Before she fucks him, she always takes of her wedding rings. She says she sincerely loves her husband, but his dysfunction does not allow him to satisfy her constant craving. Often in uncontrollable amorous throbbing, she touches herself, and she uses many different toys of her choosing; but her desire is for the sensuous feeling of the real thing. With her lover, at first, per agreement, there was just primal fucking, not intimate kissing — but as time went on, rules were broken, and her husband, she divorced him; and her lover, she fell in love with him. But her lover, he was not faithful to her, for her lover had wives, mothers and others. Some were for pleasure, some were for the money of his hire. Often after the quenching of her lustful hunger, she thinks about the husband who unconditionally loved her when she is in the shower. She misses her husband’s loving whispers and sincerely affectionate kisses. She misses the way she was held. She cries, because he rescued her from emotionally hell, took care of her wonderfully and treated her so well. But he could not satisfy her sexually — he could not bring her to ecstasy; he could not quench the fire within her. The bareness of her ring finger signifies the story of tragedy, and even after ecstasy, still, she is unhappy.
Tag: Intimacy
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Sweet grapes of your vineyard are excitedly crushed. Your wine flows effortlessly fermented in ecstasy — the taste of you intoxicates me as I drink more and more from your sensuous cup.
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The darkness offers an indescribable solace. The smoothness of her skin is the epitome of the magnificence of a woman’s softness. Soft light gently illuminates the feminine beauty and sensuousness that so many envy. They lust after her curvature but foolishly step over her true power as a natural nurturer; they could never be profound and loving enough to dig deeper to find the diamonds hidden within her. Indeed, she is a beautiful wonder yet to be discovered. She is alone with her thoughts. The contemplation of her is like a revered book constantly read, re-read and referenced by the most distinguished scholars. To kiss her is heavenly — to possess her heart is to have a gift desired ineffably . To know even just a small portion of her secrets is to know her intimately. To know the loving thoughts expressed in her eyes; to truly resonate with the pain in her cries, is to know pure love eternally.
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The savor of ecstasy is pleasurable like the taste of sweet cream slowly poured over freshly harvested and perfectly ripened deep red strawberries, or like heavy whipping cream in the highest quality rich dark Colombian coffee, sweetened flawlessly. Climactic eruption always happens with the use of a skilled tongue and fingers drenched with the passion of penetration. The feeling of oncoming explosive ecstasy is felt with distinct erotic vibrations. It could happen with deep breathing and euphoric screaming; it could happen with uncontrollable shaking and profoundly intimate whisperings. If a woman’s sexual senses are heightened enough, it could happen within seconds of her erogenous zones being touched. It is a thing of beauty to witness a woman orgasm in the depths of erotic immersion. Moments of unforgettable pleasure will be replayed in her thoughts forever. To know her body thoroughly is to know the sweetness of her, but it is only true rapture that will draw out her nectar. Soft kisses between her thighs while looking into her eyes intently, is the key that unlocks one of several doors that lead to full discovery of her erotic mystery.
The sweet taste of her is savored like Dulce de leche lingering on taste buds…so what then is the makeup of her essence? It is the mint freshness of her breath, the sensual womanhood of her breasts, her intimate spirit that vastly transcends mere sex, the prettiness of her feet that makes her goddess like aura complete, the love in her eyes that is immeasurably deep, the way her hair flows over pillows when she is asleep, the wonderful scent of her hair as if washed with heaven’s joyous tears, the heart shaped lips through which beautiful whispers are spoken and the beauty and strength of her spirit that can never be broken. She is a glorious culmination of all things feminine, like the way she sits on the edge of her bed and moisturizes her skin or the way she puts in her pear shaped stud diamond earrings. She is sweet. She is indeed sweet like crema dulce, a mouth watering craving enjoyed thoroughly and immeasurably.
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The pleasure from pleasing is manifest in moaning and wetness. There is an intensity in throbbing when intimacy is heightened. Lustful eyes gaze upon beautiful contours that will be licked, kissed and further explored. Sincere whisperings of intimate confessions is eroticism in its purest form.
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The grinding of her pleasure receptive clit against the stiff eagerness of his tongue causes her to feel every measure of his intent. She sucks his large hardness at the same time he does this. The more she intensely sucks, the more his purposed tongue wants to explore. The both want more. Her skin is soft and fragranced from bath oils and perfume. Her perfectly polished toes in peep toe heels had already enticed his desire for her before the position they are in. Her supple breasts are pressed against his euphoric flesh as she teases his cock-head and strokes his thickness. She looks back at him and takes a long pause, because what’s being done to her causes her body to shudder. She moans and closes her eyes to fully take in the ecstasy, leaning back slightly to feel the thrusts and writhing of his tongue more intensely. Still, she sucks and strokes his cock, looking back periodically and whispering passionately, Baby, don’t stop. Please, don’t fucking stop. Until there is uncontrollable shaking and unforgettable oral orgasms from marathon love making, he will not.
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The voice of a woman’s euphoria is a thing of beauty; when she says, make love to me, she means it with deep sincerity. Her aura is wonderful — she should be carefully handled like a flower placed in water delicately. The exploration of her mind and body is a fascinating journey. Her whispers are deep passion; her kisses, pure ecstasy.
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The craving of the flesh will not rest until ecstasy is let out through sincere screams and deep breaths. Every inch of pleasure is savored; every downward thrust and upward motion leading to a transcendent like explosive culmination. Pleasure receptors hold onto every sensual sensation. The ride is slow so girth and length can be more profoundly felt. Yes, the ride is slow, but the intimacy is deeper, and the euphoria is more intense.
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Morning light highlights the faces of lovers, who truly love each other and with sincere tears, kisses, and beautiful whispers, made vows at midnight to be together forever.
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Let us commune with each other, lie together, and cry together over the pain that makes our bond stronger; I swear on my deceased mother, not my father, that I love you now, and I will love you forever.
Intimate Compositions 