I’m so wet, is what she said to herself under her breath,
While with her eyes closed, she moaned and touched herself.
It was a previous event that she was so ecstatic to recollect.
On a stormy Friday, early in the afternoon is when they met,
And by the twilight of the evening, she was screaming
With her hands behind her back, drenched in euphotic sweat.
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.
If you should doubt my love for you,
look into the sincerity of my eyes.
If you should wonder about the depths of my pain,
listen intently to the hurt in my cries.
If you should love me,
love me completely and unconditionally,
with the tenderness of your heart in sincerity.
If you should cast me away,
kiss me with finality, and let me go gently.
If you should be my wife,
embrace me assertively, and tell me you will love me
with everything within you, for the rest of your life.
If we should be together,
let us make moments to remember,
even in old age, keeping our fire—
being enkindled in each other’s desire forever.
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.
Keith Washington – Make Time for Love
The most fragile parts of me I reveal to you openly.
Without fear, I shine light on the secrecy of my vulnerabilities,
Letting go, and giving you the most intimate parts of me, willingly.
See me in my sincerity, and take me into your heart lovingly—
For I am a man of strength, devotion, and intimacy
Who has survived the bitter cold of tragedy and has loved deeply;
The seasons pass by — and many tears I have cried silently.
If you receive me, receive me completely, in my joy; in my agony.
Her memory takes her back
to a long fulfilled fantasy.
She had waited for so long,
but then her secret desire, happened finally.
On that particular day,
the weather was stormy;
she walked in, wearing
seductive heels as she
made her way to her room,
passing through the hotel lobby.
Concealed, under her belted
cream colored trench coat—
were black lace thong panties,
a matching black lace bra,
and a silk black teddy.
With excitement,
she got herself ready;
the anticipation, causing her
to be wet with intensity.
If walls could tell the story
of what they see,
it would not be only two
engaged in the heights
of euphoria and ecstasy,
but there would be three.
The erotic positions of
her fantasy were incredible;
The feelings and sounds
of unadulterated pleasure,
unforgettable.
In her surrender, she found unparalleled pleasure.
The words that are said in the most intense moments
are conveyed through sensual whispers and are remembered after.
The fervor of her drive, is like an erotic book with unending chapters;
the usual monotonous positions are left behind in their euphoric discovery
as they both transcend to higher heights of intimacy and ecstasy.
The expressions of her eroticism were the fulfillment of a long held fantasy.
The passion of their interaction could never be duplicated;
every session, is like a salacious entry written secretly in a personal diary—
unique in its exitance, untamed, erotogenic, and fiery.
Her open toe heels, and black silk romper teddy are beautiful simplicity,
yet sexually appealing — highlighting the essence of her femininity.
The importance of foreplay is not missed,
in the sexually stimulating places that he is so enthusiastic to kiss—
She cannot hide her true desires that are revealed in her wetness;
the closing of her eyes, and her sensual sighs, tell him to keep going.
In pleasing her, he is also pleasing himself, in his undying yearning.
Her hips move in a rhythmic circular motion
that cause unselfconscious orgasms and uncontrollable screaming;
In the heat of passion, it is deep inside her that she feels him—
She kisses him again, deeply, to make sure she is not dreaming.
She gives in to pleasure,
Taken by the passion of his kisses
And the depth of his measure.
She knows that he wants her,
Driving the instincts of his primal stamina
With every provocative word that she whispers.
She closes her eyes, releasing all of her;
Wildly, reverberating sounds of rapture,
In euphoric erotic surrender.
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