Dont Fall in Love with me.....just fuck me!
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Publié :2/5/2009 4h18
Dernière mise à jour :11/5/2009 21h47 1830 vues
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Before you read this....know that I am aware the punctuation is off. I don't care, this is not meant to be like one of my normal poems or stories. This is meant to be nothing more then an expression of raw passionate need...and besides, it's time yet again to knock some socks off the minds that think they know what lingers inside this lil mind. Enjoy.
Please, don�t fall in love with me.
I just want you to fuck me.
I don�t want tender words.
Leading up to soft kisses.
Touches that flutter across my flesh, nibbling
explorations of my body.
All I want is for you to fuck me.
Fuck me,
Grab me,
Bite me,
Throw me up against the wall,
Down on the floor,
Bend me over,
Stand me up,
Slide me down,
Twist me,
Fold me,
Fuck me!
I want you
In my mouth,
My cunt,
My ass.
I want you to touch
Every piece of me
With your
Tongue,
Hands,
Fingers,
Eyes,
Breath,
Body.
I want your cock
Rubbed,
Pinched,
Slapped,
Shoved,
across, around and through me.
I want you
To fill me,
Empty me,
Plunge me,
Pound me,
Pluck me.
No!
Fuck me!
Don�t fall in love with me or tell me I am beautiful.
Fuck me till I can�t see myself.
I don�t care what you think or feel.
Don�t tell me that you�ll always be there.
Bleed me, knead me; but don�t ever need me.
I will not be anything but what we are between these sheets in this heat we create.
As we make the kind of love that knows nothing but lust and hunger.
Knows nothing about neither commitment nor compromise.
I promise not to call you in the morning just so long as you fuck me.
Fuck me for hours the way new lovers do.
Like we're still learning the ins and outs.
The rhythms and rhymes with no reason.
All I want...
Is to suck you
Your tongue,
Your lips,
Your ears,
Your fingers,
Your nipples,
Your balls,
Your cock.
I want to drink you in
Like you drink me in.
Don�t try to impress me with your skills.
Undress me with your need,
Repress me with your thirst,
Express me with your moans.
Fuck that.
Just fuck me!
Treat me like
Your slut,
Your bitch,
Your whore,
Your Goddess,
Your Queen,
Pimp my body with yours.
Sell my soul to your hell.
Sin with me then redeem me with your sweat.
Cleanse me with your tongue.
Baptize me in your cum.
My God! How you fuck me!
Leave me hurting in the morning aching and unable to walk without feeling the memory of you
trembling between my thighs.
Leave your mark on me in bruises and scratches.
Tattoo me with your lust as you fuck me.
I want you to bury into me.
Drown me as you go down on me.
Slam yourself so deep that we both are
gasping for air between thrusts and clutch.
I don�t want you to make me comfortable or content, coupled to you tomorrow.
I want you to complicate me with implications of ejaculations, speculations of salvation.
Until there�s only you and me.
Fulfilled and fulfilling every desire as we fornicate.
Fornicate?
Fuck that.
Just fuck me.
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Looking into Yourself
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Publié :2/5/2009 3h56
Dernière mise à jour :9/5/2009 2h39 1485 vues
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Have you stared
At the timetable of love
Until the digits disappear?
Have you known
The unknown
From a glance?
Have you been a pilgrim
Traveling backwards
Toward your sacred heart?
And have you kissed
The thought
Of a kiss?
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My thoughts for an early morning
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Publié :2/5/2009 3h02
Dernière mise à jour :3/5/2009 4h05 2008 vues
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As usual, please forgive me if I ramble, I have a lot of thoughts about this topic, and some of them are not as coherent as I would like.
Over the past few weeks, I have been through an incredible period of growth, emotionally. It has been one of the hardest times of my life. I have hurt, and been hurt, I have cried and made others cry. One thing has gotten me through this, and it is simply love. Love. Such a small word, so easy to write, so easy to roll off the tongue, but stop and think a moment. Love is the most powerful feeling in the world. It has the ability to take our breath away, it has the power to make me weak, it has the power to reduce me to a quivering wreck. It is glorious, it is honest, and sometimes love...just simply...is.
From talking with someone who I have great respect for, through listening to him, from opening up to some of the hardest lessons I have EVER learned, I have realized that I have the ability to love with my whole being. With every single ounce of my strength, and more importantly to understand that love is not the same for everyone.
I had always believed that love was not for me. Point blank refusal to even go there. No way, no how, not ever. Nada, Nix, Nunca. Never.
I had always held the belief that relationships were based on greed, having your cake and eating it, and then some. Lust was a way to fuck as many people as possible, building a harem, a following of worshippers. Yah, kinda dumb really, but it is how I was brought up. My parents have been happily married, monogamously for over 37 years.
I had my eyes opened, I listened, I learned. I grew.
I am not saying that I would be happy with just anyone in a elationship. It would take a great deal of care, nurturing and discussion. But what I did realize, is that true love, is based on love. It is based on fulfillment, it is based on happiness.
Simple.
The main stumbling block for me was that I was positive that I would always feel second best, always be the one hanging around waiting for those special few moments. The feelings that I was not enough would overwhelm me.
Things change, and people change. As I said, I have grown incredibly. I no longer feel that I am not enough, I no longer feel that I am not worthy of being loved, and I no longer feel that i am ugly inside and out. I know i am loved, cared for, and cherished. And I know I am beautiful.
Those simple realizations have brought me more peace than I have felt in years.
So as I continue to grow, to experience things, to learn more about life, and love...all I can say, is that love is many different things to different people.
Sometimes love simply is......
Yes, I have always been gun shy on love, my fears could never allow and I was happy in life being just me, it was safer that way too. So here I am, placing my heart out and what a whirlwind it shall be!!!
Now I know a certain few will question this and my thoughts, so please feel free. We all know I love a great mental challenge!
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Your best Birthday Wishes?
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Publié :1/5/2009 3h57
Dernière mise à jour :3/5/2009 4h11 1788 vues
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I was just sitting here pondering what the best birthday gift in the world has been to me? I have a pretty good idea.........to know someone cared enough to look for hours on google earth just to find my house with the details I had given, to call locations upon locations with every detail given just to track me down so flowers could be delivered on the crack of midnight, or possibly the gift of smiles as promised....
