
Over the phone in sensual tones of heavy breathing, she asked him again and again if she could release what for so long she had been holding.
He said, not yet; keep going.

Over the phone in sensual tones of heavy breathing, she asked him again and again if she could release what for so long she had been holding.
He said, not yet; keep going.

Pointed toe stilettos
over black stockings
conceal the dark purple
pedicure she had recently gotten.
Faithfully, every two weeks
she takes care of her feet,
to the delight of her husband.
During sex, he likes to suck her toes,
and he spoils her rotten.
Her closet is filled with
stiletto heel sandals,
sexy stiletto boots,
and a wide variety
of Louboutin
red bottoms.

For so long she’s wanted him.
Impatiently — she awaits,
Extremely aroused in her longing.
There is no escaping the erotic
Nature that drives her.

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.

Overcome with intense anticipation
She touches herself in partial undress—
Taking the edge off with her fingers,
And the sounds of heavy breaths.
Listening intently for his steps,
She wants him to come in, sit,
And watch her play with herself before sex.
He walks in, and she keeps going;
Saying his name seductively
Between uncontrolled moaning.
Slowly he starts undressing,
Enticed by her sensual writhing
And the lustful words of her whispering.
The usual foreplay is skipped;
While she she rides him, they deeply kiss.
Sensually, in a circular motion
She vigorously moves her hips.
Passionate confessions are orated
Through sincere and amorous lips;
After the first wave, she holds onto him
Screaming, her body shaking
As if she was involuntarily dancing.
After the second wave, they release together;
The measure of him, deep inside her.
The beauty in their intensity
Is the height of their euphoria,
And the length of the breathtaking
Intimate silence after.

Every touch is transcendent;
Every whisper, from seductive lips are passionate;
Every thrust is purposed;
Every zone teased, sucked, and licked
Is erogenous;
Every released orgasm is intense;
Every silent second after,
An intimate reflection without pretense;
Every I love you, is true;
Every answer to every concupiscent question,
Is, I do.

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.

Polished toes, peek through
holes in black stilettos.
She accepts compliments cheerfully
when they say her style is sexy,
but she already knows.
An ankle bracelet and fresh pedicure
compliment the heels she adorns;
they are not brand new
but comfortable and lightly worn.
In a sundress, she causes many heads to turn;
every other week, her toes are displayed
with a magnificent new color.
With confidence and fire,
she rules the summer;
in flats she is beautiful,
but in heels, she is like no other.

With every euphoric breath,
She takes the thrusts
Of his focused depths—
Kissing him passionately,
As they both sweat in intensity;
In waves of unending ecstasy,
She Loses herself.

The pages of her diary are filled with
memorable recollections of ecstasy and agony.
In the most intimate writing of her secrecy,
she documents the otherworldly pleasure
of absolutely irresistible ecstasy found in agony.