Willing flesh is receptive to pleasure in its eagerness. The tongue teasingly stimulates the places around the nipples and then sucks and licks directly on the sensitive erectness. Hardened thickness explores the source of unlimited wetness and reaches the most pleasurable spots of its depths. A woman nearing orgasm rides a man with her arm around his neck. The measure of his erectness causes her to lose her breath. They fuck vigorously, drenched in passionate beads of sweat. He whispers lasciviously to her about the way she sucked his cock, reminding her of the way she savored its taste, its thickness, its length. She rides him hard with her back against the wall, testing his strength. A few hours after he’s gone, she’ll use her vibrator to extend the pleasure; A butt plug in her ass, heightens the intensity of her orgasms— for her lover and for herself, sometimes she records her erotic sessions. When she has stiletto sandals and an ankle bracelet on, his mouth waters, eager to please her orally in every way — nonstop, for several hours. An experienced lover, he knows how to navigate her body perfectly— causing her to release constantly, loudly and intensely. A part of her secrecy is, she likes golden showers in the shower, and a tongue in her ass makes her clit pulsate and her nipples harder.
Immense length and circumference find the perfect depths that make the pleasure process memorable and intense. Hair is pulled with a fervent firmness, holdingin place an erotic stillness that is needed for euphoric moans and uncontrollable wetness. Eyes are closed, shutting down one of the senses — in turn, intensifying touch, taste, and allthe rest.
Kiss me deeply, and exhale intimacy into my lungs. Let me inhale the essence of you. let me please you orally in coordination with fingers that are used skillfully, reaching the perfect depth, until you shudder and lose your breath. Let me admire the beauty of your breasts as you sensually writhe on black satin sheets and lose yourself. Let me feel the vibrations of your intense release on my tongue and savor the taste of euphoria that lingers. Open yourself to me completely; allow me to immerse myself in the gorgeous secrets of your femininity. Let me gaze upon the subtle sensuality of your pedicured feet adorned with stiletto sandals and red polished toes that signify your heat. Wear your most appealing dress so women stare at you with envy and men gaze upon you with unbridled lustful fantasies. Whisper erotically as you look back at me entering you slowly. Give me the pleasure of alerting me with loud screams and silence in-between before you intensely release all over me. Say my name slowly through breathless whispers; open your legs wider, and allow me to bathe in the euphoria of your erotic rivers. Savor the remembrance of our long sessions of unadulterated intimacy, and touch yourself in the privacy of a dark room when you think of me. Right before you climax, say my name after you count down from three. After, lie in stillness with your eyes closed, and breathe deeply. Remember the softness of my lips that kissed your inner thighs with bliss and the experience of my tongue that caused your body to uncontrollably shudder and release with an intensity like you had with no other. Remember the pleasure that you vocalized to me when I explored your body causing you to rub your clit as I looked into your eyes and went lower. Remember when I asked you to hold your legs back for me so I could go deeper. Recall when you would randomly call me, telling me that you were wet at work and that you wanted me. Remember me telling you to go to your work bathroom and take off your panties. Recall the excited tone in your voice when you told me that men always approached you but you told them all that you belonged to me. Remember, I told you that I loved you and would, even if I had eyes that couldn’t see.
Covered eyes can’t see the skilled hands that excite the throbbing parts of the body. Sounds of pleasure are let out softly initially, but then loudly with each level of intensity. Darkness heightens the other senses — she feels the essence of an eager tongue skilled in pleasure and its brushes against her wetness. She feels the sensations in her nipples as she lightly pinches the sensitive erectness. She breathes deeply, savoring the passion of a well endowed man — his length; his thickness. She had been left to contemplate her oncoming pleasure after she was blindfolded, then showered with neck kisses as fingers rubbed and pressed down on the pulsating source of her wetness. The intensity of her consecutive releases leave her breathless. She doesn’t need to see to position herself in doggie and be entered slowly then fucked and spanked aggressively. Her hair is pulled firmly. Black satin cover beautiful eyes that can tell no lies but always convey fiery sensuality discreetly. What she can feel she doesn’t need to see. The darkness is needed to conceal the erotic mystery. She knew that she would be pleased and fucked thoroughly, but she didn’t who it would be. She knew that she would be taken with experienced hands that are strong and steady, but she didn’t know how many.