The again, could it be the birthday kiss sought ofter so intently? Tell me your ideas.....if you could offer anything, what would it be? Would it be a simple gift, a simple smile, a plan or idea on what you felt was most important?
Please feel free to share, I love the minds of others and thoughts of many. Now I am off to over indulge myself in a bit of cream and berries to celebrate.......*licks lips*
OMG OMG OMG....I have a birthday update!!!!! What an amazing day it has been....a certain someone sent me a wonderful surprise for my special day! That shammy never ceases to amaze me!! Thank you soooo much hun....my back seat of my car is FULL of flowers. The most beautiful, red long stem roses....18 beautiful, peeking open, and giant vase full of daisies with the cutest teddy bear.....just because and a beautiful assortment of colorful flowers! What a way to make a girl smile for her day! Thank you so much sweetie.......my smile is glowing for all to see! Now I just need to have someone help me get them back in the car lol He surely wasn't kidding when the delivery man told me, no you will want to bring the car
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Gracies
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Publié :30/4/2009 15h22
Dernière mise à jour :3/5/2009 4h12 1640 vues
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Ok, i know allllllll of you must be wondering where Gracie has been since I haven't been on much in the past bit of time. Some may know about the accident with my niece Gabby and the tough time that has came along with it. Well I stopped in to give everyone a quick update and share my joy!!
Ok, in short, I am back in NY for a cpl of days, well was actually on the road heading back to Boston after a quick "back to the office to take care of swine flu" trip, and got word my grams was not well and heading back to the hospital. So a quite u-turn later, I was back to NY!! Oh now don't panic, grams seems to be doing ok and is in lock-down in the hospital for observation under a tight Gracie watch.
So back to my lil Gabby, OMG................are you sitting for this one???????
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Ok, I shall assume you are in the sitting position! My sister paged me earlier and when I returned the call, she notified me that Gabby was coming out of her coma AND tolerating it!!!!
It's ok, everyone can jump for joy with me....come'on....try it bra-less too!! *laffffs* ok FOCUS JACK!
So here I am, the eve of the day the world was blessed with my birth wondering what is it I want the most, and I think it's a travel to the trees. So, I think I should go for it, whatcha think?
ok, ok ok....I must thank everyone so much for the support, the phone calls, the text messages. It has meant so much to have such close ppl and such wonderful friendships during my "melt-downs", my tears, my struggles. My words could never speak the emotion that I show behind its thought. Honestly, this moment, in time, where I can feel my butterflies fluttering inside and my inner self squealing in excitement has allowed me to grow as a person. Thank you thank you THANK YOU!
And in this situation, I have made my concrete decision, I am going to def volunteer my summer at the children's hospice. Now I just need to do a bit more research into finding the perfect place for such a person like Gracie. So I will spend the summer working on my "Life List" as posted earlier in my blogs. Life has so much to offer and I shall embrace it every step of the way and to spend my time teaching the lil ones at the hospice how to paint and deliver that perfect gift to each family knowing the love and happiness it shall bring for many years to come.
Ok, enough of my rambling...sheshh I am beginning to sound like the voice mails I leave. WAIT!!!! Does passion have an option #4 like verizon which allows me to extend my message past the usual 3 minutes and 56 seconds????
Muahsssss All!!! Don't forget to enjoy the fresh colors of the spring daffodils and tulips starting to pop into life!!
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Finallly a decision for my
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Publié :25/4/2009 6h03
Dernière mise à jour :3/5/2009 4h20 1935 vues
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I have decided that it was time to give something back. I have had so much wonderful support and help during the last few weeks. I have decided I wanted to do some volunteer work at a children's hospice when my schedule allows this summer.
I am not going to be brave about things. I admit that I will find it very hard to see some of the children. But I soon will move past the fact that a lot of them are terminally ill. I want to spend some time reading to them, enjoying the light sensory room with the little ones. While here with my niece, I met a little boy, he is only 7, and a little hooligan in the making. He exhausted me with his incessant chatter and energy. I want to share that with as much as I can in life. My life was a gift and I want to share it with those whose gift will not last as long as mine.
I look forward to spending time with the children at the hospice and being able to "grow" as a person. I know this decision will be tough, and at times may nearly break my being, but it is something I know will bring me "wholeness" and help with my guilt.
Summertime plans......kayak school, hospice volunteering and Chocolate Epcot on top of the world practicing my kissing skills! What more could a girl ask for in this life? 
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I want to know.....
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Publié :25/4/2009 5h52
Dernière mise à jour :3/5/2009 4h21 1806 vues
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*smiles*.....simply sharing....
I want to know what you ache for,and if you dare to dream of meeting your hearts longing.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful.
I want to know if you see the beauty even when it is not pretty every day.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours or mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon "Yes"
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
I want to know.....I need to know.......
Just my mind pondering about today. One who can't answer yes to every question shall never know the true openness of love, a love so grand you would give all of your being to assure the happiness of the other.
Just my thoughts tho, anyone else wish to leave a thought or 2? Have you ever felt such a love? Have you ever shared such emotion where you would walk through fire without a hesitation? I would love to hear!!
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Saturday Morning Trebulations of Gracies Mind
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Publié :25/4/2009 4h43
Dernière mise à jour :25/4/2009 14h14 1553 vues
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*smiles and hugs my knees*
What a gorgeous day I had yesterday. I was thoroughly spoiled by love! I have a pamper day to look forward to on Tuesday, including a full body massage and a seaweed wrap! My house is filled with well wishers flowers and I have more pink, sparkly stuff than I know what to do with, including some darling little hair clips.
I went for a delicious dinner with my grams and gramps, lasagna has always been a favorite of mine, I think the vanilla creme brulee was a step too far!
My friends have organized a night out in May, which I am really excited about. There are a few of us that have birthdays around this time so we a planning a big night of celebrations. There will be a stretch Hummer and plenty of white zinny! Hopefully by then I will be able to enjoy a night out fully, without worrying too much about the effects of anyone driving.
Thank you to everyone for the well wishes, my recent day has filled with smiles and love. A couple of Mondays ago was the loveliest day I have had in a long time.
