expectations of time As we burn into ruin because you were never mine
If you missed Parts One and Two...Click Here Part One / Part Two
She wasn't sleeping and had heard his whispered vow into her ear. A tear slipped down her cheek as she knew what he was telling her, what he had already told her a hundred times before when she expressed her love for him, knew that despite it all she couldn't stop loving him.
That was the worst part, this hold over her that he had. She knew it was there and yet it was as if she was powerless to stop it. She was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, seeking its heat and warmth, and knowing that you might get burned. But that incredible heat, when it came, was fire and lightening, sizzle and spark, no surface left un-singed from it's searing heat. And she needed that heat. Needed it to wake up her tired heart, to instill a desire for life so great that no matter what lay ahead it was met with eager anticipation and a determination to survive.
Not that she didn't know if she would survive before she knew him, but somehow he had awakened in her a self confidence that inspired her to look at life differently, to seek the new experience, and to revel in all her feelings, knowing that all must be had in order to cherish the sweeter moments in life.
That single tear said all that and more, and she quickly turned her head before he could notice. She knew there were no promises between them and she would keep her end of the bargain no matter what. She did not want to taint their time together with bittersweet tears. His feelings were important to her too, and she guarded them like she would her own.
She felt a pulling away from him, as the sensations, thoughts and emotions they shared were too intense, the intensity so great it threatened to overwhelm the selves they had worked so hard to perfect. The selves they did not share with anyone, those were the ones open and vulnerable now that the barriers had been pulled down.
He had shown too much now and opened himself up to her in a way he had never known. In one moment he allowed himself to love, to share, to dream, but he couldn't deny the walls around his heart that he had built up and protected over the years. He couldn't deny the reality of what he was and what she could do to his soul to break down those walls. It was all he had left and no one was going to take that away from him.
She knew what could happen if they were to go down this road, and yet it's as if it was pre-destined to happen, as there was no stopping now. They had turned a corner in their relationship; it was now or never, and now was truly frightening but never was unimaginable.
There had always been tenderness between them; never had a harsh word split them apart. It was always easy to pick up where they had left off, never sharing an awkward moment over lost time. It was bittersweet and achingly lonely at times. She knew deep inside her heart that this man was hers, it may not be now, it may not even be in this lifetime, but he belonged to her. And the aching desire to be with him only grew, filling her with a sweet longing for his touch.
Never knowing when they might next share a moment in time, the time they did spend together was filled with laughter. She would never regret knowing him, never regret spending her time with him, never regret loving him. He meant so much to her, and yet he didn't know, couldn't know, how important he was to her.
I finally moaned into the pillow and you shifted your weight to the side of me but left your arm draped across my lower back. Slipping out from under your arm, I headed towards the bathroom. I wanted to freshen up after spending hours in bed with you.
In the bathroom, I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked exactly like I thought I would after being with you. My face flushed, my eyes glossy, and my body showing the marks of our loving. Never had I seen the crude expression often talked about by my friends, "Freshly Fucked", so adequately portrayed than in my own face.
I turned away and went to the bath to start the hot water. A nice long bubble bath is what I wanted now. I would soak away any worries over what might happen next and give myself some time to get my emotions in check.
I peeled off the pieces of what was left of my so carefully chosen outfit and let them fall on the floor. I was an absolute rebel now, just throwing my things on the floor and spending a week in a hotel with my lover. Laughing at myself, at what I considered rebel behavior, I choked back my emotions and stepped into the tub.
My thoughts sobered as they turned back to what had just happened between us. I didn't know what to expect from you now. We had just spent an incredibly erotic evening together, the fantasy finally becoming reality and I worried about what was next. Where did we go from here, now that feelings and emotions had been brought into the mix? Now that someone was going to get hurt?
This new feeling I had was incredible, I felt loved, free to express my emotions, and yet afraid of the results. The possibilities seemed open now as if any barriers that had been put in place years ago now melted away in the face of a need so great. A need so heart wrenchingly deep inside our souls that nothing could stop the all-consuming desire.
There was no explaining the pull to each other, it was there, always wanting and always seeking. There was desire for companionship, friendship, and for that one person who can bring it to you. But still obstacles stood in the way; it wasn't going to be easy, if even possible.
I felt the hot water warm my toes and I sighed as I lowered myself into the tub. I didn't realize that the door was open slightly and that you were standing behind it watching me.
Watching the emotions flow over my face, the quick smile and then the worried frown, you pull back slightly, but not enough to block your view of me. You may not want me to know you are there yet, but you won't stop looking.
This is what he had been fantasizing about, looking his fill of her in every way, naked, vulnerable, aching, swollen, and wet, very wet now. He watched her in the way a child would look upon his best friend's birthday presents, with a hungry greed, and a desire too possess that which wasn't his. Her movements were slow and tranquil. A slight draping of her arm over the edge of the tub, a leg protruding from the mountain of bubbles. One hand working the length of her leg, trailing the soap on her wet skin.
He was stunned to realize he wanted her again, so soon after she had fulfilled one of his lifelong fantasies. But he wanted her now in a way that was foreign to him, the aim now only to give her the pleasure she had dreamed of her entire life. He hadn't anticipated feeling this way, wanting to give to her the sweetest loving her body could take. Wanting her to cry out his name, to claim what had been hers for so very long. He craved her. Ached for the feelings she evoked in him, what he had gotten used to having when he forgot to protect his heart. Although he would never admit it, He loved her.
A shifting movement from behind the door catches my eye and I see you move from your hiding place and walk into the bathroom. I am surprised to see you, it seemed as if we both needed some time to adjust. But there you are, standing next to the bathtub looking down at me with hunger in your eyes.
My eyes rake over your face, taking in your soft lips, the slight 5 o'clock shadow covering your jaw, and your beautiful eyes. I see the need and longing in your eyes now and I feel an answering call inside of me to fulfill that need.
I watch you as you place some towels on the ground and kneel down next to the tub. Your hand grazes my cheek and one finger strokes a slow trail around my mouth. I am mesmerized by your touch, unable to move, and caught by your eyes holding mine. I'm not sure what I see reflected in them, other than the complete surrender they are demanding.
