The sweetness of her was like blackberry brandy mixed with lemonade, freshly crushed blackberries, simple syrup infused with rosemary, and whiskey in the summer poured over ice boulders. The process of intoxication were her lascivious whispers right before every passionate release, over and over. There was always pleasure in pleasing her, but the epitome of intimacy was pressing upon her the fire of my fervor. There was a perfect balance of tasting her while intermittently enticing her with sensual whispers. I would keep going, waiting for an explosion of shudders. I explored deep waters, wanting to be shipwrecked and immersed in the erotic intricacies of all of her. I wanted to be lost, navigating my way to the depths of her most secret pleasures. The scent of her was gardenias and freshly cut roses after a spring shower in Colombia. The cup of her was the most heightened concupiscent erotica. I drank of her rapture, wanting more and more of her.
Tag: Sex
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Ice glides over stiffened nipples which are intermittently sucked and licked with eager warmth. The constant contrast in temperature increases the desire for a deeper pleasure. Slowly melting ice travels to lower erogenous zones that crave to be pleased. Erotic flesh yearns for cold numbness to tease and press against warm wetness. Moaning increases with every slight movement. Legs are held back for ecstasy to thoroughly explore feminine sensitivity. The desire to please takes over with every prompting licentious whisper. The softness of lips and tongue’s skillfulness coordinate with penetrative fingers . . . shudders ensue soon after. Well endowed hardness is mounted; kisses become more passionate with unbroken eye contact. Strong arms and hands on hips create a rhythm that causes trance like eroticism. Without breaking rhythm, she leans back to feel the true measure of him. The fullness of hard length and width causes deeper breathing. Thickness seduces her G – spot, inciting her to savor heights of euphoria before intense release. She is fully immersed in primal want. As she rides and sweats she rubs her breasts repeating words of sensual ecstasy in heavy breath. She must utilize every inch of his hardened flesh. He moans with passion, withstanding the desire to release in the throes of an aggressive fucking. He lets go of her hips, and she takes full control of her movements, slowing her rhythm and leaning in to intimately whisper to him. Her words are enticing, causing him to loudly release inside of her. She explodes silently in ecstasy lost in orgasmic seizure, releasing in screams and uncontrollable shaking right after.
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Fantasies are immersed in an exploration of eroticism. The tongue is a multipurpose tool of seduction; to whisper, to lick her, to suck, to tongue fuck. Wet dreams are when she is wet and daydreaming about being tied up and fucked. She wants the full length and width of a well endowed man in her mouth. She wants to ride his tongue. She wants her ass to be spanked and her hair to be aggressively pulled so she can cum. She even bought handcuffs to restrain her left hand to her bedpost to increase the intensity of her self pleasure. She breathes deeply and shudders when she first stimulates her pussy externally, then she screams, finishing her session with a G-Spot dildo internally. The evidence of erotic pleasure is the wet spot on her comforter and the beads of perspiration on her body. She’ll bathe or shower and be horny again in another hour. Inside her is a never-ending passionate fire. To be tied up and roughly fucked by an experienced well endowed man is her desire.
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Enough with the monotonous fucking and the nights of unpleasurable penetration faking it just to please him. How many times have you fucked him and drove home angry that he couldn’t bring you to orgasm? You dress in lingerie to visually stimulate him, and usually he only lasts for five to ten minutes sweating with heavy grunting as if he accomplished something. He refuses to even attempt to give you oral stimulation, but that’s another thing. Yes, he’s handsome, but not well versed in the intricate intimacy and ecstasy of pleasing a woman. You’ve masturbated in front of him to show him the points of a woman’s stimulation, but he still hasn’t learned anything. There is zero foreplay; he just jumps in. “Baby, I’m not wet; I’m not ready yet” you tell him, yet still there is no slow and deep kissing, there is no looking into each other’s eyes with beautiful whisperings, there is no caressing, there is nothing that is remotely loving. He pulls out water based lubricant attempting to assert his delusions of sexual prowess in the bedroom and you constantly allow him. If you have to use something vibrating in tandem with your own fingers, then what’s the sense in being intimate with him? He has money and a great career — but about intimacy and loving reciprocity he doesn’t care. Several times you’ve thought about cheating, but if it’s come to that, you might as well be honest with him and leave him. Do you stay because of his socio-economic status and his high position? If you do, then it’s on you. Oh, by the way, he fucks other women unprotected that you don’t know about too; and in the company of his friends and fraternity brothers he disparages you. He sees the “relationship” as something transactional unbeknownst to you, so in his eyes how does he truly view you? Is the tradeoff worth it? Will he make you his “wife?” Will he finally start to treat you lovingly? Is it your ultimate aspiration to rub shoulders with high society? Will he confess truthful vows of love in the congregation of your friends and family?
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Before he came in she was already dripping, contemplating the hard girth that would satisfy her craving for unrelenting stretching. Please don’t make me wait, she begged him, rubbing her pussy and moaning as she looked at him purposely taking his time undressing. The measure of her want for him was explosive after his teasing. After he took off all of his clothing she sat on him and absolutely furiously rode him, not saying anything until she started sweating. Nearing her release, she said his name through heavy breathing before shuddering. She stopped riding him for several seconds, then he deeply kissed her and whispered, baby, don’t stop; keep going.