I am sleeping better again. I think my nights of insomnia insanity was hopefully a one-off. One that I don't really want to go through again. Talking with some friends in the chat room has made me realize that I am not the only one who is wracked with self-doubt at times. I think that has eased my mind a little. Thank you to them for their help and support, even just talking about it, and joking has calmed me a great deal.
Sophie and I bundled up warm this yesterday morning and went for a walk around the lake, it was beautiful. So peaceful, so picture perfect. I feel tranquil. At peace. I know this year will bring new challenges, but right now I feel I can face anything. I am loved, I am safe, and I am feeling pretty damned good about everything.
And what an amazing feeling that is!!! Wow!
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This weeks trivials in the world of Gracie....
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Publié :25/4/2009 4h28
Dernière mise à jour :27/4/2009 10h25 1569 vues
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Wonderful Saturday Morning All!!! Ok, so lately my few postings have been about my thoughts, desires, what makes me tick. Today this post will be about me....my week, my time in life. It shall make sense to some, to most actually but please don't hesitate to ask. There is something amazing about being an open book for a good read.
Have you ever been lost in time where you watch the clock and beg for the moments to pass? Where your inner thoughts are totally dissipated on one item knowing time can not go fast enough? Well, that's been my week.
All of my recent prayers, thoughts and quests are coming into this one day. Today is that day everyone and even though I am bitterly excited, my tummy is in swirls. I have pushed myself to mental exhaustion trying not to think about today, yet here it is knocking on my doorstep.
I sit here in this wonderfully designed children's waiting room, yes I much prefer the children's room as I can watch the smiles of all who enter when they see the eloquent decor and it allows me easier access to the park which I frequent for a bit of my thoughts time, whether it be a smile, a phone call or a tear. The park benches always bring my tears to an end and take my mind into a different realm and therefore, when my travel in bean-town is done, I am making a donation for a new bench placed under a certain tree in the honor of the strongest lil gal i know, my dearest Gabriella.
My mind feels at ease being here, my life seems more controlled knowing I am able to focus on my angel watching and family guidance. The friendships that I have formed here have created tight bonds and such a support ritual for me. And wow......how could I forget all of the wonderful text messages and phone calls! I admit, there are times where I am taking some "me" time in a moment of weakness, I will come back to this tree, curl up next to it's strong trunk and sit and read. Thank you to those who have helped participate in my quest for a moment to relinquish my despair. It means so much to me!!!!
Today is the day we have been waiting for all......today is the day they wish to try and bring her out of the induced coma and see where we stand. The docs feel comfortable with this and are positive that the treatments have been working for her.
What a wonderful day today is! The sun is shining brightly upon me, and I know my angel is sitting here alongside me. Take a seat and enjoy the view! And yet, I found out yesterday, my summer travels into flexible scheduling will bring me to a chocolate Epcot type land WITH a kissing tower!!! OMG does life get any better than that? lol
Bring it on life! I'm ready to tackle it today! Muahsssss to all I know and know how important you are in my world. Thank you for all of the smiles that you share with me!
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On Repose
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Publié :23/4/2009 22h39
Dernière mise à jour :25/4/2009 14h16 1592 vues
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I am intimately familiar with all sorts of waiting rooms; they are such a unique and opportune setting for a people watcher. Waiting rooms are always charged with emotion; sometimes it's tense expectation, sometimes it's weary despair, sometimes it's anxious anticipation. It all just depends on what you're waiting for, right?
Yesterday I was stuck in one of the more morose types, something I'm not unfamiliar with. I've learned to compensate by creating a bubble around myself - usually a juicy novel or my ipod or something along those lines; anything to put me in my own head space. But yesterday those insulation layers just weren't working and so I sat there, all senses open, watching the room. Some faces were filled with worry, others with exhaustion. Nobody seemed peaceful and I was so uneasy. I couldn't get comfortable and couldn't be still and the more that I fidgeted, the more my unease grew.
Then I became aware of a low humming. At first I wasn't sure if it was in my head or due to an intercom somewhere; I couldn't place the origin and could only barely catch the sound. As I sat there, listening intently, the hum seemed to increase, growing in strength - blossoming into a rich, chocolately baritone. I finally traced the sound to a slumped figure across the room; an old man I had passed over earlier as sleeping.
This old man sat there and quietly hummed for I don't know how long. Not everyone noticed, and of those that did, only a few seemed to listen or pay him any attention. But I did. I listened to him closely and my unease dissipated; my body grew still. I found my bubble, but I wasn't closed off - I was in tune. In tune with a stranger across the room.
Finally my name was called and as I walked past the old man, I slowed to whisper, "you have a lovely voice". He raised his head and winked at me and I had to literally fight the urge to give this stranger a kiss on the cheek right then and there.
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In my life I've found that intimacy takes on vastly varied forms and repose - true repose - often takes hold from behind, when you're not looking.
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I hope he's there next week.
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The Bonds of Trust
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Publié :22/4/2009 17h33
Dernière mise à jour :25/4/2009 14h16 2154 vues
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He pressed her forcefully onto the bed, his body held tightly against hers. He pinned her arms down, holding her wrists firmly in the vice like grip of his hands and leaned in, pushing his lips hard against her own.
She, reflexively struggled against the weight of him above her, but it was no good, his chest pressed hard and heavy against hers and her arms were held so very firmly. His hands holding her tight were dry and a little calloused, but were warm and almost comforting in a strange kind of way. She felt his lips press to hers, they were hot and chapped from the sun and somehow tasted a little salty. She knew that she should resist…she truly willed herself to resist, but in the end, forced to draw a shivering breath, she admitted to herself that she was quite powerless against this man.
He felt her lips; so tense against his own and smiled, kissing her lightly in each corner, but always returning to the soft, full flesh of the centre.
She could feel his breath, hot and moist against her mouth. She could smell his scent at the nape of his neck. He smelled undeniably good. There was something about his aroma, something indefinable that made her want to relax, to give in to him, to let herself go, but she felt she surely must at least try to resist…surely.
He became aware of her lips relaxing just a little and knew he was overpowering her, winning their game, or perhaps, she was just giving him what he imagined she truly wanted just as much as he did.
