Sitting on the edge of the bed Stand before me – I’m Waiting to be fed Run your succulent tip across my lips Craving every inch grinding my hips Appetite fierce needing an ample taste Licking up and down – … Continue reading
My sexy lingerie flows as I sway Waiting for my bad boy to come out and play Strong hands running down my spine Kissing my neck is heavenly divine Pulling me up on his intoxicating cock Skin on skin as … Continue reading
Originally posted on Sometimes Silver Linings are Blue:
Breathless, I’m going down You’re the only air around Melting, sliding needing your flow Swaying calmly ever so slow Pleading to take you in Sinking, slipping skin to skin Hungry for more?needing…
A buzzing fever
Weekend fever
The buzz of traffic
No green light
Glaring lights zigzagging
With the curves of the road
Home alone
Chomping at the bits
Living a boring life
In a boring town
With boring friends
Looking at the hand
A loyal friend
Tempting
Inflated marshmallow eyed goldfish
In a bowl
Too small
No growing space
Mental note
Send him packing
A clock perusal
Tick – Tock
Shower time
Fussing with the hair
No need for deodorant
I don’t stink
Final look
Approval
Jeans or casual
Doesn’t matter
Only one thing on the brain
Racing in my thoughts
A little tweak down below
Hand tempting
Later If I don’t score
Out the door
Melding with the glaring lights
Blood racing
There is my score
All the right moves
Saying all the right things
Bingo
I just won a night in bed
Hands in every direction
Shirt buttons undone
Lights out
I said lights out
Use your imagination.
Recycling
I ran my hand through his thick fur,
Working each nipple,
From the sweat,
From my mouth,
Which matted his dark hair in swirls.
From his nipples-
I began my voyage,
From a dark trail,
Where I felt him throbbing,
In his sacred place.
My tongue flickered,
On his sensitive place.
I took him in the deep of my throat.
I gagged with pleasure.
Finally the shots of white dribbled,
Warmly down for recycling.
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Originally posted on Sometimes Silver Linings are Blue:
Play with fire you’ll feel the burn Touching, fixating, smitten with no concern Leaving scars that won’t perfectly heal Addicted to the aggressive euphoria you feel Melting, biting, frenzied feeling alive Heavenly singe of ecstasy,…
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