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.
She feels him, and he feels beautiful.
Through waves of pleasure, she lets go
and rides him vigorously in reverse cowgirl;
The fullness of his length and thickness
hit against the pleasure of her erogenous zones,
and she has to pause, to fully savor the joy of her orgasms.
With every thrust, he feels even bigger inside her;
with his strong hands around her waist,
he pulls her down deeper, harder, and faster.
He beautifully paces himself, so he can outlast her,
but her screams, and the way she says his name
increases his passion and makes him even harder.
She feels so good on him, but he wants to taste her
with his fingers inside her, so he can drown in her pleasure.
He tells her his feelings through sensual whispers
and his lascivious words increase the rage of her desire.
The expressions on her face are indescribable,
as he explores her with his tongue from behind on his knees;
he seduces her excitement with sensual words as he says,
Use me; I’m yours … baby, cum for me please.
In her response — her midsentence pause, then erotic silence
is the signal for the coming screams of her release.
She drenches his face in what he was waiting to taste
as she loudly screams and uncontrollably shakes.
Holding her legs with his muscular arms,
in the beauty of the moment he partakes.
Deeply, again, he enters the source of her pleasure
with his tongue, so nothing will go to waste.
Her thigh highs are drenched at the
borders of black lace.
Before she begins she puts heels on with thigh high stockings
And mentions his name at least three times in her whispering
She remembers the skillfulness of his tongue and the measure of him
She is wet with anticipation as her fingers find the sources of her pleasure
She wishes he was there with her so they could cum together
Remembering the sounds of his moaning heightens her desire
She begins slowly but will scream loudly when she goes faster
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.
Let me explore the depths of you, until I thoroughly know you through and through;
during my journey, I want you to also explore me, holding my soul in your warmth lovingly.
And at the end of our exploration, let us come back together again to be lovers and friends,
Kindling the flames of love, intimacy, and passion that can never be quenched.
After the second wave ends, the third wave begins.
Words cannot describe what she feels inside, while
She sits on his face, moaning, with heavy breathing.
His stiffened tongue finds her G-spot, and suddenly
She is flushed with intensity and on the verge of releasing.
His lips and tongue keep going without stopping;
Erotically she screams as she has her third orgasm.
Jennifer was already wet at her desk, but the tone of Vincent’s voice and his seductive stare took her over the edge. She desperately wanted him to suck on the erect nipples of her breasts and bend her over the desk in her office, deeply penetrating her with girth and length that would take away her breath; her mouth watered at the prospect of getting on her knees and intensely sucking him to climax, while at the same time, pleasuring herself. Unable to take the waves of erotic thoughts anymore, she took the elevator down to the thirteenth floor — where she knew there was a single occupancy restroom that was seldom used. She walked through the door. Sprawled on the floor, she pulled down her black lace panties, and on her clit, she let her fingers explore; feverishly rubbing her erogenous spot with one hand, and with the other — lightly pulling and twisting her nipples until she could take no more. Right before releasing, she envisioned him spanking her ass in her office chair and stretching her with his full measure as he pulled her hair. So lost was she in her euphoria, that on that day, Jennifer could have shed tears. She shuddered uncontrollably in pleasure, holding back the screams — but she released through erotic whispers, soaking her stockings in the passion that she concealed.
Twice a day, she makes time to play.
Starved for an orgasm, she kept saying to him, Baby, please make me cum.
She really enjoyed feeling the depths of the girth and length of his shaft,
but on that particular night, he knew that her body craved
the skillful use of his tongue to make the euphoria last.
He started by softly and passionately kissing between her thighs,
then with the tip of his stiffened tongue, he talentedly teased her ass;
he then paused and whispered to her, Suck your fingers then rub your clit while I do this. Through heavy breaths she responded, Okay baby; I thought you’d never ask.
In the day she rests, and at night, she feeds from the blood of punctured necks.
She entices the men she selects, to suck and lick the erogenous nipples of her breasts
and enter the depths of her wetness before they take their last breaths.
She is an erotic vampiress, who enjoys playing with herself in the stillness of darkness.
Remnants of blood that she drinks are licked from her lips adding to her excitement,
until she releases intensely, deciding to taste the passion that drips from her fingers.
Her sexual tones are beautiful, like the voices of many soprano opera singers;
until the dawning of the morning, she allows her intense eroticism to linger—
piercing the darkness with screams of pleasure until the time comes for her slumber.
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