Once again I am subject to your whims and desires, but this time it's with an understanding that I'm not bound, or forced to accept your branding of my body, instead held captive by your soft caress and the torment behind your eyes.
I reach out to touch your face and your hands quickly push mine away. You don't want my tender touch on you now, no, this is about filling your hands with my body, letting your fingers tease and probe, stroke and devastate. No amount of coaxing on my part is going to distract you. There's no thought to your pleasure, you only want to imprint this moment on your mind forever. Losing yourself in the dream, the only thoughts prevailing in your head are ones of sliding your hands over my wet soapy skin.
The possessive way you reach around to the back of my neck and pull me close to you for a deep soul searching kiss threatens to shatter my emotional barrier. Your lips searching and your tongue seeking the heat of my mouth. Opening my lips for your tongue to swirl impatiently around and meeting mine in a duel of lust. My body pressed against the cold porcelain of the tub, so eager am I to receive your passion.
Deepening the kiss, your other hand reaches over the tub to slide a lazy hand up my thigh. Tracing the outline of my leg, circling my knee, letting one finger graze the inside of my thigh, softly. So Softly you tease.
Your finger still caressing my inner thigh, you pull me to more of a sitting position. Your mouth breaking its hold over mine, I feel drugged and suddenly saddened that your mouth is gone. Your mouth on mine is all it takes to wipe out any thoughts in my head. I just want more of your kisses, and more of this achingly tender torture.
I can feel the bubbles sliding down my breasts, playing peek-a-boo with your eyes as they try to devour my nipples. The slight smile on your lips tells me you like seeing me squirming, the soap tickling my skin as it makes its way down my body. I give no thought to stopping their descent on my own, I know you love watching my nipples stiffen and the goose bumps rising on my arms. I have no idea what is coming next, but knowing that your watching me fills me with a sense of satisfaction.
You breathe my name into my ear, whispering, " You are amazing, such beautiful creature. I love your beautiful body, especially the feel of your nipples stiffening under my tongue. Those I moan in response to your erotic words. And you lean down to make your words a reality, to tease my nipples into submission.
There's still no urgency in your touch and this new side of you confuses me. I knew you liked to tease but I never expected this soul branding touch. This devastatingly slow discovery of my body could be my undoing. Your tongue is laving at my nipples, bringing them to swollen wet peaks. My skin stretched tightly now as the swelling increases.
My hands reach up to cradle your head as it moves rapidly between both my nipples. My hands finding purchase in your hair and holding on as your mouth takes me on a sensual journey. Always wanting more of your body loving mine.
One hand reaches down and under me and pulls me by my ass up higher in the water. Pushing my body out of the water in an effort to expose my pussy hiding in the bubbles.
Your hand finding my wetness which begins sliding dangerously low towards my slit. My breath slamming out of me, my body's reaction is violent, almost animal like as I rear up at your touch on my most private parts. Your muffled moan into my nipples vibrates my nerve endings, making the shivers more violent, my nipples growing even stiffer in your mouth.
Your touch becomes even more erotic, teasing me, watching my hips push up to reach your hand. Tracing the outline of my wet sex, drawing little circles in the bubbles left there. Not caring that the bubbles may get in your mouth, you lean down and place a soft kiss on that spot right at my entrance. Your lips meeting mine.
My hips come all the way out of the water now as your lips caress mine sweetly. Kissing my lips apart, spreading them open for your tongue to gain entrance. You slip your tongue only slightly out of your mouth and lightly trace my inner lips. Feeling their swelling, their texture on your tongue, my smell filling your nostrils. Still smelling the fragrance of our sex mingled together on my lips only increases the desire you feel. The desire to see and feel me dripping with satisfaction, to see my lips swell and contract, to see me gripping your face between my thighs.
I can feel your tongue probing my opening, slipping into me, sucking my sweet juice. French kissing my pussy, swirling your tongue around and tasting the essence of me. It's almost too much to bear, this sweet torment, this exploration of my innermost parts.
Feeling my body respond to you immediately, my lips tightening in response, wanting to make this moment last forever. Watching your head moving between my legs, slowly moving my lips further apart. Opening me up to your eyes. I watch you run a finger down the middle of me, over my stomach, following some unseen trail right down to the center of me.
I move restlessly now for more of your touch, and I spread my legs farther apart, draping one over the side of the tub, and lifting the other out of your way. I want nothing to get in the way of what you're doing to me.
It's incredibly erotic watching you explore my pussy, watching you take me over the edge. As if I am only an observer in this erotic dream, I watch as your tongue moves up my parted lips and circles my clit. Testing my reaction to the thousands of sensations coursing through my bloodstream.
Drawing a moan from my open mouth, causing my eyes to flutter closed and my body to shake convulsively. Your hands hold me tightly in place, your tongue not caring that my clit is jumping under its attention. In fact, you want that clit jumping, swelling up, and resting sweetly between your lips.
I can't control my movements anymore, my hips bucking up to reach your mouth, my control slipping with every lap of your tongue. Never letting up on the pressure on my clit, you slip a finger in between the folds of my lips, pushing into my entrance and holding it there. Wanting to give it all to me but holding me in that state of arousal is so much more satisfying to you.
I feel your lips surround my clit, cupping it in between those soft lips and drawing it into your mouth. Sucking and pulling on me now, almost sounding sloppy as we both hear the slurping of your mouth. Squeezing my pussy even tighter as your finger delves deep into my core. Stroking the inner walls of my pussy, my wetness easing the way, your finger finds my g-spot. You can immediately tell by the tensing of my body, the sharp intake of breath, and the even tighter grasp of my pussy around your finger.
Slipping one more finger into me now to prepare my pussy for your cock again. Stroking me up, filling up the wet slickness with your prying fingers. Your tongue never letting up on its assault. Knowing that you have me on the edge, you increase the pace of your mouth, making wild sucking noises as my pussy wets your face. Your fingers imitating your cock, pistoning in and out of me.
