Seductive whispers drive her passion
To the edge of an intense orgasm.
For so long, longing lips wanted to be kissed;
For so long, she wanted to be missed.
For so long, she was unhappy in her prior relationship,
But now, finally — she is his.
He loves her deeply, expressing his
Passionate feelings through intimacy;
Undoubtedly, they belong to each other completely.
As he goes deeper inside her—
Through luscious lips,
She whispers his name amorously.
They met at a five star hotel for a three day tryst;
they both told their significant others that
they would be away for a few days on business.
For her flight, she wore a recently purchased
violet lingerie set underneath an off–white dress
and black pumps that glamorized her steps.
Upon seeing her lover, she was immediately wet.
As soon as they made their way to the hotel room,
they quickly undressed and had passionate sex.
After another round, they showered and dressed;
He wore a suit — and she wore a short black dress
with black heels that complimented her legs.
They took the elevator down to the restaurant
to have dinner, and also to refresh themselves.
After desert, they made their way to the bar for drinks;
him, a vodka on the rocks — and her, a dirty martini,
garnished with two extra olives she requested
in a beautiful cocktail glass that was pink.
In a dark setting, she kissed him and whispered
that she wanted him inside her again.
On the elevator on the way up, she got on her knees and tasted him;
back in their lavish suite, they fucked, again and again.
It was a three day tryst to quench the fire of their lust and longing within.
On her flight back home, she thought of the way he made her moan.
Her nipples became erect — and in her seat, she was soaking wet.
The most intense sex couldn’t scratch the surface
of her lascivious desires that are secret.
To not only want two but three men
at the same time, lingers on her mind.
She uses an extremely flexible double–ended dildo
and a variety of vibrators to keep herself satisfied.
At least once a day, she makes time to play;
screaming loudly as she releases uncontrollably.
The thought of them inside her excites her.
She dreams of walking into a dimly lit room
wearing lingerie and black stiletto heel sandals—
where three brawny men would be awaiting.
To write of her excitement in that moment,
would be words not easily contemplated.
First, roughly from behind, she wants to be taken;
while at the same time, looking into the eyes
of the man in–front of her, as she tastes him.
To have her hair pulled as she is being pummeled
on her knees, would be something that would thoroughly please;
she would certainly euphorically scream
as she feels the pleasure from the measure
of the other she rides, who is underneath.
She contemplates the lustful whispers they would say to her
as inside her, they would both be deep.
She has another intense orgasm,
thinking of the secret desires that she keeps.
Her wet fingers, rub the places
the feelings of his measure still linger;
her bed is soaked with the passion
of vividly recollected memories.
She teases herself to make the euphoria last longer;
pinching her erect nipples,
And then deciding to use the vibrator
that is beside her, to climax harder.
With her legs open, she thinks of him
while heavily breathing and sensually whispering.
On the advent of her next orgasm,
her body erotically writhes,
as if she is experiencing a spasm.
She licks the tip of the vibrator as if she is teasing him,
only to place it back inside her,
before intensely releasing again.
She feels sexy in the black stiletto sandals
that she is beautifully wearing.
To spank herself, she turns over
and moves into doggy position;
loudly screaming, with the windows open,
she hopes that the tall masculine neighbor
that often waves to her is listening.
She holds long held secret desires within her.
In her dreams, she tells him to go deeper and spank her harder.
She wants her hair to be pulled, with her hands tied behind her—
Dressed in heels, lace black stay-up thigh highs, and a lace black garter.
She wants him to place his hand around her neck
When he firmly flips her over and passionately kiss her;
Her desire, is to drive his lust even more with lascivious and seductive whispers.
She wants to tease him with her tongue and suck his fingers;
She wants his length and thickness in yet unexplored places,
And to use her favorite vibrator, while he is still inside her.
She wants to have lasting euphoric feelings even after,
And tease her nipples with one hand, and with the other—
Finger the places where the feeling of his measure still lingers.
She wants to call him and let him listen to her moans and her screaming;
And tell him, to take his clothes off and stroke himself until he gets off.
It is a man she sees everyday. She wants to taste him.
She wants to fuck him. She wants to stop dreaming.
Remembering, the taste of his lips and the depths of him,
She waits restlessly, touching herself after undressing.
She is excited by every little sound that could be him;
The minutes go by, and still, there, after an hour and a half
She lies, unclothed with deep desire in her eyes.
