Those hips though

really

slope so smooth

hugging planes

outlining grooves

Where lips or fingers

beg to

touch

I won't press hard

or linger

much

Those hips though

really

hold up fine

over the bed

underneath mine

Where bodies join

align

as one

Much like our love -

not easy,

fun

You entered the room stark naked, already hard for me, giving away a bit of power with the telltale symbol of your desire. I lay on the bed wearing only my panties, the way you like me to sleep, moonlight spilling onto my pale breasts. I was ready for you as instructed, the thin material of black silk wet with my need. You smiled, watching my pink nipples harden from the sight of you.

I held my breath as you slid your strong hands up my legs reaching for the strip of silk to pull them down. When you pulled them completely off, I nearly lost myself and cried out. You took your trophy early which meant I would feel you in my wet and aching body tonight for certain, no more teasing, no more punishment. Every cell in my body vibrated with anticipation watching you inhale my fragrance from my still damp panties, my skin rippled slightly as the muscles quivered with excitment.

Tossing the trophy aside you pulled me roughly to the edge of the bed, grasping my hips. The dark marks of your love on my pale skin will be the only evidence of you in the morning light. I waited patiently, groaning as you placed the tip of your finger in my opening and raised it to your lips. NO, my mind screamed, if you taste me you’ll want more but of course your eyes closed like a child with fresh ice cream when my salty sweet nectar hit your tongue.

You slid your hands under me and squeezed my cheeks hard pulling me to your mouth to drink like a man who’s been in the desert for days, securing my legs on your shoulders as you quenched your thirst. I reached to fight you and grabbed a fistful of your hair instead. I wanted YOU inside me, not your tongue! But the words wouldn’t form for fear you’d punish me again by leaving, the price of disobedience much too high. A lesson that I won’t forget, painful weeks spent yearning for you.

The enticing rhythm of your tongue and deep bass growls of pleasure from you brought me to climax, you drank from my fountain with pure greed. Thinking you satisfied, my lips formed a knowing smile anticipating your impalement.

I cried out in protest as you slid your finger into me to press on my sweet spot. You’ve come to know my body well, playing me like a fine tuned instrument. My cries of pleasure and climax your music, you brought me to orgasm over and over to suckle each sweet drop of nectar.

Finally, I was too weak to beg you to stop, my legs hung limp and my arms barely twitched when I tried to stop you. That’s when you lifted me fully onto the bed and spread my weak legs wide to enter me. I lay as if in a coma, watching you hover over me, unable to move and realized this had been your goal all along.

You pinned my useless hands by their wrists on either side of my head, as if I would fight you when we both knew better. The pressure of your body on mine, the warmth of your skin coupled with the delicious weight of you caused my core to heat with impossible need.

You turned my head to the side nudging forcefully with your own to rest your forehead on the curve of my neck as you entered me. The feel of your warm breath on my skin caused electricity to run down my spine. Slowly, you pulled yourself from my hungry body. I felt the tip of you about to leave me and I whimpered, tightening my pussy in a feeble attempt to hold on. You laughed with your power, plunging into me to do it again and again.

You whispered that I may cum to you when ready and I almost lost control with your words, I could feel how hard you were. Exquisitely close to spilling yourself. I held back, knowing you were waiting for my release, with the only strength I had left. Your breath came faster and I knew you needed me to let go, demanding it with each thrust. You aren’t the only one who can play an instrument.

I smiled to myself, drunk on my own power, then you grabbed my limp leg to pull my knee closer to our bodies and with that shift...I exploded. One final thrust and you emptied your hot seed into me. I pulsed around your cock riding the waves of my violent orgasm. It was my turn to drink from your fountain, sucking each drop from you, I tightened over and over around your manhood. You growled in satisfaction against my neck, bestowing a kiss where you’d bit me during climax and then you were gone.

You left me spread wide and spent on the bed. Empty, wet, cold and aching for you to fill the void again as you grabbed my panties on the way out.

Inhaling my scent from your trophy,

you walked away...

#Erotica #Arousal

Oh, how innocent you look

With those freckles splashed across your face,

Beautiful as the stars shining in the night sky.

Oh, how innocent you look

With those big misty eyes,

Peaceful green and sharp like an uncut emerald.

Oh, how innocent you look

With that sweet smelling hair,

Slightly dishevelled by the motion of your hands

Running through those golden brown strands.

Oh, how innocent you look

With that bright yet reticent smile

And those crescent shaped curves on its end.

But there’s nothing innocent about your lips, now is there?

So plump and pink,

So full and bewitchingly curved,

Bordering on the edge of obscene;

So delightfully tempting,

So sinfully expressive,

Unleashing unlimited desires with the slightest of manipulations.

I drink in every movement those lips make-

Its slight parting

When you take a breath;

The roll of your tongue under the cupid’s bow,

To swipe up that golden drop of whiskey

Or when you bite that voluptuous bottom one

As a telltale sign of nervousness.

And it drives me to the brink of insanity,

As I think to myself how you would look

When you stand in front of me,

Staring into my soul through half-lidded eyes

And darkening irises filled with lust.

Now you wouldn’t look so innocent, would you?

