On a balmy night brimming with hedonic promise,
Nightshade beckoning your titillating shadow,
Taut you lay beside me; our senses seeking,
Crimson stained fingers tracing a portrait of desire,
A touch, a quiver, an exploration, a gasp,
Perspiring bodies entwined in feral...
nor even a problem. She is a meniscus that allows the absolute to have a shape, that lets him skate however briefly on the mystery, her presence luminous on the ordinary and the grand. Like the odor at night in Pittsburgh’s empty streets after summer rain on maples and...
great dinner then a movie, and we were so hot for each other .
Came back home and he couldn't keep his hands off me .
We were in a new position we've been trying, that is blowing my mind. He kept touching me while I was rubbing him, till I almost blew then rode him like a...
The ultimate commitment was still to c*m.
Sir wanted to know if I was ready. Going through it one last time, I am quiet.
The final commitment. Commitment of the body, soul, mind and heart. Commitment to trust.
Yes I am ready. Ready for the pain to be marked as claimed. To...
.so much more than that, an exploration of one another, learning deep about one another...two heart beats becoming one, two souls joining together.....The softness of silk blind fold cover her eyes, as she runs her hands along the smoothness of it covering her eyes gently....the...
way ~into the light Camouflage in lace, my skin glisten, Towards the wind, I listen! Skin of envy and gold, My limbs suddenly unfold, Gracefully I follow the air, I found myself without a care, Every moment, every feeling felt erotically insane, Seductively, the night whispers...
.Words drip from his mind into his finger tips as she turns and looks at him with her sweet sad smile and in that moment he finds himself lost in her eyes. He knows that in them lies the truth... The truth of her, the truth of him and in that truth he finds himself again and he...
but looking at what it means I'm starting to think Iam. When it comes to touch I've always loved it. Whether it's a guy or girl as long as I'm comfortable with it and then it's ok. I just love holding someone and feeling eachothers touch and warmth. Exploring eachothers senses...
We are forbidden,
layers of clothing lost,
Fallen we have,
In moist coppersweat embrace,
Taste of salt ridden yearning,
Burning my tongue,
Your silkbite on my skin,
A tongue licked down my chest,
Stroke of an Indian ebony-dark shaft,
With the promise of...
currents felt along points on my hungry flesh.
Words are redundant, for your gestures unequivocally express.
Cloaked in the black of night, rendered mute and deaf by desire-flooded consciousness of tangible delight.
Your passion is felt through the firmness of your pressure...
that blossoms my arousal,
Inflamed I am by the vision of you,
Inhaling your essence the perfume of desire,
Carnal designs have kindled an infinite fire.
Bare-skinned I delve into you,
A nomad's oasis; in you I quench my thirst.
Gasping to fiery touches and tantalizing mouths...
so sweet and inviting
I brush my nose along her necklines as she bites her lips
I rub my bugle against her hips wrapping my arm around her neck
I can sense her panting when I squeeze the nipple of her breast.
She likes looking deep into my eyes when I pull her closer