For so long, she was away from him
And shed tears that were carried in desolate winds;
Now, joyous tears fall onto her hair
From the face of an exceedingly loving man,
And in the warmth and tight grip of his embrace,
She is safe and loved again.
Tag: Romance
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The greatest tragedy would be the disappearance of your beautiful face from the index of my memories. In my blindness, I would try to find you; In desolate darkness, unceasingly, I would loudly call for you — hoping to be again in your embrace. In the darkness, I would kiss you, then gently touch the contours of your face, to rediscover your angelic beauty that escaped me and to make sure I never lose you again in the corridors of my memories. I would keep you in the depths of me in a place where there are large full bloomed roses, peaceful fuchsia rivers, flawless blue diamonds and celestial redwood trees. I would brand you upon the chambers of my heart so you could be a part of the life that flows through me and the breath that I breathe.
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My love, If you should ever leave,
Take the beautiful parts of our moments,
And replant them in the rich soil
Of your fertile and loving heart
So I can grow again within your soul
And be immersed in the depths of you forever;
Remember the way I loved you without fear—
Remember the sincerity of my joyous tears.
Nurture me within your wondrous essence,
And carry me with you wherever you may be.
Let me breathe the breath you breathe,
And let me feel the emotions you feel.
Hide me away within the chambers of your heart,
And let me sleep in the comfort of your heart beat.
Let me arise in the beauty of your hazel eyes,
And be your subtle strength when you cry.
If you should ever give your precious love to another,
Preserve our most loving memories together
So my deep roots do not slowly die and my petals do not wither.
Allow me to flourish within you, even
In the harsh and bitter cold of the winter;
You do not have to keep the door of your love
Wide open for me, but please, just keep
The door slightly cracked so I can at least
peer through and see any love you have left for me;
And if not, let me cry my final tears
And fade away from you, quietly.
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The heightened sense of her sexual pleasure is beautifully manifested through the intensity of her orgasms. As she releases, her pelvic floor muscles contract in wonderful rhythm . The tighter he squeezes, the more powerful she releases; she shudders with euphoria. Fuck me, and Squeeze tighter, are her whispers. He feels so good inside her; she closes her eyes to take in the full feeling of his passion. Between the pleasure of his penetration, he likes to also please her with his tongue. Her sounds and facial reactions inflame him to do more. There is a distinct feeling he knows well when she is on the verge of release again. The silence just before she screams is beautiful. She is well experienced in anal pleasure, and she moans as the thickness of his cock stretches her. With one hand she caresses her lover, and with the other, she rubs her extremely wet vagina with just the right amount of pressure from her proficient fingers. He keeps his hand around her neck tightly and she responds by squirting all over him in primal ecstasy. He loves pleasing her, and he doesn’t want to cum until there is nothing left in her but total exhaustion. With the insertion of a butt plug in her ass, he wants her to ride him fast so he can release what he has been holding at last. The wetness of her pussy causes his cock to slide inside her easily. She rides him, looking into his eyes directly and talking to him through heavy breaths; Cum in my pussy, she says. But he withholds his release to see her reach orgasm at least one last time before it’s over. With excitement, he turns her over, and again, he lightly chokes her, furiously stroking her deeply with a renewed vigor that drives them both to the edge of climax as their intimate connection takes them over.