With my name falling sinfully from between those lips

With every groan, moan, whimper and scream

As you beg and implore for more and more

Until I wreck you;

Until I ruin you;

Until I make you mine.

Because innocent might be a good look on you,

But mine?

That would be just about perfect.

(Warning; Eroticism, pain, Satan )

Roses have thorns.

Beware.

His smell enticed her. His colourful words captured her mind. The silky deepness of his eyes drew her to him.

His fingers pinched and pulled her nipples. He was deep inside her. Slowly pounding; pushing. In.

The pain of his pinching was enough to make her gasp and thrust her hips to meet him.

“You belong to me now”, he hissed into her ear before biting her neck.

She wished he would suck her blood like a vampire, taking her into him. Her fingers dug into his back. Pleasure and pain entwined. His

hands clawed into her breasts, drawing blood; their bodies moved as one. His lips crushed hers as he exploded inside her and she responded like fireworks.

Her teeth drew blood from his shoulder as he continued to pound her.

“Don’t stop!′ she hissed.

“Don’t stop!”

He had sold his soul for her. But now she was his and he knew they would never be partied.

He finally had her.

The Devil’s daughter.

As The Whole world sleeps

I can not,

I focus on a calming breath.

Slowly in, and one, two, release.

Less than a minute later,

I forget, it switches back,

Once again, evening scenes,

Reload, rewind, repeat, and pause.

The Routine didn’t change,

Usual places with familiar faces.

Myself and a friend, laughing and chatting,

Then what seemed usual, rearranged.

Senses suddenly aware of a change in the air,

It was almost magnetic in evolution,

a force that overcame will with power,

I closed of my eyes and tried to feel its name,

This vision came, a projected fantasy,

frame by frame.

The man was me, in the dream,

Familiar it seemed although,

Vaguely, I knew this was a new station, Finely tuned to a new musical theme.

As inside me, a desire realizing,

Flint on steel, sparking up, fireflies like lightning.

Instinct rising and upstanding,

The hairs upon my neck, electric.

While Dangerous alarms went suddenly wild.

Clarity is the world of passion,

As passion celebrates an awakening attraction,

Happening truth is the undeniable energy,

Just one step closer toward this friend,

And lightly I brushed a touch.

From that;

Rushing blood heart beats awakening,

Temporal confidence is surging with potential,

Forgotten breath and in this beating chest a skip it did,

Involuntarily Quickening.

Almost nervous, almost afraid,

A Devine taste of something sacred,

A hand slowly shifts,

a string pulls a dream,

Like a light switch click,

harmonic vibrations set free the tone.

Never a word or a thought, this meaning was the silent feeling,

Eye to Eye, faithful hands, so delicately devoted,

Courage was bravely holding fate,

Her clothes mocking, a gesture of layered secrecy

Almost real, the question, shall I seek out this mystery,

Lying Beneath her silky armor,

is her most sacred honor.

As a masculine need takes control,

Her defiance instantly deflates, and a reflex embraces,

A shared sense of glowing growth

She knows her beautiful soul is connected,

So Down this road they both will go.

Upon the wall her shadow stands,

Upon the shadow lays a mans hand,

Softly across her it slides, up her shoulders blade,

Floating without a thought toward

The bare skin upon her neck.

Sudden sensations, true connection.

Lightly fingers trace the shape of each other’s impression,

As one presses the other does follows,

until closer, closure In it soon ensues.

beginning this tingling awakens,

skin on skin,

And at last the frozen breath,

lost and found,

Releases expectation.

From her lips a soft moan pleads pleasure,

The harmonic tone vibrates itself into a symphony,

A sound felt fire of flame.

The taste of desire, resonating within,

The journey begins as her head falls to her left,

The vampires un-resistible temptation,

pulsating in arterial revelation.

He seizes her will in his,

in each other a chill does rise.

Intimacy unfolding.

As his face passes her necklace of golden lace,

He stops ever so close,

her earrings sparkle in his eyes,

And as soft as a humming birds wing,

He whispers.

In this, is my honor

This moment is alone

It’s for me to show you

The exact nature of your power,

The desire you inspire

The attraction of undeniable Passion.

This is a place and it’s well within reach,

As the world ends and time stands still,

All I wish is to know is your soul intertwined around mine.

From Within the depths of the ocean seas,

A breath of creation,

Release yourself to know the way,

The way you feel,

When I be me, and you be you,

Discover this true experience,

Fearless and ferocious

Hold nothing back.

Show me the true beauty of

Your naked soul.

I alone demand to know.

As the whole world sleeps

I can not.

As my eyes slowly close,

you lean into my seductive embrace

The smell of our hot breath

dancing and entwining

As our lips vigorously passionately

touch and taste each other

In that instant you realize the intense heat

radiating from my swollen puckered lips

Hmmm...aroused I see,

you cheerfully tease

In one quick motion you

sharply inhale just as I

lightly bite your lip nervously

Then a low growl escapes

your luscious lips

I tautly push my body against you

rhythmically we arouse each other

With nothing more than sensual kisses

and our sensualist bodies

Low light sprays your form,

your figure, as you sleep there.

I, rapt, gaze on you.

You have come unwrapped.

Flick of light catches a snatch,

your hair outlining

contours of your lithe,

sinuous, ample curving.

Just I take it in.