Phenomenal
Professional
Exceptional
Wonderful
Beautiful
Sensual
are but a few of the
words that define you.
You are wonderfully Natural
with a gorgeous hue.
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You are beautiful with the glow of angels, the gorgeous stars claim you as one of their own. Far above where the clouds rest you are home. The sun is your crown and the earth is your throne. You are irreplaceable and wonderful; not inconsequential but special. The very aura of your beauty is exceptional; you transcend on breathtaking levels. Your kisses are healing to the heartbroken — your caresses like gentle summer rain on roses blooming. The depth of your intimacy no one can see but when shared, brings loving words, sincere confessions and joyous tears. Your calming voice expels fear. The deep well of your affectionate soul is like the culmination of heavy rain of one thousand years. You are a goddess who has seen pain and shed tears. You were resurrected from the darkness of affliction into the light of love which can never be prevailed against or overcome. You are one of one, unique in the bask of nature’s illumination. You are the origin of future nations. Destiny has shined on you favorably — you stand powerful in your womanhood and femininity. You see through divine eyes what others cannot see. Through and through you are beautiful, absolutely.
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Almond, honey and milk total lather; the softness of mulberry silk quilts, heavenly texture; first a shower, then warm bath after — immersion in perfumed bath oils at least thirty minutes to one hour; a goddess arises from her slumber in perfectly warm water, pat dries, and is wonderfully moisturized; magnificently arched eyebrows rise above almond eyes; a warm freshly laundered towel from the dryer envelops her; comfortable velvet pink vanity chair in front on vanity mirror — generous application of body butter, pulled up hair, manicured nails, feminine aura. She applies women’s dusting powder by Estée Lauder. Black satin kimono robe rests on supple softness; in expansive walk-in closet several pairs of heels, jewelry, and newly dry cleaned favorite Givenchy spring collection dress. Light sprays of floral perfume drift through bedroom. Lit beeswax candles illuminate sentimental heirlooms. Lavender color satin bedding covers pillow top California king. On vintage French ottoman bench a woman softly sings. She is a woman of the evening. In antique jewelry box lay naturally pink diamond earrings. Café Cubano sips from white porcelain coffee cup on large black marble kitchen table. The night is still young, perhaps she will slip into something sexy to conquer the town. Light blue lace panties from lace mesh bra and panties set under backless turtleneck black mini dress; black square toe heeled mules or stiletto pumps to compliment.
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A gentleman does not disclose to his friends or associates his sexual escapades or prowess. He keeps his intimate life secret, and even when prompted repeatedly he will not reveal it. He will not tell of who was in his bed or the confidential whispers she may have said. The many women he may have had or not had might speak of him favorably to other women or perhaps other men, but he would rather that his privacy not be uncovered. He is a man with many lovers who women find immense pleasure in when discovered. His methods of ecstasy are that of an experienced man who has diligently studied women’s bodies and minds more importantly. He can bring a woman to the heights of ecstasy quickly. He is confident and respectful in his approach, well dressed, and handsome. He will not have a slip of the tongue or brag arrogantly about what he may have done. The pleasure behind closed doors is kept in his memories and hers. Women know that he can be trusted not to speak of it. He can be confided in, and he will forever keep it secret. A gentleman he is, and he will never reveal it. The archive of his experiences are extensive but he will never unseal it.
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My love, listen to me carefully: you are the ascension of joy within me. You are the discovery of immense beauty. Search my heart thoroughly, and find the secret compartments that I keep my precious memories; you will discover that you are there in my embrace eternally at the exact moment when I first caressed your face and kissed you passionately. Stare into your mirror, and see through my eyes what I see — and if tears should fall, know that they are expressions of love from the deep well of my soul. In the comfort of your arms I know that I am truly loved and not alone. Wherever we are together I know that I am home; sweetheart, I know that I am home. For so long I thought that I would forever be alone. I was once shattered, but you made me whole. I am yours completely, search the depths of me, leave nothing unknown. Now, I give you my eternal vow; to love you forever as fervently as I do now. My spirit is drawn to you like the moon’s gravitational pull on the vast oceans. I rise to kiss you, and spiraling waterfalls brush against my face. The physical intimacy of us begins with a gentle touch culminating in a transcendent rush. After, we hold each other, speaking with whispers then fall asleep together in an indescribable hush.