He lay on top of her, their legs intertwined and pressed his crotch deep into the tight flesh of a thigh and gently, almost imperceptibly, he moved against her.
She felt his hard cock beneath his pants, pressed tightly against her leg and released a tiny, involuntary moan. She hadn’t meant to, but she really couldn’t help herself. In that single instant she relaxed her jaw, softened her mouth and his tongue slipped deep within. It tasted her, searched for her own and nervously, but quite unable to hold back, she gave it to him.
He kissed harder now, her own mouth a willing victim, not joining him but, simply relaxing and letting him take her.
She could feel him smiling against her lips as his tongue devoured her mouth, sliding across teeth and teasing her own tongue hard. She felt his crotch pulsing slowly against her and was legitimately shocked to realize that it actually felt good. Something inside of her tingled, something inside of her willed her to give in to him…to allow herself to be taken.
He stretched her arms upwards; bringing her wrists together and quickly took them both in one strong hand. He kissed her hard and soft, forcefully and delicately and with every moment, felt her body yield that little bit more to his will. With his other hand he reached behind his back and pulled exactly what he needed from his pocket.
Once again she released a short, desperate moan, but a little louder this time. Surely he must have felt it. She felt his day old stubble scratching against her chin, against her beautifully soft cheek and she was not quite sure, but she thought she might like it.
Finally, he moved away from her mouth, his teeth pulling at her lower lip as he lifted his head. He reached his free hand to her face and stroked it against her cheek.
He had something indescribably soft wrapped around his hand and she closed her eyes to its gentle caress, drawing a deep, shuddering breath and feeling her chest press tighter still against his. A moment passed and she felt herself relax just a little more, or was she simply giving in? She opened her eyes and stared into him…deep blue flecked with green and black, the pupils large and so very dark. She could not hold his gaze and shut her eyes tightly once more, part of her fearing what was coming next, part of her aching to experience it.
He stroked her quite gently and almost lovingly with the soft cloth wound around his hand. He wanted to be tender with her, she was beautiful and she deserved it, but he also knew that there was more to her than appearance alone suggested, he sensed something strong lurking within her and felt obliged to seek it out. He pulled his hand up to her wrists, slowly caressing a forearm as he moved upwards.
She felt the silky, smooth caress of the cloth being wound tight in a figure of eight around her wrists. Its touch was so exquisitely gentle, so cool against her skin, but he wrapped it so very tightly, binding her forearms together completely.
He knelt above her, placing a leg either side of her chest and leaned forward.
She drew a slow, anxious breath, as her arms were drawn upwards, quite high. There was no real pain, but she felt her muscles stretched tight.
He quickly and expertly tied the black, silk scarf through the rungs of the headboard, giving it a last hard pull to check that she was held firmly. Finally, he knelt upright again and admired the woman beneath him. She looked so beautiful and he grinned as the realization struck him that she was now his to play with, at his leisure and in any way he so chose.
She felt herself bound tight by the wrists, felt his body lift away from hers. She knew he was watching her, but she could not look, she didn’t want to betray her true emotions. Her eyes remained tight shut and she chewed hard against her lips, reflexively pulling her arms to test her ties, but it was pointless, they were held firm. How could anything so soft hold her so tightly? The absurd contrast of soft silk and her tight bonds caused her to shiver.
He looked down, wondering where to begin. She was an angel, how could he possibly choose? But choose he must.
He crawled backwards on his knees, sitting still when his backside rested lightly against her calves. Her skirt was so tiny, barely covering anything at all, her legs so beautifully smooth and naked. He reached upwards and took her skirt by the hem, being very careful not to touch her skin and little by little, he began to draw it upwards.
She shivered as she felt him lifting her skirt away. It was so small. She knew her underwear would be exposed entirely in a matter of moments and another tiny cry escaped her throat. Slowly, so very slowly it rose. She worried that her panties must surely be on display by now, and clenched her thighs tight together in anticipation of her inevitable exposure.
His cock ached for her as he stared between her legs and took in her white, cotton panties, so tight and so small that the line of her little slit was quite apparent beneath. He swallowed hard, wetting his lips and breathing deeply.
He stroked the back of his fingers up and down her thighs, very high up, but never quite touching her panties. He noticed her legs tensing and releasing, beneath his touch. He knew that he could make her relax entirely with the appropriate kiss, with a soft caress, but he also realized she had to show restraint, for now at least, and he was happy to give her that much.
Her pussy pulsed between her legs as she felt his hands slide higher and higher and she moaned softly to herself, her brow furrowed as his caress slipped lower once again. Why wouldn’t he touch her? Should she want him to touch her? Her mind wasn’t sure, but her body knew for certain.
She shocked herself when she realized that she was gently tightening and releasing those muscles deep inside of her. His tease was almost unbearable, but she couldn’t give in…not yet.
Finally, he could bear it no more. He had to see that tight little pussy of hers in the flesh, the one she had told him about for so long. Maybe he could resist touching it, tasting it, pressing his hard cock to it and feeling her body yield to him as he slid deep inside, but he decided he had to see it, if nothing else...he had to see it.
He reached up and slipped his fingers beneath the tight elastic, watching her draw a short breath and tense her tummy muscles tightly as his fingertips touched against her baby soft skin.
Slowly…so very slowly, he began to pull his fingers downwards, drawing her panties with them, his heart was pounding in anticipation and his cock throbbing almost painfully.
It was nearly too much for her and she could not help herself from whimpering softly as she felt her underwear slowly removed, her breathing short and quite desperate. She held her legs tight together, her thigh muscles so tense. She was trying to resist wasn’t she? However, her body was fighting her, her pussy pulsing so gently as her little cotton panties were pulled away exposing more and more of her innocence, moment by moment, second by second.
He stared down at her and smiled. God she was beautiful! He swallowed hard as he observed the smooth, supple skin of her lower abdomen slowly revealed. She was completely hairless, her skin so smooth and waxed to perfection. He wondered if revealing her pussy might be too much for him…might send him over the edge, but the idea of stopping now was a thought too unbearable to contemplate. It was no good…he had to see it and he continued to draw her panties lower and lower.