You know I am ready, and you give the command that robs me of any control "Cum for me, now, baby, let it go. Coat my fingers with that sweet pussy. You know how much I love this pussy, and the way it feels when you contract around my fingers. Give it to me. Give it to me now"
Your name escapes from my lips as I feel my world shatter. My body shuddering in surrender to the sweet pleasure coursing through me. Your hand positioned to receive all of me, your mouth poised to taste my release. Lapping it all up, smoothing my puckered lips with your soft tongue. Taking in all of me and loving it.
My body still convulsing from my orgasm, I feel you pull away from me. I'm a little startled by your abrupt movements and the sudden loss of your hands holding me up causes water to splash onto the floor.
I look up to see you holding out your hand to me. Your rigid jaw line, the tense position of your shoulders, and your mouth show me the strain you are under. I reach up to grab your hand and feel you hauling me up out of the water, pulling my slick body against yours. I have no time to respond, only to hold on as you pull me towards the counter.
The cold tile of the countertop pressed against my skin makes me gasp, but you pay no attention to that. So involved are you in wrapping your hands around my ass and pulling my ass cheeks apart. Using your body to position mine on the counter. Spreading my legs wide with your hands, opening my pussy once again to you.
Only this time I can see your cock jerking, the skin stretched taut, the blood pumping furiously through you. Swelling even larger under my gaze, pulling up and pushing out, the head pushing the foreskin back. You almost look painfully erect. I want to ease that pain.
My hands reach greedily for you, eager to touch my fill of you yet again. It will never be enough. I stroke the length of your cock in between my hands, cupping it, surrounding you with the heat of my palms. The fingers of one hand sliding down to your base, gripping you tightly there. Bringing my hand up to meet the other one in one fluid stroke, feeling your thickness expand in my hands. I guide you toward my open legs, needing to have you in me as soon as possible.
Your hands push my legs even further apart, stretching my pussy lips open. Your body fits tightly against mine as if you were made for me. I feel your cock bumping the opening of my lips, pressing only the head into me. There's no patience left in you as you thrust your body forward and drive your cock home.
My pussy expands to accommodate you and contracts at the same time. Pulling you in and squeezing you tightly with the muscles of my pussy. Your thickness filling me to capacity. The pleasure too intense for either of us as we rock towards each other.
My orgasm rips a cry from my throat, the words to tell you what you are doing to me, gone in a split second. I feel the growl rumbling up through your chest as your cock explodes in me, over and over again. Your grunts matching the thrust of your hips as you pour out into me.
Later, when you are sleeping and with tears in my eyes, I pack my belongings. Putting away all the toys I had brought along for this adventure. Knowing that to stay is to invite the kind of pain only you can give me, I've realized something I didn't want to know before. That to love this deeply will destroy your soul and that it can't exist outside of this hotel room, or outside our fantasies. The reality was just too harsh.
My heart hardened now, I look back at you sleeping so peacefully in that hotel bed, knowing this will be the last time I will look at you, and the first and only time I will have made love with you. Knowing that in order to protect my heart I should leave now and take all the memories of your love and lock them away. Hide them away and never think to look again or else I might spend the rest of my days remembering…..your touch.
A faint stirring in the bed next to me pulls me from my passion induced stupor. I roll over to see you sitting on the edge of the bed rummaging around on the ground for something. My body is still tingling and recovering from our lovemaking. My nipples are sore and a little bruised from your hands and mouth but it only reminds me of how incredibly passionate you are.
You must have felt my eyes on your back because you notice that I am awake now and lean down to kiss my mouth. Upon the first touch of your mouth to mine both of us realize that it wasn't a dream, that we just spent hours making love to each other.
And now we want more. It will never be enough. The need to touch you, stroke you, and please you has only increased. This slavery to my body's desires is foreign to me, but at the same time I know I can't stop. I have to see this through, I have to know that you had me in every way I've ever wanted because this may be my only chance to experience this absolute abandon. To experience the controlled and measured way you tease me to completion.
I can see the desire in your eyes now and I wonder what you will do to my body now that we are lying here next to each other naked and vulnerable. The shyness is gone now, there is nothing left of me that you won't know about tomorrow morning. My head is filled with the fantasies of control, domination, and yes, even pain. And I can't believe this is really me, that I'm yearning for you to be the master of my sex, for your hands to roughen on me, for your eyes to harden, and for the need to overcome your sense of propriety and fairness. I want you to take me, using my body as a vessel only for your pleasure. And knowing that when you do that, when you take me in a way that is only for you, your pleasure only increases mine.
I watch you walk towards my suitcase and pull out the blindfold and the scarves I packed. The fantasies in my head must have shown through to you because your walking towards me now with the silk scarves threaded your fingers. The blindfold dangling from your pinkie, a mischievous smile on your lips. My mouth goes dry in anticipation and I feel a wetness between my thighs.
You walk around to the end of the bed and come up behind me, your body brushing against mine. I'm feeling your stomach and hips pressed tightly against my ass for the first time and it's an incredible feeling. I'm soft in all the right places and you fit against me like a puzzle piece. Your hardness and warmth is spreading a simmering sensation down my back and pooling in a flow of white heat deep in my core.
The hair on your chest caressing my back is causing little ripples of excitement to flow through me. Your hands cover mine and begin to separate them, pulling them in opposite directions. I feel the distinct silky feel of the scarf touch my fingers and I know. I know what you have in mind now. The knot is slipped over my wrist and pulled taut to the right side, my balance off kilter, I am pulled even tighter against you. You smile at me, and tell me this is how you want me to be, open, wet, and completely at your mercy, of which you have none. You slip the knot around my left wrist and pull it tightly to the left side.