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Jennifer finally got the fucking she’d been awaiting. She’d long seen the huge bulge protruding from her co-worker’s dress slacks. She dreamed of sucking his big cock and stroked her clit with a powerful vibrator, moaning and squirting on her back. He was her ongoing fantasy, and she’d released intensely many times thinking about him, in fact. Jennifer usually didn’t date co-workers, but she didn’t care anymore. Her throbbing pussy belonged to him, and he didn’t know it; she wanted to be his whore but she didn’t show it. Even at work, she would take bathroom breaks to play with her nipples and rub her clit; sometimes she would be gone from her desk for a long time, but she didn’t give a shit. Being a new home owner, she finally found an excuse to invite him over — at her house warming gathering, many of her family and friends were there. She was dressed exceptionally beautifully with open toes stiletto heels, an off shoulder frills black mini dress, and her long black curled hair. She was happy that her co-worker Dorian was there. She stared at him all evening and smiled at him as he talked to her friends, sitting comfortably on her dinning room chairs. It was getting late, and her guests began to leave; Dorian got up to go, but Jennifer told him, Don’t leave yet, please. All day, all she could think about was the raging fire of her sexual needs. After everyone else left, he stayed behind, and it was then that Jennifer skipped the subtleties — leading him up to her second floor master bedroom, she kissed him deeply and looked into his eyes as she got on her knees. She knew the huge bulge in his pants was going to be hers, and she sucked it passionately like it was. Without words, he just moaned and looked at her; her tongue under the base of his cock, heightening his pleasure. From behind, he took her and fucked her intensely with his long thick measure. The width of his cock stretched her; her pulsating pussy releasing over and over again on him. He would stop intermittently and make her beg for it. Between her hard fucking, she would get back on her knees to taste his dick and the passion she released on it. He took the time to please her with the use of his experienced tongue running up and down on her sensitive clit. She looked back at him with dreamy eyes, biting her lip. Again, he bent her over and pulled her hair as his cock explored inside her everywhere; to make her cum again, he uttered erotic whispers, and fucked her like he really wanted her. His cock thoroughly satisfied her receptive pussy, and she wanted him to spend the night with her, so he stayed and slept over. It wasn’t until the second passionate fucking the morning after, that she realized, the whole time, the bulge in his pants was always for her.
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It’s the way he holds her;
It’s the impassioned kisses
on her neck, back, and shoulders;
It’s the emotion in the words
of his sensual whispers;
It’s his dedication to her pleasure;
It’s the intense fire of his erotic nature;
It’s the deep love in his eyes when
he longingly gazes at her;It’s the way his tongue licks around
her nipples when she rides him;
It’s the way she releases on his girth
over and over again when moaning;
It’s the unbreakable bond between them;
It’s the scorching heat of their shared passion;
It’s the way he takes his time with her
and appreciates her natural beauty;
It’s the way he expresses himself to her
and loves her unconditionally. -
She had been touching herself under the comforter for over an hour,
while she lustfully and longingly stared at her sleeping lover.
The night before, he had bent her over the kitchen counter for an erotic encounter;
His large cock thoroughly satisfied her; when he was deep inside her,
She moaned louder and louder and rubbed her clit faster and faster.
She remembers how he pulled out of her wet passion and placed her right leg
Up on the counter, then got on his knees to skillfully use his tongue;
Two fingers inside of her in addition to his persistent licking made her cum.
But they were far from done; in six inch mule stilettos, she got fucked passionately,
Balancing herself gracefully on the tip of her clear sexy heels;
He firmly gripped her hair as whispered lascivious words in her ears.
With the thickness of his girth, she would have fucked him anywhere,
But after her pleasure on the counter, he sat on a dinning room chair and stared—
She came over promptly and sat on his cock slowly, kissing his lips and neck lovingly.
She then took her heels off so her bare feet could grip the floor securely;
She rode him hard, never once breaking eye contact as she roughly fucked him.
She didn’t care that she had released at least twice before — she wanted more.
With primal lust in her eyes, she told him, I want you to make me your whore;
Fuck me like you really want me — This is your pussy baby; it’s really yours.
Do you fucking hear me? He whispered, Yes — and after his response,
He firmly gripped her breasts, sucking and licking her nipples wildly
As she kept riding him vigorously; he then placed one hand around her neck,
Choking her lightly; she breathed heavily, on the verge of releasing her intensity.
When she riled up his passion, she had felt his throbbing cock become
Even harder in her pussy. The rock hard stiffness of his throbbing cock
Drove her to keep bouncing up and down on it hard, non-stop.
She found her release as she shuddered and squirted all over him, screaming.
He kept going, but they changed positions; he wanted her on her back.
His huge cock–head found the upper chambers of her vagina as
He passionately explored her. He sucked and licked her extremely pretty toes,
And she sucked the length of his fingers. It was something that she whispered,
That caused him to release loudly inside of her unexpectedly.