She released a soft, anguished moan from the back of her throat as she became aware of her underwear slipping completely away from her most intimate of areas. She knew he was above her, watching her, staring down at her little, pink pussy all naked and vulnerable and a shock fired from deep within. She dared not think what the shock might mean and threw her head to the side, breathing desperately through flared nostrils.
It was quite the prettiest little pussy he had ever set his eyes upon, just the way she had teased, so smooth and so clean. He continued to slide her panties lower. They resisted a little as he drew them away from her thighs, but that only added to the experience, feeling them held tight momentarily, before they gave and came away from her body. No need to be slow now and he slipped them quickly from her thighs, below her knees and gently lifting each foot, away from her body entirely.
She knew her most private area had been stripped naked, but dared not look. She felt her pussy throbbing, betraying her, or so she imagined. It longed for this man, to feel fingers slip inside, to experience a tongue tease gently, to throb as a mouth sucked hard against it and she prayed, to feel his cock enter, but how could she be thinking this way? Surely it was wrong? She hooked one foot over the other, closing herself as much as she possibly could.
He smiled to himself as he looked down at her, not with any pleasure at her discomfort, but because she was clearly, desperately trying to cling on to the belief that this was somehow wrong, but he could read her body too…he could see quite plainly what she truly wanted…and he would, in time, give it to her.
It was, of course, her right to cross her legs. Why shouldn’t she resist? He knew he had the skills to make her cry out and open herself to him entirely, but she deserved to hang on to the belief that she was holding back and besides…it would be much nicer to watch her surrender to him slowly.
A moment passed before she felt the mattress lurch as he climbed away. She heard him rummaging below her and dared to steal a glance, but he turned and caught her. He smiled that beautiful, confident smile of his as their eyes met and she could not help herself from returning it momentarily, until her shame took hold once more and she shut her eyes tight, her cheeks flushing crimson.
She sensed him step a little closer to her, felt his presence above her and, as though hypnotized, she opened her eyes once more, staring up at him. He smiled again, but this time it wasn’t a smile of domination or of arrogance, it was a kind smile…a smile that made her want to trust him, but she was still not sure that she truly could.
He blinked at her and reached down, stroking a thumb across her hot cheek and watched as she drew deep relaxing breaths through her nose.
He brought yet another silk scarf up in front of him, an end in each hand and folded it in half long ways, reaching down to her. With great care and tenderness he lifted her head, wrapping the scarf around her, tying it tight and blindfolding her completely.
As the light of the room was shut out she relaxed just a little more. She knew that resistance was pointless now; it was all out of her control. Maybe he would be gentle with her, maybe he would be forceful, but either way there was nothing she could do to control the situation and a shiver ran up her spine. She opened her soft mouth and relaxed her head into the pillow beneath her. She became aware of her nipples tight and sore and of her clitoris pulsing between her legs. Was it the idea of being helpless, the idea of being fucked hard by this beautiful man or the idea that he might be so very gentle with her? She truly didn’t know, but she was finally beginning to realize that perhaps…she needed it just as much as he did.
He marveled at how beautiful she looked lying there. Her tight little cunt all tucked up between her thighs, the swell of her breasts beneath her shirt and those soft, sensual lips parted in submission.
He climbed onto the bed and knelt above her, a leg over each hip. There were infinite possibilities of play, but his only desire, right at that moment, was to kiss her…and that was exactly what he did.
He leant down, but held himself above her momentarily, their noses pressing against one another, their lips only making the briefest of accidental contact, but they breathed against each other as he stroked his hand behind her ear, soothing her softly before their lips fully met.
She didn’t mean to return his kiss and was not entirely sure if she had, but his hot lips felt so good, they somehow felt so right, but maybe that was just her imagination. Maybe she had resisted the way she had meant to and merely allowed him to take her the way he wanted. She unhooked her feet.
Again, she became aware of the mattress lurching as he climbed away.
He looked down and grinned to himself as he observed her legs now lying side-by-side, still closed tight, but no longer one over the other. He leant down and picked up two more black, silk scarves from his jacket pocket.
It was the very same cool, soft sensation she had experienced against her wrists, only this time it was around first one ankle and then the other. She shivered at the unbelievable contrast of a silky smooth caress and the experience of being held so tightly.
He took both scarves and twisted them around each post at the base of the bed, one in either corner and, slowly, he began to pull…
This time she knew that she had cried out too loudly, but how could she not? She felt her legs being drawn from her ankles, further and further apart?
She moaned and drew rapid breaths as her legs continued to slide away. She felt her thighs leave the edges of her pussy. Instinctively she resisted, held herself tight, but that only made him pull all the harder and she knew she was powerless against his strong arms and the soft, silk bonds about her ankles.
Relentlessly, her legs were opened wide. She cried out again as she felt her pussy lips gently separate, her body pulsing within, desperately trying to close itself, but being forced to lay open and available.
Finally her legs were brought to a rest, wide apart and she felt herself being tied into place.
Her chest heaved. Her breathing was unsteady and desperate. She bit hard against her lips, aware that her body was open wide and available for this man to do absolutely anything he pleased with and she released a long moan as the realization dawned upon her that, that was exactly what she wanted.
He tied the scarves so tightly as he looked towards her. Her body was gently pulsing before him. Her naked pussy truly was a thing of beauty. His cock had never felt harder as he stared between her legs. He knew he could have taken her whenever he pleased. He probably could have done so with soft caresses and gentle teases, but surely it was better for them both this way? The question now was…where to begin?
She felt him climb away from the bed and she shivered, a thrill firing through her spine as she arched her back involuntarily, her limbs twisting against her bonds as she heard him begin to remove his clothes. She tried to picture him mentally, as first he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it from his shoulders, exposing his muscular chest and then, as he leant down to remove his socks. She heard his belt buckle being unfastened and pictured him slipping his thumb between the buttons of his fly and popping each one as he drew downwards. She saw him, in her minds eye, pulling down his jeans, taking his shorts with them and finally releasing his big, stiff cock. What would it be like? The idea caused her to arch again and she felt her clit, tight and swollen, throb a tiny heartbeat between her legs.
As he stared down at her soft, waxed smooth cunt, her legs tied tightly in place, leaving her body so completely vulnerable to him, the question of where to begin became quite redundant, it was just far too pretty not to be tasted and he leant towards her.
