Wet with anticipation,
She assumes the position
And awaits a rough spanking
Then deep penetration
To thoroughly satisfy
Her unquenchable craving.
Tag: Sex
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She longs for him in the morning, wanting to be stretched by every inch of him.
Sucking her fingers, she wishes she was sucking the length of his thickness.
Her other fingers find the throbbing source of her profuse wetness—
Maybe if she says his name three times he will appear, to fuck her hard and pull her hair.
Though she is disappointed that he is not there, she can call him so he can hear;
Her fingers move vigorously under black lace as she thinks about how she rode his face.
She desperately needs to release; her wet desires she needs to satiate,
So her butt plug she lubricates, and she places new batteries in her powerful toy that vibrates. -
She started moaning, then screaming and uncontrollably shaking;
And it was in that moment, that she completely belonged to him. -
He takes her to depths she’s never felt before,
and delicately, she rubs her clit with her eyes closed
as he sucks her beautifully pedicured toes.
He feels so good inside her, even more than he knows—
though she expresses her pleasure through her moans.
He desperately wants her to orgasm intensely.
He desperately wants her to finally let go.
In missionary he satisfies her, but from the side,
his length finds her G-spot, and his width
rubs against her sensitive clit so much better.
He wants to memorize the words of her sensual whispers
down to the very last letter, so he can find his release
when they are apart and can’t see each other.
She counts down from ten, but she only makes it to seven
before she has an intense orgasm on his hugeness again.
She wants to take control of the rhythm, so she sits on him,
but before that, she got on her knees
to taste her own passion while he was looking. -
His mouth waters, because for so long he wanted to taste her.
He finds so much pleasure in thoroughly pleasing her.
She likes the way he uses his tongue as a source of pleasure,
but his tongue teasing her clit with two fingers in her ass
between his erotic whispers would be so much better. -
He calls her, and she walks closer to the familiar
euphoria of riding the full length of his measure.
She is already wet, contemplating his tongue on her,
with the penetration of his fingers as she moans and writhes in pleasure.
She wants to look at him as she tastes him and be spanked in doggy after.
Where she is tight, she wants him to slowly slide inside her
as she releases loudly, using her vibrator, drenched in wetness
because of his thickness and the words of his erotic whispers. -
The most intense sex couldn’t scratch the surface
of her lascivious desires that are secret.
To not only want two but three men
at the same time, lingers on her mind.
She uses an extremely flexible double–ended dildo
and a variety of vibrators to keep herself satisfied.
At least once a day, she makes time to play;
screaming loudly as she releases uncontrollably.
The thought of them inside her excites her.
She dreams of walking into a dimly lit room
wearing lingerie and black stiletto heel sandals—
where three brawny men would be awaiting.
To write of her excitement in that moment,
would be words not easily contemplated.
First, roughly from behind, she wants to be taken;
while at the same time, looking into the eyes
of the man in–front of her, as she tastes him.
To have her hair pulled as she is being pummeled
on her knees, would be something that would thoroughly please;
she would certainly euphorically scream
as she feels the pleasure from the measure
of the other she rides, who is underneath.
She contemplates the lustful whispers they would say to her
as inside her, they would both be deep.
She has another intense orgasm,
thinking of the secret desires that she keeps. -
Lascivious intent stalk the city blocks were women in short skirts and six inch heels walk. Naked ladies dance seductively in front of eager men for money; they dart in and out of dark 25 cent peep show booths, secretly. The scent of perfume and cigarette smoke lingers heavily; women of the night approach cars with dimmed lights. X rated movie theaters run films all night. The inebriated lean on glass windows under neon lights. Men and women use cocaine to stem the somnolence and numb the pain. Heroin users lie zombified in cheap dingy hotel rooms with dirty needles still in the vain. A prostitute walks down 42nd street in torn stockings, holding her broken heels, feeling the warmth of summer night concrete beneath her feet; she has worked for twelve hours straight with no sleep, under the sprawling glare of Times Square.
People eat in diners at 4 AM, and after two cups of coffee, through large windows listlessly stare. The scent and feel of New York City permeates the night’s air. The underbelly of the city are the fulfillment of licentious desires, addicts getting high, violence, tiredness, the pursuit of money, and sordid transactions. The drunk and homeless urinate on themselves, slumped over on subway platform benches. People wait on the train, with eyes bloodshot and lifeless. Another young lady heads to 42nd street, seeking quick money and excitement. The city blocks swallow you subtly in a matter of minutes, hours, or days. It traps you in its bright colorful lights. Out of towners languish for weeks, missing long forgotten flights. Uninhibited wildness leads to the exploration of long suppressed vices. Euphoria takes over.
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For two seasons we shared in the endless pleasure of euphoria.
We were not in love, but we were lovers,
For we both belonged to another;
And on that night we said our final goodbyes
We tasted of pure ecstasy for one last time.
Though I feigned apathy, for long I burned in the fires of jealousy.
Did I fool myself and take cover in fallacies of not loving her?
I took counsel with my heart and it told me,
If it was meant to be it would be;
But still, reasoning and rationality couldn’t console me.
The ghosts of her sounds of ecstasy haunt me.
I am perturbed as I try to purge myself of her memory.
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