The doorknob turns, and he walks in;
She turns and looks at him, as she calls his name
Brushing her fingers against her nipples seductively in her whispering.
Removing the comforter that covers her,
She reveals her deep desire for him;
He comes closer and passionately touches her;
She sucks his fingers, and then moves them lower.
She moans, as he slowly enters her; they deeply kiss.
For so long, she had waited for him—
And now, against the wall, he lifts her over his head—
His broad shoulders under her legs.
She places her hands firmly around his neck;
His tongue, already exploring the longing of her
Anticipation that is dripping wet.
I’m so wet, is what she said to herself under her breath,
While with her eyes closed, she moaned and touched herself.
It was a previous event that she was so ecstatic to recollect.
On a stormy Friday, early in the afternoon is when they met,
And by the twilight of the evening, she was screaming
With her hands behind her back, drenched in euphotic sweat.
Unapologetically, she is sexually free, immersed in pleasure and sensuality. She tastes him, using her tongue teasingly; then looking into his eyes intently, she takes him deeply and slowly with intensity. As his fingers enter the dripping wetness of her pussy, she breathes deeply and says his name purposely. Wanting to pleasure her more, he lifts her legs over his face — her feet pressed against the black velvet upholstered headboard. He begins to use his tongue skillfully to stimulate the erogenous spot that can’t be ignored; she sucks him deeper, moaning with pleasure. Longingly, his tongue moves erotically and intensely; teasingly, outside and inside her, and then outside her again. His immense erectness is the rage of his fire that desires her. Unable to take it any longer, she releases all over him, but he keeps going as if not noticing. Her loud screams, signal waves of pleasure that take over. To taste herself, she kisses him and sucks his fingers. In silent euphoria, from behind he takes her; the fire in him causing an erotic rhythm that quenches the lustful want of her longing. Using the leverage of her hands on the wall, she pushes back against him — causing him to find unexplored depths of her, as she turns her face to the left to look at him. He asks her if she belongs to him through a passionate tone of sensual whispering; she answers, yes, guiding his hand to caress her breasts. They switch from one erotic position to the next, but she is dying to ride him. So she rides him roughly and vigorously without stopping — her hands around his neck. She does not cheat herself, going all the way up the full length of his dick, and then slamming herself back down, to feel the ecstasy of his width. As if in a trance, while sweating, somehow — she keeps her determined rhythm. Eagerly, she wants to cum again, but she wants to cum with him. As she feels the coming explosion, she counts down from ten; barely making it to five, they both release loudly, looking into each other’s eyes.
She screams his name louder and louder;
Enthusiastically, he goes deeper and deeper.
If only he knew, that she does not scream for him
But that she fantasizes about another.
If only he knew, that her excitement for him is not true
And that she entices him with erotic whispers
So he can quickly reach his climax and be through;
If only he knew, that another man captures her
And that for him, she wears her best heels,
Short dress, and most enticing perfume.
If only he knew, that she touches herself
All day when he is away, and climaxes with such intensity.
If only he knew, that she drips with lust
When she is around her long desired lover
And is overtaken in her wet excitement,
When his hands inadvertently brush against her.
If only he knew, that she doesn’t belong to him,
But that now, she belongs to another.
If only he knew, that she dreams of his length
And thickness, deeper and deeper inside her.
If only he knew, that she wants to take him in her mouth
Before she straddles him as he is sitting.
If only he knew, that she wants him to reach
His climax inside her, as she is sensually whispering.
If only he knew, that she is untrue
When he asks her, do you like me inside you?
And she seductively says, I do.
If only he knew.
Her memory takes her back
to a long fulfilled fantasy.
She had waited for so long,
but then her secret desire, happened finally.
On that particular day,
the weather was stormy;
she walked in, wearing
seductive heels as she
made her way to her room,
passing through the hotel lobby.
Concealed, under her belted
cream colored trench coat—
were black lace thong panties,
a matching black lace bra,
and a silk black teddy.
With excitement,
she got herself ready;
the anticipation, causing her
to be wet with intensity.
If walls could tell the story
of what they see,
it would not be only two
engaged in the heights
of euphoria and ecstasy,
but there would be three.
The erotic positions of
her fantasy were incredible;
The feelings and sounds
of unadulterated pleasure,
unforgettable.
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