She felt the mattress dip to the side of her leg, but not with the full weight of his body this time. Her mind desperately tried to picture what he might be doing, but there was no need and she cried out, arching her back and feeling her body twist desperately against the ties, as she felt his sun-chapped lips press to her inner thigh.
He began to kiss her softly. This was a tease, intentional and almost cruel, but it would only add to the pleasure when he finally gave himself to her. He planted tiny butterfly kisses in a line, working upwards from just above her knee, higher and higher, but just as his lips would reach the soft flesh between her thighs, the place where he desperately wanted to play, he would lift his head and move lower once more, beginning his tease all over again along a line so far untouched.
It was torture. She felt the delicate tease of his tongue against her skin, a split second before his lips would press to her and a tiny kiss would pull him away. Time and time again she felt his mouth against her, sucking infinitesimally soft before lifting away and rising higher and higher. She prayed he would continue upwards and press those soft lips to her pussy, prayed he would suck against her and lap his tongue between her open lips, but time and time again she was left disappointed. She would have begged him if she had dared, but still, after all this time she felt she mustn’t give in and display her true desire for him.
He smiled as he watched her tighten her backside, thrusting her pussy towards him as far as she was able with her ankles tied in place. He smiled not because he enjoyed her frustration, but because she clearly wanted him just as much as he wanted her and his cock pulsed painfully.
She cried out a desperate and frustrated moan through closed lips and tossed her head from side to side as she felt him lift away from the mattress and stand upright once more. Surely he was not going to leave her now. What if he were to get dressed and untie her limbs before slipping out of the room and from her life completely? It would be hell. Maybe she should tell him how much she needs him, but she relaxed a little, groaning as she felt the mattress dip once more, but now on the opposite side.
He varied his caress this time. He continued to plant tiny, moist pecks from his lips along her inner thigh, but he also, from time to time, drew the very tip of his tongue in a long line upwards, pausing, as always just before he reached her soft, naked mound.
Again she cried out and again she twisted against her ties. If she were only free to move her arms she was quite sure that she would have grabbed his head and forced it between her thighs and made him eat her aching cunt as though it were a sticky peach.
He stole a glance at her face. He could see so little of it but despite the blindfold her desperate frustration was quite apparent. Her teeth played ceaselessly against her lips leaving tiny, crimson wounds where she had bitten too hard. His heart skipped as he realized how much he cared for her and how much he wanted to end her frustration. It was in his power to do so and so he did.
She cried out with total and utter abandon as she felt his lips press hard against her, as his tongue slipped between her lips and entered her body.
He inhaled deeply through his nose; drawing her rich, animal aroma into his lungs as he French kissed her cunt. She smelled so good, just as he had imagined she would. Finally, withdrawing his tongue, he began to kiss her softly along her pussy lips. His head was sideways on to her and his lips met the full length of her parted slit. He felt her body tense to his kiss and smiled as he heard her moan loudly, but ashamedly once more.
She purred with sweet satisfaction as she felt the very tip of a finger press against her slit, it rubbed up and down, slipping gently along her moisture. When it reached the top it circled her hooded clit with featherlike subtlety, but never actually touching it and when it reached the bottom it sought out her entrance and pressed inwards, slipping so easily inside, but only very shallowly.
His tease was almost too much to bear as she felt his finger come to a rest and once more, his lips pressed to her pussy.
He didn’t kiss her, he didn’t move his lips at all, but held himself against her, breathing his moist breath upon her clitoris and, in turn, feeling the heat of her body in his mouth.
He took his tongue and sought out her clit. It was so very tight against him as he slowly began to lick at her very gently, up and down.
She felt her clitoris teased so lightly from side to side, he had started slowly, but very quickly she felt his pace increase and she cried out with the wonderful frustration as his tongue flicked against her faster and faster. Sometimes he would press deep against her causing her to squirm and sometimes barely touching her at all, forcing her to arch her back towards his mouth, but with every twist of her body, every thrust of her hips her wrists and ankles remained tightly secured, reminding her of how vulnerable she was, of how she really could not move and of how he could tease her in whatever way he so desired.
He loved her pussy. He loved the way it tasted, the way it felt against his tongue and how it sucked greedily against his fingertip, willing him to enter her further. He introduced a second finger, but still, he did not slide them all the way inside. He wanted to…he longed to plunge them deep within her, to feel her body hot and ravenous pulsing against him, but this moment really wasn’t about him. He gently slipped his fingers in and out, but only very shallowly. He felt her abdomen thrusting forwards, willing him to fuck her with his fingers fully and deeply, but he did not.
She whimpered, his tease a beautiful torture. She felt her body respond to his tongue, tiny electric shocks shooting through her with increased frequently and intensity with every wonderfully frustrating moment. She swallowed hard, scared that she might cum for him. That way her humiliation would have been complete, her desires would have been laid bare, but it was so hard to hold back…so very hard. Perhaps…perhaps she should just give in.
She cried out desperately. Twisting her abdomen from side to side, her legs held firm.
Quickly and without warning he sucked hard against the top of her pussy, drawing her clitoris into his mouth. In that same moment he plunged his fingers deep inside of her and pressed them tight against her inner wall. He felt her muscles tense against him as he pulsed the vacuum of his mouth against her cunt.
She moaned with genuine sadness as he finally released her from his mouth and his fingers slipped away once more and he returned to the teasing of his tongue. This time however, he began to lick her clit in a circular motion, occasionally lapping at it more deeply with the flat of his tongue and bringing his fingers back to the gentle teasing of her entrance.
The seconds ticked by before again, and without warning, he sucked hard against her, pulling her clit into his mouth and once more, slipping his fingers deep inside. This time however, he drew his fingers in and out, curling them as they followed the contour of her body. He felt her pussy grip him tight, heard her short desperate cries as she gasped for breath. He wondered if he should let her cum. He wanted to let her to cum, to be happy, but maybe it was too early and they should wait patiently for their shared moment of climax.
As he once again released her from his mouth, he slipped his fingers from her body entirely. They were so deliciously sticky with her juices. He longed to smear them up and down his hard, throbbing cock, but at the last moment a better idea presented itself.