It was 2 A.M. when they finally went to sleep, but at 7 A.M. she wanted
To feel his passion inside her again; he wasn’t a morning person, so
She didn’t want to wake him; but her wet passion kept dripping,
And her clit was throbbing, so hesitantly, she roused him,
Sucking his cock ardently to arouse him — and when his cock
Was fully hardened, adorned in black satin, she mounted him—
Riding his extended thickness and moaning, again. -
His erect hardness rubs against her vagina as they sensually embrace each other. They kiss under warm water like nothing else matters. Earlier, she couldn’t help but notice his cock protruding, stretching the fabric of his boxers. He knew she was peeking, but he closed his eyes as if he was sleeping — pretending not to see her. It was then, that she pulled down his underwear and took his thickness into her mouth, sucking on him as her fingers found the source of her pleasure that was dripping with the longing of her passion. His manly hands firmly gripped her hair, bringing her mouth down to the base of his throbbing cock; she knew that he didn’t want her to stop, but she teased him, licking around the head of his erectness then pausing to deepthroat the length of his thickness, again and again. Her clit throbbed with engorged excitement as she listened to the sounds of his moaning — wanting to feel him inside her, she moaned with him; she then straddled him with extremely wet anticipation awaiting his passionate insertion. She kissed him passionately and slowly as the thick head of his cock first went in — they both moaned as she fucked him, his mouth giving her sensitive erect nipples much needed attention. Ride me — fuck me, he whispered erotically, after holding her waist and bringing her down on him roughly. She let out several screams as he guided her hands to his neck and said, Fucking, choke me. With her hands around his neck, she rode him vigorously until the pleasure of his dick took away her breath. She moaned, saying his name between screams, lost in the pleasure of passion as if she was in a sexual dream. She wanted to be his whore and swallow every last drop on her knees; she wanted to appeal to his sense of eroticism, whispering, Cum for me baby; cum, please. And they both did , after several more moans and several more minutes of fucking. He turned her around and was happy to please her in her second favorite position. After the passing of an hour, they jumped into the shower to wash and lather each other and do it all over.
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With his mouth he paints a beautiful portrait—
Like a skilled artist with many vibrant colors,
His tongue, constantly lightly brushing against
The sensitive engorged canvas that is her clit.
After the painting is finished, she loves it;
In her mind, the beauty of his work is exhibited. -
Hours prior, he was inside her, but the feeling of the girth of his measure and his tongue still lingers. She’s still wet, so maybe before a nap she’ll use her fingers and vibrator to satisfy her unquenchable desire until her comes back, to undress her slowly, kiss her passionately and again cause her to squirt from an intense ride, from the side, and from missionary. Luckily, she can bring herself to orgasm quickly, if she is extremely busy and doesn’t have much time to play. A thick black vibrating dildo in her ass and her powerful little pink vibrator on her clit, leaves her bed soaking wet every time. Sometimes she positions herself on her bed then spanks herself hard to simulate behind fucked roughly from behind. When he’s inside her, she likes to assert herself as his only lover, saying, Your big dick is mine. Most of the times, before being fucked — his face she likes to ride. His mouth is skillful, and the intricately pleasurable spots of her clitoris and inside her vagina he easily finds. The wetness of her pussy and the feelings inside her when she starts passionately sucking his cock cannot be easily defined. Her intense sucking leads to his moaning and the increasing of an already intense passion between them. Of course she’s had other men, but other men didn’t slowly and purposefully stick their tongue in her ass and two strong fingers in her vagina, only breaking rhythm to lasciviously whisper, Cum for me baby to her. Other men didn’t bend her over in the shower and fuck her with such intense passion, that she euphorically screamed under warm water and also caused her to shake with ecstasy even several minutes after it was over. Other men never stroked their cocks while watching her from a dark corner, appreciating the contours of her beautiful sculpture while she teased them and herself, indulging in the ecstasy of self-pleasure. Now, she lies in bed, her large nipples erect and in need of attention; with one hand, she pinches them, and with the other, she rubs her clit faster and faster on the verge of her intensity, thinking about the return of her lover, and his sexual and erotic propensity.
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