Slowly, I inhale her and exhale with a transcendent euphoria. Around me, things fall apart. Days of yesteryear weigh heavily on the frayed threads of my psyche. Slivers of solace are found in every intense release. My mouth waters to please her; the essence of her on my tongue is something that I’ll always remember. A woman fully steeped in her femininity is a polished diamond in exquisite rarity. Her moans of pleasure are the sounds of a wonderful orchestra performing on the bank of a wondrously flowing river. Her kisses quiet the grumbling of my lament. Her breasts envelope me, and I am lost in the depths of sensuality. She rides me. She fucks me — and it takes away the pain. Her unbridled sexuality is my therapy. She switches to reverse cowgirl and looks back at me. Deep pain and eroticism come together and form a beautiful intensity unexplained. Passion heightens; tears stream as sorrow is drawn out of me. Again, positions are switched, and she wraps her legs around me in missionary. Without breaking eye contact, we kiss passionately as she wipes the tears from my eyes. I must give her all that is me — I cannot lie. Eroticism and sorrow are strange bedfellows. I turn her around; she moans with ecstasy. Her face supported by soft white pillows. Again, she looks back at me. Again, I take another dose of her potent therapy. Every euphoric breath that she breathes is my reprieve. Gloss pink peeps through the holes of black heels. I kiss the side of her neck wildly and breathe in the scent of light sprays of Channel N° 5. I exhale the pain with rolling tears and closed eyes. We release together, finding the climax of our pleasure, and I am truly alive. We release together, on our sides; her head turned towards me and her leg draped over mine.
She breathes heavily and tastes herself, utilizing her hands efficiently, pinching her erogenous erect nipples and rubbing the source of her wetness with vibrating metal in rhythmic motion, intermittently lightly and heavily pressed against wet and throbbing flesh.
Inanimate objects keep the secrets of the erotically anonymous. Oh, if only walls could talk and tell of heavy breaths of lust and euphoric screams from every thrust; or the arms that brace against them when wetness drips in white satin; or the girth that teasingly rubs against a pulsating clit before it slowly slides in, causing an intense orgasm from euphoric anticipation and adrenaline; or the shaking legs that are widely spread, supported by red open toe stilettos that display glossy red gel nail polish on sexy toes. Fucking will commence, but only the two participants and inanimate objects will know. Makeup is smeared against white walls, leaving behind the only sign that she used her face to brace herself as she brought herself to orgasm by rhythmically rubbing her clit as she was fucked hard from behind.
Oh, if walls could talk and tell of the exquisiteness of ecstasy right before and after a lustful voice whispers, Cum for me. The walls feel the reverberation of her release, but they keep their silence. They never speak. Forever silent, they will never speak. Red heels make sounds that echo from walls because of shaking legs and the hardness underneath, but imamate objects hold secrets that they will never speak.
Luciana’s last lover didn’t know how to touch her, and his inexperienced tongue couldn’t please her. She tried to be his erotic teacher, but her frustrations boiled over. She would even touch herself in-front of him so he could learn the most secret places of her desire, but he was inadequate and had no fire. She loved the hugeness of his cock, but he couldn’t quench the blue flames of her desire. She would mount him and tell him to stay still so she could enjoy the length and thickness of him, but he would never last long enough for her to reach orgasm; her often visible anger was the manifestation of her sexual frustration. She was tired of having to play with herself right after sex to reach her climax. On more than one occasion, mid-fucking, she stopped him and instead used her magic wand and butt-plug in-front of him to achieve satisfaction.