Now I am laying there on my back, my arms spread wide, my breast exposed to your eyes, mouth and touch. I find myself wanting to spread my legs for you too, show you my pussy and how wet I am. I'm secretly thrilled and yet slightly ashamed at how wet I am. As if I am a good girl with very naughty thoughts running through my head and the shame is spurring them on. I look up and see you as you bend down and whisper into my ear, "close your eyes darlin", and slip the blindfold over my head and cover my eyes completely. I can no longer see what you are doing, but I can hear your breathing. You must be close because I can feel the warmth of your breath on my cheek
The moan escaping my mouth is stifled by your lips covering mine. I can feel the walls of my pussy contracting at your words, and the quickening of my breathing only confirms what I already knew deep down. That I like being tied up, like my body being used in this way, like being the object of sexual desire and it's awakening an even more desperate desire that you be the one to break me. That only you can put me up on that perch, build it up to an excruciating fever pitch, and hold me in that state of heightened arousal until I break and beg for my release.
I feel the ties on my hands loosening and I can't stop the disappointment I feel at being freed from my bonds, only to feel you pushing me over onto my stomach, and tying my hands above my head. Your hands are rougher now, a little less patient, as if you are a stranger out to take a woman and don't want any fuss.
The scarves are tight on my wrists and I'm squirming in the bed, my face pushed down into the mattress. I feel your hands gripping my waist and pulling up on me, positioning my ass to your benefit. I moan into the mattress and you know I want your cock in my ass. And somehow that makes you even less willing to give it to me. At least on my terms.
You continue to pull me up until I am on my knees, my ass in the air, and my hands tied tightly to the headrest. I feel your knee between my legs, separating them, pushing them farther apart. I can feel the heat of your gaze on my ass, devouring every last curve, your line of sight leading you down to my swollen pussy lips. Seeing what you are doing to me manifesting itself in the form of wetness leaking out of me.
Your hands reach the swell of my ass and you start to massage my ass cheeks. Preparing them for the onslaught of sexual desire you are about to unleash on me. There is no tenderness in your touch this time, no, this time, it's raw lust driving you. Your finger dips into my pussy and swirls the juice around and around, wetting your finger thoroughly. Dragging it back up my slit to my ass, you wet my asshole with our cum. I can't help but to respond to your touch and my ass is moving in little circles, trying to get more of your touch, feeling your fingers rubbing my tight hole, knowing your cock is only inches away.
One hand reaches up to my head and you pull me by my hair until my back is arched, baring my ass to you even more. I feel the head of your cock at the entrance to my ass and because I am tied, and because your hand is holding my hair I can't move away from you. Your grip tightens on my hair and at the same time I can feel your cock head pressing into my ass. I try to move back against you, to feel more of you filling up my ass but you don't like that and slap my ass hard. I cry out and my ass tightens, which is what you wanted in the first place.
I tighten up my ass again and pull more of your cock into me. It is so tight and it hurts, but in a way that makes me want to push my ass back against you even more. I'm greedy when it comes to you and I want that cock deep inside me. I can feel the tautness of your leg muscles against the backs of my thighs as you push more of your cock into me. I imagine what you are seeing and it makes me squirm a little in embarrassment. Your hard cock pushing into my tight asshole, stretching it out, making it open for you.
Our bodies are almost even now, your cock almost all the way in to the hilt of me. Your hand is at the top of my waist and pushing down, straightening my body to accept all of you. Your other hand now pulling on my nipples, alternating between both of them, never letting them get soft. Always wanting my nipples hard and my pussy soft and wet. I feel you sheath yourself in my ass all the way now and I moan in pleasure, oh god, you are so hard and long.
You begin to work your cock even deeper into me, letting me know how much you are enjoying this. There is literally a wet spot on the bed beneath me and yet you haven't even touched my pussy. This is what you do to me, drive all thoughts of anything else out of my head until I can only think about the pleasure you are about to give me.
I want to fuck you now with my ass and I think you will let me. I start to move my ass back against you, my hips arching up and down in an effort to rub your cock all over the inside of my ass. Arching up to receive your every thrust, your stroking almost languid at this point. You have me where you want me, why rush things.
Your every movement causes my pussy to tighten up and ache for your touch. My body is so taut right now and I know that if you were to touch my pussy I would cum immediately. But you won't touch my pussy right now, you want me begging for your touch, you want to see the wetness dripping out of me and you want to know its all because of you.
You push into me again and hold it there, just letting me feel you grow even larger. My ass squeezing down on you, working the length of you, using my muscles to massage the whole of your cock. I want your stroking now, the deepening of your thrusts, to fill me over and over again. The ties pulling on my hands now I'm straining to receive more of you, pushing my body into you, matching your every movement. Showing you I want more, that I'll take everything you can give me.
I can feel you cock thickening now, and I know you're going to cum inside my ass. I wish I could see your cock jerking, spilling your seed over my ass, marking it as yours. Oh yes, I love that, love knowing I can do this to you. Knowing that it isn't over, not even close.
Your shout of pleasure fills my ears and I feel myself contracting in response, my pussy squeezing down on the parts of your cock I can feel through the walls of my pussy. My breathless gasp and the tightening of my body telling you what pleasure you are giving me. Exhausted, I feel you collapse against my back, sliding your hands down my body and holding me up as I start to come down.
Later you whisper into my ear, "This is all I have to give, luv. I'll never lie to you or hurt you if I can avoid it……but I can't love you."
Can I really end it like that?? Should I continue??
Upon arriving in your hometown, I am a little frazzled and so scared to see you but at the same time very excited. I didn't tell you I was coming so I know you won't be there at the airport. For some reason planning it out with you made me so nervous that I couldn't go through with it. So I backed out the first time but I am here now. I am so ready to make this a reality. The desire I feel for you is so strong that I can't ignore it any longer.
I make my way to the baggage claim and collect my things and get a cab to my hotel. I want to rest a little before I see you. Knowing I will call you as soon as I get there. I don't want to waste a moment that I have with you.
I reach you at work and let you know where I am. You are very surprised but I can hear the desire in your voice. We make plans for you to come to my hotel after you get off work.
Now I am a nervous wreck, I keep telling myself everything will be ok, we're friends and above all the desire we still have that. But it's not working.
I take a shower and begin to get ready for you. I've brought so many different sets of lingerie and things I've worn in the past because I want you to see me in the things I've told you about. That's important to me. Making all those nights of fantasy a reality. I know we can do that to each other.
