
The quiet beauty of intimacy.
The ineffable stillness of love.

Her experienced fingers excite the place where the feeling of pleasure still lingers. The privacy of darkness conceals the extent of her wetness. She is passionate, and in the comfort of her bedroom she can moan as loud as she wants and spread her legs wide in a showing of her sexual forwardness; she wants to have more orgasms, not less — so she spanks herself, fantasizing about the transcendence of pleasurable roughness. She is so wet. Her ass begs for the use of her vibrating dildo, so she gets up and retrieves it, returning to her bed then deciding to ride her pillow. The stimulation of her clit feels so fucking good; she moans as she lightly pinches her nipples. Still, her ass can’t be ignored, so she turns to the side with her pillow between her legs as her ass is thoroughly pleased from the dildo’s vibrating head; recalling what she said to a past lover in an erotic whisper, to herself she says, I’m your whore, make me beg. She screams, squirting on her pillow and all over her bed.

Through the unbridled giving of pleasure,
he passionately expresses his love for her
and says three words in a beautiful whisper.

She is a flower who cried the day they threw her away,
but loving hands reached for her and placed her in water,
and nourished her, and deeply cared for her.
Her petals were bruised because she was misused,
and even with scars on her stem, she flourished
and found healing — under soft light, her beauty is revealing
of something delicate, transcendent, and heaven sent;
Joyous tears fall on her petals, and radiantly she blooms forever.
She is beautiful in the spring, fall, summer, and winter.

He calls her, and she walks closer to the familiar
euphoria of riding the full length of his measure.
She is already wet, contemplating his tongue on her,
with the penetration of his fingers as she moans and writhes in pleasure.
She wants to look at him as she tastes him and be spanked in doggy after.
Where she is tight, she wants him to slowly slide inside her
as she releases loudly, using her vibrator, drenched in wetness
because of his thickness and the words of his erotic whispers.

They are beautiful, especially when complimented by
open toe heels in the summer, but are appreciated
through all seasons, even in the cold of the winter.
They come in a wide variety of designs and colors
and can highlight a woman’s femininity like no other.
A pedicure can match the color of a dress wonderfully
and can be shown at any number of events, formally or informally.
In stiletto sandals, they are definitely breathtakingly sexy
and are a part of many men’s sexual fantasies.

During sex, they are often sucked and licked sensually
and can increase intense desire very easily.
Through sheer stockings, pedicures are often displayed teasingly
and can elicit many whispers and stares from many.
In the right colors and designs they can even be a source of envy.
It takes time and perfection to do them flawlessly;
the exfoliation of the soles and the polishing of toes
are often adored, and the whispers after are,
What a gorgeous pedicure.


To know a woman’s nature;
To capture the essence of her;
To touch the depths of her soul;
To gently hold her heart;
To be sweetly and deeply in love;
To discover her deepest wants;
To love without fear;
To together shed tears;
To tell her secrets never told;
To intimately touch her
and tell her that you need her;
To feel her in your soul;
To fearlessly lose control.