Saturday, October 3, 2015
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Speckled, scattered, smattered-- freckle-flecked femmes, oh my, did they arouse her.
Connecting the dots in her mind now, with fingertip or tongue, 'til she comes to full satisfaction.
Ginger, her favorite spice, because she loves her flavor melting in her mouth after her hands.
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Sleeve on his erection, she slides back.
His manhood in her wetness, she slides deep.
Clenching as she climaxes, she rolls up her sleeves for more work with her boss instead of clocking out.
Saturday, July 18, 2015
She lies there asleep, breathing softly as thoughts ravage my mind now.
The bed of lies on which I rest my head is so soft, so seductive.
Every letter she texted to him at 2 AM can only spell disaster for my soul.
Friday, July 17, 2015
Wind driving big fat raindrops into flesh.
Flesh on flesh, he is driving deeply into her wetness.
Nature is a mother, as her voice is drowned by thunder when she climaxes.
Thursday, July 16, 2015
Her microphone in his face, persistent after the win.
His shaft inside her wetness, filling her deeply after he's in.
Her clenching, consistent after she climaxes, signaling a winning interview that she's in.
Monday, July 13, 2015
Ticklish targets, fingertips falling onto flesh.
Blossoming, blooming, petals opening as the gardener plows her lush fields.
Sighing, breathless when the heartbeats return to normal.
Saturday, July 11, 2015
Sleek, silky, silly--a dildo as a gag gift.
In the middle of the night, a gag gift becomes slick with her wetness as she slept.
She is gifted by dripping dreams of orgasmic memories, gagged by a gag gift.
Friday, July 10, 2015
Thursday, July 9, 2015
Their legs entwined as they battled for the ball on the pitch.
Skin against skin, flesh on flesh suffused her with that familiar feeling of fire, right there.
She tasted her victory again as she was pitched across the bed before her, setting off their own post-game fireworks.
Sunday, June 28, 2015
Last night, your tricks became my treat as I devoured your warm and wet sweets melting on my tongue.
Sugar shock, insulin drop, ketoacidosis makes my breath smell drunk from my love for you.
Drinking in the sight of you this morning, no coffee smooth enough, no juice tasty enough to compare.
Saturday, June 27, 2015
Sussuring sounds slip deliciously from her lips as she dreams.
Moans move judiciously across the landscape of her mind now as I claim her.
Her eyes open in the morning mist, mouth moist with memories of missionary.