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Directly looking into lustful eyes the session begins with kisses falling softly on inner thighs. A cube of melting ice is rubbed around nipples yet to be sucked. The anticipation causes a reaction of natural lubrication that cannot be stopped. Another slow soft kiss, then a seductive whisper, open your legs wider. Ice melts over erogenous nipples like a slow flowing river thawing at the end of an exceedingly cold winter. Kisses go lower…the receiver of pleasure moans, wanting soft kisses to finally reach the destination of her wetness followed by something intensely satisfying sliding in and out of her. Pinched slightly numb nipples feel so wonderful. Neck kisses commence; the absolute need for heightened satisfaction is unbearable. Warm willing mouth sensually mounts cold nipples — the proficiency of licking, sucking and uninhibited intimacy is on another level. She rubs her pussy furiously as he services her upper body. She says in a distinct sensuous tone softly, goddamn, I want you to fuck me; but he will make her wait for the thrusts of lascivious penetrative ecstasy. He wants to taste her because orally pleasing her fuels his primal desire. She’s clean shaven, sexy, and on fire. Again, he goes lower methodically using his mouth with his fingers inside of her. He is extremely turned on, and it shows in his sultry behavior. His tongue is extremely skillful, causing her body to shudder. When her first orgasm comes he can feel the pelvic contractions tighten on his fingers — though she is shaking he keeps going, withdrawing his fingers and inserting his now stiffened tongue inside of her to savor the essence of her erotic nature. After the second wave of orgasms there is an intermission; he watches her keenly, the bed and his face drenched in the release of her absolutely untamed ecstasy. Later, she will be blindfolded, tied, and spanked. She assumes doggy saying repeatedly, now fuck me, looking back.
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Insatiable craving for the taste of passion; tongue writhing, pleasure heightening, continuous fluid motion like a snake on black satin gliding, sensual whispers teasing to entice the unquenchable need for two fingers to slowly slide in — nipple pinching simultaneous with every brush of the willing tongue on erogenous clitoris; moaning, heavy breathing, screaming open declarations of how wet she is; untamed kisses — she tastes herself by licking and sucking the tips of his fingers. He goes lower and slower for deeper exploration. Within three minutes there are waves of powerful explosions. Erotic sensations; so much passion, so many fucking positions to choose from. Missionary immediately, then she’ll ride him hard in rhythmic consistency. She is loud because he’s experienced, strong, and well-endowed with eyes of mystery. Looking at him directly she utters, fuck me enthusiastically. He switches positions quickly, taking her from behind and pulling her hair roughly. He knows her psyche and her body thoroughly, constantly immersing her in depths of unrestrained intimacy. Positions are switched yet again for the absolute access of side entry. The impassioned rhythmically slow thrusts of his girth are lengthy. They kiss again with a longing that is dreamy and fiery. Pedicured feet draped with gold anklets in clear high heel mules are so fucking sexy. She releases again intensely, shaking uncontrollably after he says, baby, please cum for me.
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Unadulterated passion; erogenous stimulation; long sessions of fucking; blindfolded with two wide black satin ribbons; nipple rubbing; clitoris pulsating in anticipation of absolutely proficient licking and sucking. Promiscuous whisperings; anal beads paired with two fingers for slow vaginal insertion; soft kisses between thighs as fingers find perfectly sensuous rhythm; constant moaning intermittently muffled by deep kissing. Lengthy fully erect thickness mounted for the pleasure of slow purposeful riding to feel everything; blindfolded eyes can’t see, causing the other senses to be heightened. Absolute wetness naturally lubricates friction. Oh, god, everytime orgasmic storm is incoming — intermission to switch to other erotic position; adept thrusting with unrelenting hair pulling; large width facilitates exceedingly pleasurable stretching. Screaming and perspiration a sign of magnificent fucking; wave after wave, a skilled erotic undertaking. 69 position for mutual sucking, licking, and teasing; legs wrapped around strong back in missionary for intense intimacy and final explosion.
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Hedonistic reception ingratiates itself into the heart of deep seduction. When the fucking is over the stretched flesh of indulgent pleasure is still felt long after. The slightest brush of the tongue — then the subsequent waves of orgasmic spasms come. A vibrator first run under warm water relieves the constant pressure of wanton desire. A change of position happens on ivory linen, fueling a relentless self spanking that adds to the erotic fire that is raging. Legs stretch slightly wider to accommodate sensually infused fingers that want to play. A woman closes her eyes and beautifully releases with intensity to a musical backdrop of Take My Breath Away. She lies shuddering with euphoric emotion in perspiration that signifies the absolute vigor of her craving. Steamy nights with past lovers stalk her memory. One in particular used to use his tongue so skilfully. At her climax she whispered the familiar words she said to him so oftly, I’m going to cum; don’t fucking stop. Your tongue feels so good against my pussy… and your fingers that are inside me. After promiscuous utterances, the dopamine surge intensifies leading to a rapturous rush that can cause joyous tears to flow. The silence that comes after the pleasure is something that she well knows. She is purposed in pleasing herself with unbridled erotic intent. Each subsequent session becoming more licentious and more intense.
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Pleasure begins with slow mounting of hardened flesh, then passionate kisses as wetness slides down on lengthened thickness. Up, and then down again, several times in vigorous rhythm before intense release with uncontrollable shuddering. Eyes close during slow riding to savor the euphoric feeling. Arms slung over strong shoulders give perfect leverage to keep pace of rhythmic fucking. Aesthetic ass is reddened from hard spanking. Vibrating anal plug and tempoed riding is the combining of unrestrained hedonism and perfect timing. Pleasure receptive nipples can’t hide from the tip of the wet warm teasing tongue and lips that find them. Eyes connect — then heightened moans and breathlessness. Reverse cowgirl is next, increasing the intensity expressed, there is hair-pulling, erotic whisperings, more intense fucking, and sweat.
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