I have this voracious hunger My lust is ravenous it consumes me I want to hear you screaming with pleasure Feasting Drooling Mouthing Foaming receiving me as my fullness bursts over your craving flesh I want you to moan I want you to gasp in my ear preten...
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My hands rough Slip searching beneath silken thong To touch heaven a fragrant stirring amid murmurs smooth Delicate pink your petals quiver Moist without control you shudders Just there Just so Pausing Lost in the moment flagrantly displayed and ripened w...
An electric current surges through my whole body as your steely blue eyes pierce right through me. I feel you stare at me with a look of primal animal lust and deep craving. It is a look that is in my own eyes, and a shared feeling deep in my own soul. We...
Her Passion
When she shows you her inner beingHer passion rolls like summer thunder Electrifying like lightning Painting flashes across the sky a beautiful showcase of vibrant power The fire running through her veins Sighs and moans dripping from her lips Thinking of all she's going to do to me and f...
Today's Craving
She teases him through the day while he's away and gets what she wants.It's late at night I want to sleep Boo isn't home yet I can't count sheep. Waiting for him I'm sure he knows I'm up to something Until he shows. Time to layer up. Unlike the coastlands Temperature is low In the highlands. Clothes layered One over the othe...
Birth Of A Nympho
It's never enough...My first taste of sex satisfied me. Nipples peaked within his fingers. Clit swelled from his licks. His penetrating cock was enough. Then, my clit grew numb to his tongue. More. I needed more. My own fingers, frantically fucking and strumming, failed me....
Hunger
hunger for another person ...Am I drunk, or are you this beautiful? God, just looking at you, and your smile ... It just makes me go crazy! You're a queen, my own classy queen. Queen of the bitches, and queen of the damned, You're my own queen from darkness, You're my own queen of...
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Her eyes are closed in that not-quite-awake state. She smiles inwardly as the realisation of it being Friday fills her with quiet joy. She no longer works on Fridays and feels blissful at not being woken suddenly by her intrusive 6 am alarm. It had been a...
When she calls me ‘cross the waves of time and space, With nothing more than a whisper of her heart, It’s as if I feel her presence, before I see with my eyes. Closing my eyes, I feel her caress, And it sends a tingle down my spine. As my manhood swe...
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Dream A Little Dream
Shared lovers dreams that linger in the memoryEyes lock, Green Blue. Smiles widen, lovers gaze. Steps hasten, names whispered. Hands clasp, fingers entwine. Arms embrace, bodies press. Lips brush, kisses deepen. Mouths open, tongues dance. Perfume awakens, scent teases. Eyes dilate, pulses quicken. S...
Poppies Everywhere
At last, their love was consummatedWe laughingly leave the bikes by the side of the road, scrambling excitedly over the post and rail fence and dance hand in hand across the field. Laughing uproariously as we circle and skip. The sun, the gentle breeze, our boundless, adoring love. We c...
Desire
My craving for a lover who totally satisfies me but always leaves me wanting moreI treasure every moment But a million moments Will never be enough. A fire that can't be extinguished Bursting from embers into a flame. Desire A feast for my eyes My tongue And my thighs. Desire A touch of my lips Temptation at my fingertips. Desire Sat...
Good Girl To Bad Girl And Back
Contentedly married Emma needs to follow buried desires...Emma Wilde always appreciated her husband, Ray’s, gentle caring attitude towards her. He was always considerate when they had what had become their standard Saturday night union. Always pleasant enough for her, as it usually was, but, for some time, she h...
I run my tongue over the stinging knife's edgeTasting metal tinged with deathKnowing soon you'll beSending me six feet underYet somehowI can't help but dance with you tonightEntwine our bodies like threads woven togetherAnd moveLike a moth drawn to your l...