Now, in experienced hands with a new man, Luciana surrenders herself to pleasure, eagerly getting on her knees to suck her new lover’s cock before he uses his tongue and fingers before penetration to please her. Her throbbing pussy hasn’t had a tongue like his in so long; two fingers are inside of her at the same time as his skillful tongue makes Luciana close to climax as she heavily moans. He navigates her body amazingly. He is a diligent lover. He is not lazy. He introduces her to new positions that increase inner as well as clitoral stimulation; she’s intrigued enough to eagerly try them again. She is a mature woman who only an erotically seasoned man could satisfy. Her desires are intricate, and her sexual appetite is not mild. Luciana is not shy in her approach to pleasure, and she is not afraid to vocalize her most lascivious desires to any lover. She truly appreciates men who are well hung, and who practice excellent dental hygiene and can fuck for hours with never-ending stamina. She is a gorgeous woman with a beautiful vagina.
A few of her past lovers boasted about their sexual prowess but couldn’t last more than five minutes inside of her. Luciana could pass for a woman half of her age; her long dark hair, beautifully accented with strands of silver. She sees no need to dye her hair — in a mini sundress with a plunging V-neck and stilettos, she causes women to take note and men to lustfully stare. Her sensuality is exuded flawlessly, and she has an erotic flair. On top, is her favorite position; a man would have to be in good shape and exude sexual discipline to take the intensity of her aggressive rhythm to last more than a few minutes and following seconds. For her, one orgasm can be gratifying, but she loves to cum again and again. A seasoned lover will know that when she say loudly, Just fuck me, she wants to be fucked roughly to reach her release. A sheepish man would be somewhat intimidated by the levels of her sexual intensity — but her experienced lover lies her down on her couch slowly, to take his time with her tingling body, pleasing her willingly until she reaches the higher heights of her ecstasy.
She tingles with anticipation, breathing heavily without being touched. Her wetness denotes the depths of her sensual rush. For so long, her true desires were hushed. For so long, her hopes for unbridled sexual expression were crushed. Patiently, she awaits the ecstasy of agony; leather strikes against willing flesh will take away her breath. With every lascivious whisper in-between the familiar feel of leather, she will be become wetter, and her breathing, deeper. Her wet desire will be explored with experienced fingers — places will be explored by the tip of the tongue where far after it’s over, the ecstasy will still linger. She will be blindfolded and fucked, and her climax will be exquisite. She will ride him vigorously without the need to see as her erect nipples are teased, sucked, and licked. Her hair will be pulled; her ass will roughly spanked, and she will love it. Her lover will satisfy her engorged pulsating clit. After her pretty toes are sucked, positions will be switched, and she will again be thoroughly fucked. Her mind will record her erotic experience in perfect sequence, and she will rely on her vivid imagery to climax when she’s alone and horny. When she can no longer deny the throbbing of her pussy, from her closet, she will retrieve the vibrating source of her ecstasy and recall leather against her flesh, and the deepness of her breath. Climax after climax, she will find her euphoric depths. In the secrecy of her bedroom, she will spank herself with her special belt. She will spank herself to orgasm until she is totally exhausted and there is nothing left. Until there are deep welts on her flesh and there is nothing left.
Subtlety is put aside. The tongue explores thoroughly. He wants her to reach her climax orally, so he teases her purposely. His experienced fingers enter her wetness slowly, finding her pleasure spot. In-between the use of his mouth, he rubs her clit with the thick engorged head of his cock. He wants to be inside her, but sexual discipline tempers his erotic emotions. He purposely lets her see the length and width of it to increase the fire of her craving. The tip of his tongue resumes a steady rhythm of exploring. He pauses to look into her eyes seductively and savor the sounds of her moaning. The longing of her wet pulsating pussy cannot be hidden. Warm water based lubricant and a vibrating butt plug lead to uncontrollable shaking and squirting — but one orgasm is just the beginning. The tip of his tongue runs over the ridge of her clitoris again and again; drenched sheets signify the depths of her pleasure. He passionately sucks her toes and licks her soles. Dark plum polish and a gold anklet increases his desire to thoroughly please her. She tastes so good to him. His tongue explores her ass as she pleases her pussy with a magic wand that is powerfully vibrating. She whispers to him, Make me cum again. The tip of his tongue increases the speed of its intensity and rhythm — he looks at her seductively and gauges the timing of her oncoming orgasm. He keeps going until she screams again; his face is drenched in the warmth of the release of her erotic essence.
Intimate Compositions 