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She assumes the position in which she wants to be taken. Stamina with rhythmic thrusting is what she demands of him. It will not be an underwhelming ten minute session but the beginning of an extended weekend of unbridled passionate marathon fucking. She will get on her knees to please him, ride him and be taken from behind again and again. She will look into his eyes without breaking her stare, opening her legs wider so he can go deeper to please her. His hardened girth will stretch her, massaging the spot that causes instant euphoria, shuddering, swearing then the beautiful silence after. They will be caught in eroticism’s rapture. When he pulls her hair she will call him master over and over through enticing whispers; she will say, fuck me—it’s yours. With an already reddened ass she will ask to be spanked even more. He will take her from the bedroom and fuck her hard against the bathroom door. With his thick member her willing ass he will explore; she is ready and eager to try things she’s never done before. She’s already his constant lover, but she wants more. She wants to explore the depths of hidden pleasure and the allure. She wants to be his everything. She wants to be his whore.
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I am forever yours in sickness and health, in poverty and wealth, through the fires of hell and where the angels with golden crowns dwell. I am yours without transaction or inhibition. I am yours without prodding or convincing; it is gladly with all my heart to love you my decision. I am yours unconditionally and without uncertainty. Cast your gaze upon me, kiss me, and tell me that you love me with tears of sincerity. Let us reaffirm our vows in candlelight silently after the intensity of unadulterated intimacy. I please you with everything within me willingly. My mouth craves the taste of your want. I am infused with the passion of your desire. Your perfume invigorates me, and I am taken away with the wonder of your femininity. The totality of you I love, from crown to feet — everything above and underneath; from the limitless heavens and to the undiscovered depths of the sea. There are many beautiful women under the heavens, but it is only you that I truly see. I belong to you, and you belong to me. Forsaking all others we have become one flesh in life and in death. My breath is your breath, and your breath is my breath. Embrace me in loving nakedness, the suppleness of your beautiful breasts against my chest, let our hearts communicate through joyous rhythm and forever connect.
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Breasts pressed against muscular chest, drenching sweat, sensual sentiments conveyed in inflections spoken through deep breaths, the thorough enjoyment of soft wetness sliding up and down the full length of semi-rigid girthy hardened flesh, the intentional slow pace to make sure every inch of euphoria is felt, the bulbous tip that is rubbed against the pleasure receptive throbbing clit, the primal fucking — the wild kissing, the adrenaline induced thrusting before the first explosion, the letting go of inhibition, the internal stretching and the feeling of the depth of him in her favorite positions, the teasing whispers that increase the intensity like a feather or tips of the fingers brushing against erect nipples, the vibrating plug that increases the want for anal, the skillful use of the tongue that leads her to say, goddamn, baby, I’m going to cum; the absolute hunger for endless pleasure, the way she looks at him when he loudly releases inside of her, the beauty of a blooming flower when they simultaneously climax together, the fulfillment of primal lust when they fuck again in the shower under warm water.
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No more intimacy without passion. No more monotonous positions. No more anticipation that’s not exciting. No more sex without achieving orgasm. No more five to ten minute sessions. No more apprehension of exploration. No more silence to spare potentially hurt feelings. No more hesitation. No more “please take care of your personal hygiene” conversations. No more having to fake it and making loud noises deception. No more wanting to try something new rejections. No more uncomfortable sexual dialogue deflections. No more indecision. No more wearing flats with an evening gown situations. No more nonsensical stipulations. No more “friends” coming over and drinking the expensive bottles of wine set-aside for special occasions. No more, “baby, I drank too much” embarrassment in public locations. No more time and time again, me having to reiterate the responsibilities and expectations set for a nearly middle-aged woman. No more excessive spending. No more “heels hurt my feet” and not seeing the sexiness of polished toes in mules and stilettos in size seven. No more outside influences affecting my relationship. No more bullshit. No more calling me every five minutes in a state of paranoia when I’m out of town on business. No more compromising. No more resentment. No more attempted mind fucking. No more trivial and tiring arguing. No more weeks of prolonged strife for no apparent reason. No more second guessing and wondering. No more talking for hours thinking the situation has been resolved and then two days later it comes back again. No more “I love you so much” not knowing the meaning. No more anything; I’m leaving.
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The taste of passion lingers on the skillful tongue that writhes providing wondrous pleasure. Kissing and licking is the beginning; when there is furious rhythm there is no more teasing, but near the ending there is more desperate trying to envelop the pleasurably lengthy bulbous measure of thick eager erotic nature. The sight of it alone causes the mouth to water. “You have a beautiful cock,” lasciviously she whispers. Purposely looking directly into euphoric eyes, the pace is slower and the engulfing deeper. A lover wants to make the other moan until morning, shower, then fuck again. Primal passion triggers fingers to find a throbbing destination of want where there is wonderful wetness. What a magnificent orchestral sound there is when she sinks her fingers into his muscular chest to ride his strong thickness. Positions are changed several times, but one in particular demands a slow entrance. Upon her arrival he was fully erect noticing that she adorned crotchless panties under her floral mini-dress.
Intimate Compositions 