He had been sitting alone, in the semi-darkness for a while, when she pushed the door opened. He felt her presence, but didn’t aknowledge it, keeping his eyes on the cheap flooring of the room. The old man had been reflecting for a while, now. His tired worked out fingers entangled together, he might…… Continue reading Last dance…
Your fingers landed On my hungry lips… And I felt the power, The strength of the words Living in your hands Waiting to slip From your fingertips To my hungry mouth Burning my throat, Filling my lungs… Taking over my very soul. Feed me your truths, Feed me your lies, Feed me, please, feed…… Continue reading Feed me…
Previously posted on August 22nd of 2017. He had tried to erase the message at least a dozen of times, but he didn’t manage just yet. He couldn’t tell why. It was stupid… Not as if he risked forgetting the four words written on his cell phone’s screen. Still, he gave it another quick…… Continue reading Pretty in pink…
Let playful fingers Run through your beard No need to worry, No one’ll get smeared. Brush against my cheek Skim down the nape of my neck Want to feel your soft beard Stroking my pointy breasts Graze my thighs Make me high Harvest sighs Before night dies Tickle me to sleep, And tickle me…… Continue reading Sensual bidding…
Man, you’re so hot! Making me sweat bullets not lifting a finger, just lying here, my bare skin as an offering to your warm touch. Licking my neck, not giving me a sec, not a split second of respite… I wish I could hide how wet I am, because of you. If I dared to…… Continue reading Hawt!
“Hit me again!” She cooed. Freeing her delicate feet from the fire-red stilettos… “Do you even fancy sherry, Sweetheart? I don’t recall seeing you drink any, before.” “I hate it”, still handing the cup his way, fluttering her eye lashes in the most defying way. “But I’ll get us both drunk on it, if it means…… Continue reading Dance me…
Kinky black satin, Keep safe my favorite secrets of skin deep pillow talk… Via today’s Word of the Day: Satin
Fool me, lie, pretend… Roll me into your stories, caress me with a fake compliment about my not so blue eyes. Wrap me in wannabe romance, and leave me out to dry the next morning. I don’t care. I just crave the quick fix of your well penned pick up lines. Tasty goosebumps,…… Continue reading Would you?
Forgive me for the long mise en place my darling. You deserve nothing but the best, for this very fine dining… You have fancy taste, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to please your whimsical palate. Forget the ostentatious ustensils, you can eat with your fingers. The very thought of you devouring me gives me…… Continue reading Fine Bouche…
Mes langues préférées? La mienne, et la tienne… Langues dansantes, vivantes, curieuses… Valsant, entrecroisées, un ballet entre-mêlé… Dans la même bouche de préférence…
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