I've brought other things as well. And Oh My God the thoughts that raced through my head as I was packing for this trip. I'm putting in scarves, a paddle, a feather, oils, and a blindfold in my suitcase and I'm wondering if your going to think I'm a sex fiend. But I want them in there. It makes me feel like a seductress out to seduce you and use your body for my pleasure. But because in reality I really want you to tie me up and take me. The control you exercise over me excites me and my body becomes open to your every word. My nipples stiffen just thinking about tonight. I squirm a little in my chair just thinking about the first time you touch me.
I finally decide on what to wear for our first meeting. I'm wearing a long black skirt that has a slit up one side. It's not too long of a slit so I don't look too slutty just classy and sexy. I've decided to wear a low cut shirt because I want to show you my breasts. I want to show them off to you. I want to feel my nipples stiffen under your gaze and I want you to see them when it happens. I've left my hair down and made sure I put my sexiest lipstick on. I want to look beautiful for you.
Well, five more minutes to go until you get here. I've managed to work myself up into a frenzy. I can't seem to sit still, it's like all the restlessness I've felt in the last year has intensified to a boiling point. And 'm scared of falling into you. I'm scared of the passion you evoke in me, the wild abandon, the complete lack of inhibition I feel when your whispering in my ear.
What does that kind of passion do to one's soul? Will I lose all thoughts of decorum and fly free and will it feel good or will I be scared? Somehow I just feel safe with you. Safe to show you every dirty nasty thought in my head. Free to taste you, touch you, stroke you, and make your body mine.
A knock sounds at the door, it must be time. I give myself a quick glance in the mirror only to see the passion filled thoughts running through my mind reflected in my eyes. I run to the door and open it to see you standing there. It's really you. I very shyly say hi to you and ask you to come in.
I can't stop looking at you, I've waited so long to see your eyes, your mouth, your hands, your beautiful smile. You are staring back at me as well, your eyes raking over my body and back to my face. I want to fly into your arms but I am shy and unsure of what to do.
You reach out a hand to me and our fingers touch for the first time and I hear your voice saying "Hello". The desire is evident in your voice. Reaching out my other hand to stroke your cheek you catch it midway there and pull me into you. Your arms wrap around me so tight and I push myself as close to you as possible. You feel so good against my body. No words are needed.
This is what we have been waiting for, this moment when there are no barriers between us. When we are free to touch and taste and smell and act on the desires that have been in our hearts for a long time. Our mouths meet and I feel your lips brush mine softly, then more insistently. Your mouth is everything I've always dreamed of and more. We fit like a hand in a glove.
The what ifs vanish immediately, and in its place I'm left with only the desire I've felt for you for so long. And it's strange because I didn't think it was possible for the desire to grow any stronger but it is. It's growing with every kiss of your soft lips, with the stroking of your hands down my back and over my hips. With the possessive way your hands are claiming my body.
I know this is going to change me in a way I've never known before. I can't seem to stop touching you, my hands are stroking and feeling every part of you I can reach, always wanting more. You lick my lips very softly with the tip of your tongue and I feel a jolt slide right down my body and straight to the core of me.
You smile into my mouth and whisper that you know what that just did to me and that that's just the beginning. That before this night is over I will know who my body belongs to and that it is all for you. Your words only serve to stoke to fire already building deep inside me.
Our tongues meet in a melting of passion; building, stroking, and teasing with promises of what was to come. My breasts are pressed tightly against your chest, the nipples stiff and swollen, aching for your touch. The desire is too strong now, and neither of us are willing to wait.
I feel your hands pushing my shirt up, your fingers seeking the top of my bra to push it down, too impatient to unhook it in the back. Too anxious to touch the flesh hidden there to wait for it to come all the way off and I don't care. I know that I have to have your hands on me right now, your mouth, your body touching mine. Nothing else matters except exposing my body to your gaze, to your hands, to your cock.
I want you to look at my nipples and watch them get hard, then stroke them and pinch them until they are even stiffer. Because I know that every time you do that, my pussy contracts even tighter and I feel slicker with every pinch.
And I want my pussy slick for you. I want your fingers to slide over my swollen lips. My hands are seeking the skin under your shirt, pushing it up and over your head. I want to feel my stiff nipples pressed against your chest.
My God, I can't believe this is really happening. You are here and we are finally touching each other in a way we had only dreamed about before. I gasp when I feel your chest pressed against mine. Your body feels so right, so perfectly suited to mine. I want to stroke your arms and chest, feel the way the hair moves when I run my fingers over you. I want to press my face against your chest and neck, kiss you in the crook of your neck.
I want to smell you, the essence of you that has haunted my dreams. The reality only serving to push me even closer to the edge. Your essence fills my soul, and torments my mind with thoughts of pleasure so far beyond the scope of what I had imagined.
Now I know how far I will come to be your sexual slave, what I will do in order to receive your body into mine, and that the passion locked deep inside me will never be hidden again. That somehow the key lies within me, but that I needed you to show me where it was.
Seeing the passion in your eyes and hearing it in your voice, oh god, that sweet sexy voice of yours, my body is responding in a way that it never has. I notice that my hips are gyrating against yours, and I am straining to be closer to you. My breathing is shallow and fast. I can't move my eyes away from your face, and seeing the strain around your mouth I know that you are desperately trying to hold yourself back.
I can feel your cock pressed up against my tummy. You are so hard. It's like my body is on automatic, I have no thought process only the needs of my body dictating the actions of my hands. Fumbling at the opening of your pants, I try to pull them open but my hands are shaking.
Your hands cover mine and guide me to the opening. I unhook the button and unzip them slowly, sliding my hands down the sides of your hips, feeling your hips moving in anticipation. I trace the skin around the band of your briefs, feel your warmth, feel your body shake as you suck in a sharp breath. Oh, how I want you, I don't know how much longer I can wait. And yet I don't want to stop my fingers from exploring every inch of your body.
I can feel your restlessness now, and your hands are moving my skirt down my thighs. Slowly enough though that I can feel every nerve ending screaming with desire, my legs quivering and my thighs pressing tightly together as if to somehow ease the pressure in between my legs, but only succeeding in increasing the swelling of my sex.
