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
It was another tryst.
Her excitement dripped
for the man that she missed.
As soon as she saw him,
she fell into his arms,
and they passionately kissed;
she went lower and lower
to suck on his hardness.
His sounds of pleasure
caused her to become
increasingly wetter and wetter;
To her, the taste of him
became even better and better.
She wanted to feel him inside her;
she would have drained him
right there, if he would let her.
While deep inside her,
he firmly spanked her
and told her to say his name
loudly, letter by letter.
When he asked her if
she would ever give it
away to anyone else,
she looked back at him,
and through heavy
breathing, she said,
Never.
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.
Words cannot describe the feelings that I’ve long held inside, because of the way you cried and what we both survived. You were an angel to a brown eyed child who sometimes felt cast aside by the world when he went outside. In my heart, you abide a beautiful woman, crowned with heaven’s stars, with diamond eyes created in light divine. Every person has has a mother, but you are mine. They see a part of you when they look into my eyes. When I weep, I hope you hear my solemn cries, and in my joyfulness, I hope you see the serenity in my smile. I am forever your child, born of your pain, with your blood in my veins. In the twilight, I feel you looking upon me lovingly; I whisper to you the sentiments in my heart that are true, and I hold within my soul beautiful discoveries that are new. In the late hours, I contemplate your favorite Bougainvillea flowers, and in beautiful colors I see you. I will say with everything in me for an eternity, that I love you. My Mother. My Angel.
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.
He kept skillfully using his tongue to please her, while at the same time,
slowly sliding his fingers rhythmically and passionately in and out of her.
Without being asked, he longingly ventured lower so his tongue could explore her ass.
He teased her as he went deeper, looking into her eyes directly as she begged for more;
She told him seductively that she needed him and that she wanted to be his whore.
She held on long to savor the pleasure, but unable to take it anymore,
she let go — drenching his face with the wetness of her squirting organ—
and muffling her erotic screams in the softness of her white pillows;
her face of erotic euphoria slightly turned and pressed against the headboard.
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.
Lace, wraps the contours of her body beautifully.
Her gloss red nails contrasts against her tulle tights sensually.
She is a goddess in heels, essentially; a woman, who other women envy.
Without her stilettos, she stands at 5’3″ wonderfully.
Reverse cowgirl is her favorite position, but to climax
A little differently, she likes to ride his tongue, occasionally.
When he’s inside her from behind, she likes to look back at him teasingly.
To go deeper inside her, he holds onto her garter belt tightly.
She does her own nails, but most times, she gets them done professionally.
Sometimes, he teases her, by licking her wetness through her panties;
She wants him to release all over her torn sheer stockings and black heels.
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.
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