She was startled when she felt his fingertips touch against her lips, they were so sticky, but without thinking she opened her mouth slightly and he slipped them deep inside. She had never tasted herself before, but she sucked against his fingers greedily, licking them clean and kissing their tips as he teased her soft lips.
The sensation of her hot, wet mouth sucking his fingers was quite irresistible and he realized what he must now do. For one last time he pressed his mouth to her cunt and kissed it deeply, his tongue entering her before lapping upwards and finally licking across her clitoris.
He pulled away and stood upright, wiping his sticky wet chin against the back of a hand and sighing with equal measures of satisfaction and regret.
It almost pained her that his mouth finally left her pussy, that his fingers wouldn’t slip inside of her again, but it was a blessing that she had been spared his impossible tease and that she would not be forced to climax for him…not yet.
She felt the mattress dip again, first on one side of her chest and then on the other and she realized that she had been straddled.
He knelt above her, his cock so hard, as he pumped it back and forth staring down. He closed his eyes and moaned as he succumbed to the beauty of his fist sliding up and down his shaft, just inches from her beautiful face. He threw back his head as he masturbated harder and harder until the first spasms, shooting from his anus to the tip of his cock, brought him back to the present. He looked down at her soft lips and knew the time had come…
He positioned himself above her, supporting himself on one arm and with the other he guided his swollen prick towards her mouth.
Somehow she had been expecting it. Wanting it even, but when the soft tip of his hard dick pressed against her lips she was not shocked, not the way she expected to be at least and only because she realized that she desperately wanted to experience his dick sliding deep inside of her mouth. She parted her lips wider, inviting him to slide his cock deeper still and she guiltily and embarrassedly sucked upon him, tasting his sticky precum as she felt him lean down, supporting his weight equally on both strong arms.
She knew how to suck cock…she loved to suck cock, but this was different, she was completely at his mercy. She had no hands to masturbate him with, no real ability to move her head, she just had her soft lips, her tongue and the vacuum of her mouth…and she used them all to the best of her abilities.
Her hot cavernous mouth around his dick was pure heaven. She sucked hard against him, drawing him deep inside of her, her tongue held tight against his shaft and with a deep, shuddering exhalation…he began to move his hips…he began to fuck her mouth, outrageous yet quite delicious slurping noises escaping each time he accidentally withdrew too far.
She loved the feeling of his cock slipping in and out of her mouth, slowly to begin with, but soon faster and faster. At one point he pulled out too far and his dick slipped, wet across her cheek, coating it in her own saliva and his sticky juices. She became aware of him sliding deeper with every thrust and worried that perhaps she might choke if he thrust too far, but his cock sliding in and out of her mouth felt just too good, so hard yet so smooth and she forced herself to relax.
For one brief, passing moment she felt humiliated that this beautiful man was fucking her mouth…that she was willingly sucking on him, not because she was forced to, but because she absolutely wanted to. She felt humiliated, but she also realized she had been liberated...she was free. She was blindfolded and unable to move, she had absolutely no control over this situation. Whatever happened did so because he made it happen so how could she feel any guilt? Elatedly, she realized that she loved his cock inside of her mouth and she moaned deeply against it, desperately hoping it would slide between her legs and fuck her aching pussy just as wonderfully.
He felt his cock spasm time and time again, his ass-hole tightening and releasing, sending shuddering waves of pleasure throughout his shaft. Her mouth was perfect. How wonderful it would have been to cum deep inside of her or to pull out and explode across her face, but…there was somewhere else he needed to slide his cock and in all honesty, he knew she deserved to cum just as much as he did.
As a monumental shudder fired throughout his steel hard prick, causing him to release a long guttural moan, he finally held still, breathing concentrated, steadying breaths through clenched teeth as he desperately tried to withhold his carnal desire for release.
She felt him hold still and knew that if she had wanted to, she could have sucked him so tightly in that instant and sent him into raptures, flooding her mouth with his cum, but she read his intentions well and secretly prayed that he was going to slip his big, stiff cock deep inside of her throbbing pussy.
He shivered, withdrawing himself from her mouth and sucking in a deep breath as he slid lower across her body, pausing to kiss her and taste the residue of his own dick against her lips. They were hot and slippery wet and once again he felt her body give itself that little bit more to him as she accepted his kiss fully.
He thought about sliding lower, of licking the pink, swollen flesh of her nipples, of biting them and teasing them with tongue and lips. She truly had the most beautiful breasts, but that pleasure would all have to wait for another day. He needed to fuck her. He needed her body completely. He needed to make her cum and he needed to cum inside of her.
He smiled and leant in to kiss her one final time.
She wanted him…She still dared not to show it, but finally she admitted to herself that she wanted him completely and entirely. With her lips, she finally acknowledged that right from the start she had wanted him…she had needed him.
She felt a thrill of elation shoot through her body as her hips were lifted, his fingers digging deep into her ass cheeks as the cool, soft cotton of a pillow was slid beneath her.
She pulsed her hips now, blatantly and unashamedly, as her pussy begged him to enter her.
One last time he looked down at her and realized how truly blessed he was. Her head was thrown to the side, her mouth soft and pouting. Her tummy and belly button exposed where her shirt had ridden up. Her soft, waxed cunt spread wide open and gently pulsing for him, those long, slender legs, muscular, golden-brown and so very smooth. She was perfect…
He positioned himself above her, supporting his weight on a single strong arm. With the other, he reached down and grabbed his dick and guided himself towards her.
She gasped as she felt his cock press against her pussy lips; her legs were held wide apart allowing him to enter her so easily. She angled her hips upwards, guiding him towards her entrance, desperate to feel his cock inside of her.
He felt her body directing him to where he needed to be and he gently pressed forwards, parting her just a little.
He let go of his cock, leaving it pressed against her and placed his arm on the opposite side of her body to the other, now sharing his weight out equally.
He arched his back, drinking in deep, calming breaths through his nostrils before finally…he pressed forwards.
He thrust into her and she felt her pussy violated by his thick cock. She felt herself stretched and for one moment there was a tiny sensation of pain, but it all felt quite wonderful. Her head swam as she felt herself penetrated so deeply, as a wave of pleasure engulfed her completely and she cried out.