We are both standing there panting, wearing nothing but briefs for you and a bra and a thong for me. Your hands reach around me and stroke my hips, then caress my waist, moving slowly down towards my ass. I feel your hands cupping my ass now and urging me towards you again. Your fingers sliding in and out of the band on my thong, pulling on it, moving it aside, and moving your hand down to cup the center of my ass. Parting my ass cheeks slightly and stroking a single finger down my ass and towards my pussy.
This is what I knew was between us, this all consuming desire and raw need. I can feel myself straining to reach your finger, like a cat would to continue the petting. My breasts thrust forward, my back arched, and my ass pushing out, all in an effort to continue to receive your stroking. Your hands move down now to my thighs and continue their exploration. My legs seem to open on their own and I push my hips against you.
My pussy is swollen and wet now and you know that your teasing will only get me wetter. You tug ever so slightly on my thong and start to pull it up between my lips, making my lips frame it, making the juice from my pussy wet the front of it. Your hand is moving the thong up and down to make sure you rub it against my clit. And oh how hard my clit is, every time I brush against you I can feel my clit engorge even more.
I can see your cock jerking and I rush to free you from the confines of your briefs. Sliding my hands in the sides of them and slowly working them off of your hips. Seeing your cock jump out at me and the blood pulsating wildly through your veins. I let my fingers stroke over you, feel your cock spring up to my touch. I wrap my hand around you and feel your girth and the length of you in my warm hand. My other hand busy stroking your balls and feeling your thighs. Your testicles feel tight in my hand, begging for release.
I turn to your mouth and taste you while my hands stroke you. Your kisses are so sweet and the feel of your tongue in my mouth, stroking my tongue, making my mouth yours, only makes my fingers move faster.
Oh, you feel so good in my hands, with your tongue stroking my mouth, doing to my mouth what your cock is going to do to my pussy. It's almost too much to take. I find myself wanting to spread my legs for you and take your cock now. Wanting to show myself to you, let your tongue wander over me. But I want to tease you too, because when your cock enters me for the first time I want to know that I have felt you and tasted you and teased you so much that that first time you come inside me you will have lost all control. I will accept nothing less.
I need to taste your cock now, I've been waiting too long to feel the ridge of your head rub against my mouth. I move down to my knees and kneel in front of you and just look up at your body. I see your eyes glazed over now and your mouth swollen from our kisses. Your nipples stiff, and your body strung like a bow in anticipation.
You are ready for me, I can see the glistening at the tip of your cock. I reach out my tongue and slowly taste your cock for the first time. You are rock hard against my soft tongue and the juice coming out of you tastes so good that I want more. I swirl my tongue over the head of you and just feel the ridge of your cock, my tongue pushing down your shaft. I want to lap at you, letting the sensation rush over my tongue over and over again. Feel the little hole at the top and push my tongue slightly into it. I settle my mouth over the head of you and draw you into my mouth.
Where once your tongue was now your cock is filling my mouth. My teeth scraping ever so gently over you. Sucking only the head of you into my mouth. Filling my mouth with the taste of you, the feel of you, oh, how I've waited for this moment. I begin to draw more of you into my mouth, feeling your thickness swell even more as I move down the length of you. I want to feel you in the back of my throat, pulsating and grinding into me.
Your hands moving my head now, showing me how you want your cock sucked. Pushing your cock even deeper and fucking my mouth in a slow rhythmic motion. Rocking in to the back of my throat and slowly rocking back out while my lips stroke every inch of you.
I would never have believed what I looked like at that moment, making love to your cock with a wild abandon I had never known before. Whereas before I would have been embarrassed now somehow seeing myself through your eyes I saw this as my right, I was entitled to touch you, to caress you, to make you mine.
I can feel the pressure building in your cock now, and I know that if I continue to suck on you this way you will release your cum deep into my mouth. I want that. I want to hear my name on your lips as your cock jerks and spills into me and because of me and for me. I want to feel the thickness of your cum sliding into my throat.
I'm so absorbed in what I'm doing that I don't realize your hands are pulling on me, pulling me up to your mouth. My body slides up yours, rubbing all of my soft skin against you.
My mouth is filled with your taste and as your tongue thrusts into me. I can literally feel my wetness against my thighs now, they have grown so slick with my pussy juices. Your hand finds my lips and starts to part them. I am eager to accommodate you. I part my legs and push myself forward towards you. When your finger grazes my clit my body shakes and it is only a matter of time before you have me in the same situation you are in.
You push me down onto the bed and continue your torturously slow stroking of my clit. Almost seeming to make it dance in response to your touch. I can feel it swelling and rising, aching with need and lust. My pussy lips slick with desire and your other hand stroking my lips open. Sliding one finger down my slit and feeling how ready I am for you.
Your finger is moving into my pussy now, teasing the entrance, probing the tight hole. You can feel my pussy contracting now, pulling your finger even deeper. This is where I want your cock. I want your finger to feel what I can do with my pussy, squeezing it tight, pulsating around it, my hips thrusting upward to get more of you inside me. You move your body on top of me and I feel all of you pressed tightly against me. But your hands never stop, never stop caressing, touching, teasing, pushing me over the edge.
I reach down and feel your cock pressing up against me. You are right at the entrance of my pussy. One little move on either of our parts and you could be deep inside me, but we are content to let it build. To let your cock rest up in between my pussy lips and feel me contract around you while you jerk against my lips.
Both of us humping against each other, never letting the pressure ease up. Never losing contact with each other. My breasts mashed tightly against your chest, you begin to push into my mouth with your tongue, our mouths mating. Imitating our bodies. I feel the pressure of your cock increasing and my lips part to admit you entrance into my pussy.
We are rocking towards each other, both wanting more and yet only wanting to feel the head of your cock in me. Working just the head and the space you can reach with it, my hips moving in circles, straining to match your movements. I squeeze my pussy tightly and just feel your cock, the thickness of it, the veins pulsing, how rock hard you are.
