The remnants of shattered hopes lay strewn around me as if awaiting to be resurrected suddenly. The cruel irony; I was utterly broken without even knowing — I was listless as I was drowning. I was taken by beauty and ecstasy with heavy breathing. Thoughts of beautiful intimacy taunt me, causing restless craving. Once again, I am alone when the walls close in. I tearfully pray to glide on the glory of an angel’s wings. I arise in the darkness before dawn to hear morning birds sing, seeking the genesis of an intimate awakening.
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It was pain that brought us together, and for many seasons we truly loved each other — but it was also pain that cruelly tore us asunder. My tragedy, is that pain refuses to leave me, though in quiet rooms I cry constantly, trying in vain to purge through tears what has become a part of me.
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Still, my heart writes letters to her in the wee hours when emptiness pervades and the longing of the soul does not go away. The last words memories replay are, I love you. Please stay.
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They said it was the devil that made her lustful after she discovered that giving and receiving oral is wonderful. They said that she used to be an angel. They impressed upon her vehemently that she should never try anal. They told her that women should not expect to have orgasms. They said that she should be a real woman and settle down with a husband. They called her a whore because she broke free from sexual boredom. They said it is unladylike for a woman to please herself and that when a woman is horny she should think of something else. They told her that pleasure is tertiary and that she should put her sexual desires indefinitely on the shelf. They said that for her many sins she would burn in hell. In turn, she told them all to go fuck themselves.
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Pink lace holds sensual anticipation in a tight embrace. The profundity of ecstasy is left to permeate the erotic mind. A woman desperately wants to touch herself, but her hands are tied. Her erotic instructor strokes himself in-front of her, giving her full view of the size that she will ride. Her utterances and moans convey the vehemence of the lust in her eyes. She wants the mutual pleasure of a sixty-nine; she wants to look back at him as he’s inside her from behind. She wants to mount and ride his considerably large hardness. On his pleasure she wants to grind. He will make her wait. He will bring his deeply desired erectness close to her face. Maybe, he will let her taste — and whisper to her, Every good thing comes in time.
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In heightened sensuality, there is a beautiful rediscovery of what invigorates the erotic senses and excites the body thoroughly. A couple will fuck intensely after a cocktail party and then head to the Trapeze for more excitement and after midnight orgies.
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Feline fantasies are the excitement of her psyche that for so long have been played out in secrecy because of what lovers and others may think of her kink. She’s fucking ready. She says, fuck them, subtly, with the display of her latex cat hood prominently; when she’s being pleased thoroughly, she screams, fuck my pussy. Leather and latex against her skin and mask wearing, she finds particularly exciting. Role play, brings a distinct intensity to the passion of her orgasms. She likes her ass to be spanked hard with her hands tied behind her back during sex when she’s wearing full body latex. An explanation of the passion of the kink that causes wetness between her thighs and the excitement in her eyes, is nobody’s fucking business. Her arms and legs will be spread as she’s tied to the four posts of a bed, where she’ll give eye watering head and have her pussy rubbed and teased until she begs.
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Sarah Vaughan – Misty (live from Sweden)
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Slowly, wetness permeates satin panties. A woman awaits a spanking and a fucking that will be following. She will make the satisfaction of her pleasure known through intense orgasms and screaming. She is finally doing what she has been dreaming. Doggy, is the position in which she will be deepthroating. She bends over on the seat of a chair, silently waiting; her eyes closed — her nipples needing to be lightly brushed and sucked; her pussy throbbing.
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I adore your femininity. Allow me to wash you hair gently, kissing you intermittently and applying your favorite brand of conditioner. I know it’s something simple, but you look beautiful with your hair wrapped in a towel after a long hot shower. When you curl your hair it reminds me of my grandmother, using her hair pins and rollers. The fresh scent of conditioner and shampoo on you flame desires within me. If you’re too busy to get your feet professionally done, you do your own pedicures with exquisite perfection. Sometimes, you even allow the colors of your manicures and pedicures to be my decision. You know that my favorite colors on you are dark purple, flamingo hot pink, beige cream and plum. Gloss polish is brushed on sanded and filed toes with precision. Curled hair that falls past your shoulders is beautiful and feminine; you look absolutely stunning when you put in your diamond earrings. Smooth moisturized legs without stockings, look so sexy in heels, size seven. If I may say again, it is so subtly beautiful and feminine — like lipstick from a lip imprint on a white napkin. At the end of the day, I massage your feet draped with gold anklets; your perfume still floral and heavenly, erotically intoxicates me. I sit and watch as you slowly take off your makeup in your vanity as you speak to me lovingly.
Intimate Compositions 