He moaned deeply as he felt her pussy yield to him, sucking him inside, hot and wet, pulsing against him as soft as velvet.
She loved his cock and wanted it to stay within her forever.
She moaned with genuine sadness as she felt his dick begin to slowly withdraw.
He pulled his hips backwards until the head of his penis, once more, touched against her entrance where again, he thrust his hips forwards, plunging himself deep inside of her, pressing hard against her inner wall as he drove himself forwards.
Again, she squealed as his big, hard cock powered inside of her.
He built his rhythm sliding in and out, in and out, harder, deeper, faster with each thrust.
Her body joined with him, naturally moving against him, thrusting deep into him at the last moment, powering against him in wonderful opposition.
He pressed his lower abdomen hard into her, grinding against her clitoris as he fucked her with long, hard strokes, releasing desperate moans as each delicious shock fired through his body.
She fucked him as hard as she possibly could, restricted by her bonds, but thrusting from her hips and using her strong inner muscles to devour his cock. She moaned deeply and desperately every time his pelvis pressed against her clitoris, every time his dick slammed deep inside of her.
Harder and harder, faster and faster. He cried out as the spasms shot through him.
She moaned desperately as her clitoris pulsed electric shocks throughout her body.
She felt something monumental building inside of her…her body winding tighter and tighter, her breathing quicker and more desperate, her cries more frantic with each wonderful thrust of his hips.
He felt it coming too…a flash of pleasure shooting through him from his ass to the tip of his dick again and again and again. He was breathing desperately now, steadily approaching the point of no return.
She cried out with complete and utter abandon as her body was consumed by pure, white-hot, pleasure. She was blindfolded, but her eyes swam with lights as his cock pulsed through her, forcing wave after wave of intense, carnal pleasure. She gave herself to the moment completely and guiltlessly as her climax finally took her over.
He moaned with animal passion as he felt his body wound tighter and tighter, every muscle tensed hard. He breathed desperate, shallow breaths, crying out, before finally, his body released itself, his cock pumping jet after jet of sticky cum deep inside of her, his ass tightening and releasing, the pleasure ripping up his spine and washing over his body, drowning him in pure bliss.
She moaned through tensed lips from the intense pleasure that this man had given to her. She glowed with each pulse that coursed through her, breathing luxuriously between each fading thrill.
His breathing slowed and he moaned more deeply as her body sucked his cock so sweetly, hot, wet and ravenous, slowly now with each diminishing pulse still firing through his shaft.
Finally, with one shuddering exhalation he relaxed, again, as in the beginning, pressing his body tight against hers.
With one long, low moan she calmed herself completely, her pussy gently throbbing against his still hard dick.
They lay there in complicit silence for minutes. Drinking in each other’s relaxed pleasure, until eventually, he left her body.
He knelt upright, turning around and untying the scarves from her ankles.
Her legs ached a little as she felt them freed and drew them closer together.
He reached upwards and quickly and deftly untied the scarf from the bed head, slowly unwrapping it from her wrists and rubbing his thumbs soothingly against the reddened flesh where she had been bound so tight.
He was about to remove her blindfold when he felt her arms reach up and circle around his neck, pulling him down towards her.
She held him tightly pulling his lips to hers and kissing him deeply, her body now in complete control. Finally she released him and reaching up, she slipped the scarf from her eyes. She blinked as her pupils adjusted to the light of the room and seeing him above her, she smiled. She held her arms aloft, indicating for him to lay with her.
He smiled down at the beautiful woman below him, finally lowering himself to lie alongside her.
He felt complete and utter contentment as he lay next to her, relaxing against the heat of her naked body. He glowed with the tranquility of the moment, feeling that wonderful exhaustion and weary satisfaction. He was so relaxed that he really didn’t notice as the soft, silk scarf was slowly wound about his wrists.
She grinned to herself as she began to set the wheels of sweet revenge in motion.
*grins evilly and lets out a contented sigh while offering a thank you to those willing to read her carnal desires* If only there was an envelope with the room key awaiting her at the front desk.
Well M, since we had a conversation about what that certain lifestyle meant to me, I figured it best to explain in a bit more detail.
Does this all make sense? hehehehehehehe
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Hidden.........
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Publié :14/4/2009 21h45
Dernière mise à jour :19/4/2009 9h38 1665 vues
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Voile curtains move in the sea breeze
Thinking you are out of sight
I see you... that slight touch makes me tingle
You are not touching me, but yourself.
The breeze across my naked body
Your smoothness excites me
You stroking makes me want to touch, not you, but me.
My skin is velvet, my breast firm, nipples awaken to the touch.
Your eyes close as your hand explores your body, still unaware
My eyes watch that gentle touch as I touch also
My curves, my stomach, my hips
My fingers tease their way to my smoothness
You moan, I giggle, you realize you are not alone.
It excites you, it excites me even more
You touch your thighs. I mirror your touch.
My juices flow as you caress your cock.
My fingers slide into me gently, wanting you
I moan, watching you feel your way, you knowing that I am watching,
wanting that hardness inside of me.
I sit back on the chair, the sea breeze against my skin
You carry on, slowly, gently, easing the skin back, the tip glistening.
My hand pressing against my clit, not wanting to touch
My fingers move to my mouth, tasting, wanting to taste you, hmmm, I taste so good.
You continue stoking, your eyes closed, ecstasy, watching is pure ecstasy.
My fingers, slowly in & out of my sex, my juices flowing,
moving faster, wanting you to move faster, wanting you to see me cum
I want to see you cum, your hand grips harder, your body spasms, my body mirrors yours.
I close my eyes as the waves of my orgasm engulf me, the thought of you cumming in front of me
Watching you responding to me, you cum hard for me, hmmmm
Wanting you but remaining hidden... for now.
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The Moment of Touch
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Publié :14/4/2009 21h28
Dernière mise à jour :11/5/2024 17h14 1514 vues
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In your eyes I see,
smoldering embers of passion ,
yearning to awaken,
Flames of desire,
waiting to consume.
A gentle touch, delicate caresses,
Exploring, discovering, enjoying,
The sensual dance of our bodies
entwined as one
Waves of bliss, washing over us,
floating, drifting, drowning in ecstasy.
Lost in the moment,
Wishing it would last forever.
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