I want more and start to push more of my pussy against you. You oblige me and start to push more of your thick cock into me and we meet in the middle. I can feel your cock filling me, sliding deeper into my pussy, touching every part of me. Never neglecting any portion of my pussy, you move your cock around in tight little circles, almost like drilling yourself deeper into me. Forcing my pussy to accept even more of your thick cock.
I feel your hand on my clit and you begin pulling on my pussy, pulling it up, exposing my clit, rubbing little circles around it. All the while your cock is moving even deeper into me, I tighten up and can feel every inch of you. You finish it off and thrust all the way as deep into my pussy as you can go.
I can't say we're having a slow deep fuck, but I do know that you are deep inside me and moving in a very rhythmic way. There is not one part of me that is not exposed to you now and I like it that way. I like knowing my body is yours, that just one word, one look, one touch, is all it takes to make me want you.
My legs are wrapping around your waist, bringing your body even deeper into me, my back is arched and my hips are thrusting wildly against you. I can't get enough of you. I feel my pussy tightening up even more and I know I'm going to cum all over your cock. I want to coat you, I want to feel your cock in response to my orgasm.
Oh yes, I'm crying out your name now, feeling all the passion and excitement build to a boiling point, your whispering in my ear how much you love my pussy, how you love my ass, how you want to fuck me over and over again.
Telling me to cum for you, telling me how much you want me, how this pussy was made for you. And oh god you are right, it is your pussy, your ass, I have only to look up into your eyes and see your orgasm building there to let go, to let my pussy explode with all the pent up passion I have for you.
Feeling your cock answering my pussies call, you start to moan and your breathing becomes even harsher, your cock gets so hard right then, right before you explode it feels like I'm going to impale myself on you. Your cock is jerking inside of me now, filling me up with your cum, I'm squeezing it all out of you as fast as I can. Wanting my pussy to be dripping with our cum. And succeeding.
Later, when I think you are sleeping I whisper in your ear, this is how much I want you, this is how much I need you, and this is how I always will be if you'd only let me….love.
The day fades into extinction and cold darkness resumes it's claim on the sleeping city. A brisk, steely October wind whips through the brittle leaves in the trees, making shadows jump and dance on the bedroom wall. On an antique four-poster bed, bathed in the moonlight, lies a young woman. She has been stripped naked, her limbs stretched taut and bound to each post with black silk. Her long brown hair spills outward onto the pillows around her. She is in a deep but restless sleep, drugged by her abductor and left alone as a simple offering for His coming.
The heavy curtains shudder slightly, then become still again. A cool mist creeps into the room, wafting through an open window and flowing like a heavy fog along the hardwood floor. The sleeping woman becomes restless. Tendrils of the gray fog wrap around the four-poster bed. The woman moans quietly as it creeps over the satin sheets and embraces her naked flesh with its soft caresses. She begins to squirm slowly, seductively wriggling her body as she alternately pulls on the silk bindings constraining her arms, and then her legs, only allowing the captive a certain freedom of movement, while forcing her to remain hopelessly spread-eagled on the bed.
Then the mist pulls away, as quickly as it had entered. The floor creaks, and in the far corner of the room the dark shape of a man appears. He stands motionless, while taking in his surroundings. He is a remote, majestic figure, shrouded in a long black cloak hanging loosely off his broad shoulders. His black hair swept straight back, and his unblinking eyes sparkle with life. Moving toward the dresser, he passes one hand over an unlit candle and it sparks to life. The candlelight seems to flow through his body and there is no reflection of him in the dresser mirror.
The dark figure glides silently across the room and stops at the foot of the bed. The young woman cries out softly, knowingly. She is aware of his presence, even in the depths of her slumber. He studies her form -- the soft swells of her young breasts, the blush in her cheeks, the hair splayed out on the pillow. She is warm and so, so full of life. He has chosen well with this one. His hard eyes draw downward to the neatly trimmed mound between her open legs. Two desires began to burn within him, one ancient, the other ageless.
He raises his arms and allows the cloak to fall behind his shoulders. He is completely nude. His body is lean but not sparse, his muscles are powerful yet sensual. Taking a deep breath, he slowly rises from the floor. The young woman's breathing becomes irregular, gasping as if she were trying to wake herself up. The black cloak flutters wildly behind him as he glides like a feather over the bed, their bodies almost touching, his long shaft fully erect. The woman turns her head from side to side, her wrists twisting helplessly within the silk bindings that imprison them. He gazes into her eyes, and presently she grows calm, her fears chased away and replaced with deadened sleep. And something else -- a longing that has been buried deep within the darkest recesses of her soul. He slides his hand across her breasts, she shivers from his ice-cold touch, her nipples become taut and erect. He lowers himself upon her, relishing the warmth of her young body. She beckons him with a hot sigh. The wind outside howls like someone screaming in pain, the curtains in the window snap violently, but the woman is unaware, lost in her own dreams. Her full lips part in a smile. In her mind's eye, she is in the arms of a magnificent warrior in glittering armor and burgundy robes, the man he once was, so many centuries ago, before his Becoming.
Slowly he takes possession of her, nibbling the soft flesh at the base of her breasts, kissing the smooth contours of her ribs, before dropping gracefully into the opening between her legs. Taking a firm grip on her hips, he rolls his long tongue into a stiff round appendage and penetrates her with it. Her squirming increases in intensity as he continues his assault on her wet dripping folds. Then he stops, and gazes down at the soft muscles of her inner thigh, eyes fixed, as though he were in a trance. He bares his fangs for the first time. In less than a moment, he quickly moves and bites down hard into her thigh. The young woman cries out and writhes helplessly on the bed. Blood trickles, his eyes glow as he indulges in her taste, then he releases her.
His tongue travels up her breast, then up her neck and to her mouth. She looks deeply into his eyes for the first time, seeing nothing but the fire within them. His fangs extended, their tongues dance and she tastes her own salty blood on him. Tracing the contours of her body with his hands, he kisses her, then with one quick thrust, forces himself inside her. The woman cries out passionately, struggling weakly with her bondage, not in an effort to escape the intrusion, but only with the desire to embrace her lover. He works his massive organ deep within, jerking her body back and forth. She rubs her thighs against his and pushes her breasts up to him invitingly. He reaches up to touch her soft neck in a gentle caress. Leaning closely, he puts his lips against the warm, inviting flesh. His cold breath excites her and she rolls her head to accommodate him. The woman's thoughts cry out to him. Take me, she cries! He stares directly into her eyes, full of terror and desire, his fingers wrapped around her throat as he answers...
You are already mine.
Then he hisses and sinks his long fangs into her soft, pulsing neck. A low moan escapes her lips. He drinks hungrily, feeling the woman struggle silently beneath him, her eyes begging for release as he slowly drains the life out of her body. A thin line of blood trickles down from his mouth and falls in tiny droplets onto the satin sheet. For a few moments the woman fights against, and for his powerful grasp, then relaxes, her heart beats once... twice and then remains still.
He lifts his head from her swollen neck and continues to pump his cock deeper and deeper into her limp, lifeless body, violating her even after death. He presses his chest against her still-erect nipples and feels the warmth in her slipping away. Then one final trust until the earthly need within him is satisfied.
He slowly rises and unties the silk bindings from the young woman's wrists and ankles, looking down with pity at the body sprawled on the bed like an unwanted rag doll that has been tossed aside. Her pale eyes look up at him as if begging to take her with him. He stands back, and holds the dead woman's gaze for another long moment, then disappears into the mist as it slides out of the room
THIS COLLABORATION WAS DONE BY; LISA AND ZELLE For their a-MUSE-ment
*Muses have permission to 'BLOG-DICK' at will*
She followed His rules and did as told Dressed to thrill, and to be controlled She looked in the mirror, saw this deduction She's primed and ready for His seduction Body ready to reap the rewards it'd be sewing Half her excitement was surely in the not knowing
She stepped into the His limo with legs so long Feeling beads inside her press against her thong They say anticipation can fuel an intense fire It had to be so, she was fucking filled with desire She knows he'll awaken His "Baby", His ingenue Never thought Le Bistro's entre' was her on menu
His courtesan submissive walked in, head held high Yes it was Him only, whom she wanted dominated by His eyes gave her the once over, from head to toe Pleased he was, as he handed her the red bordeaux "Look at you my Pet, a vision of submissive beauty Taking total control of you will be my fiduciary duty"
At the table he whispered spread your legs my Pet I've a need to fondle you, as I want you hot and wet Conversation, probing, and sipping His scotch neat Were all He needed to prime her for the playroom suite Once inside his haven, he slammed her against the wall A test by her Dom, to see if she'd meet his margin call
Just as fast as the door shut, he'd spun her around He spread her legs wide, and cupped her mound She let out a gasp, he said "Pet you're mine now" Before the night is over, to me is whom you'll bow The blindfold went on and her senses high alert To the best of her knowledge, she was to be desert
Arms up my Pet, while I strip you of these fine clothes He slapped her ass twice, and said, "there's your rose" Turning her swiftly once more, placing each wrist in a cuff You'll do as I say my pretty, until I've had just enough Lifting that chin up, running two fingers over her full lips A fuckable mouth said he, her mind raced in her total eclipse
Kisses were met lightly, then bodies pressed in with passion Taking her would be sweet, and he'd do it in high fashion Biting her neck, cupping breasts and pinching each nipple Knees buckled as fingers entered, up her spine went a ripple "You're wet, you please me, the inner beast you've brought out Just want you to know, that you'll be rewarded without doubt"
Whips and chains, Leather and lace Tied to a bed, blindfold in place. Cold and wet, it must be ice Around one nipple, then the other one twice. Gentle kisses on lips and neck Excitement building, I'm becoming wet. My nipples erect from the wet and cold Beg to be sucked by lips so bold.
My mind is racing, what will he do? What pleasurable things, will I do to you? With my legs spread wide and tied to stay that way Down at my wet pussy something's at play. In velvet darkness your presence felt, Flowing fingers and on knees you knelt. You breathe upon my naked skin Wet and juicy, pumping adrenaline.
I feel a tongue it's gently probing And your hands you are disrobing From top to toe you stoke and kiss No wet places do your fingers miss, Deep inside I feel you, grasp you On hardened nipples, warm breath you blew.
You took me like I told you to, Surprising, playing, something new, Stirring feelings I've been craving, It's my body you're enslaving. Now your tongue slowly licks Mapping my body to my clit.
I strain and buck with want and need "Fuck me, take me please", I plead.
Then all of a sudden; you seem to quit Withdrawing the thing, in my wet slit. You have me so hot I'm about to boil Then your hands are on me and they're covered with oil. All over my body you massage everywhere Is that cherries I smell in the air?
I feel your hand at my chin You open my mouth and slide your tongue in. Given to me is a passionate kiss My body responds, in joyful bliss. After the kiss you gently blow All over my body I feel a glow.
A warming sensation from lips to thighs Your driving me crazy I softly cry. Now you lift me at my waist Under my ass, a pillow you place Upside down, sweet lips touch mine Down my body, a sixty-nine,
I writhe in pleasure, taste your cock, In my mouth you gently dock, Your tongue meets clit, you suck and bite Your fingers in, oh god, how tight. Immediately I feel… your fingers explore My wet hot pussy, God I want more.
Sliding in one, then two, then three Your fingers slowly fucking me The more they pump the wetter I get Your mouth is sucking my willing clit. Then without warning I start to cum You withdraw your fingers and insert your tongue. As I cum I sigh and moan You lick my pussy and I gently groan
My head goes light, from such a rush. I lay there shaking..almost crushed Suddenly, your lips on mine, a scream escapes Across my skin your fingers scrape "God yes!" I scream as you take me in Then I yell, "I'm cumming again"
Now you're bucking, fucking hard back to me Wave after wave, were in ecstasy. Now I feel your hard cock swell I'm cumming too, I hear you yell.
Tightening the muscles in my pussy tight I cum so hard, I see the light. You move the blindfold with your teeth And then my wrists you then release.
wanted
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loved
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