Indulge me in the pleasures of a kiss, the serendipitous beauty of physical attraction…

I want to touch you

Not in that way, but with my

Words to your center.

Dusk. That time of day when she could put on something sexy, lay back, and let her mind wander. Soft jazz played in the background while an amber and tobacco candle scented the air. Behind her eyes, she was back in his lap in front of the fire. The flickering glow played over her skin as his fingertips traced her inner thigh. She loved being enveloped in his warmth and scent as his other arm cradled her body to his chest. Her nose nestled in the crook Of his shoulder, lips pressed to the skin of his neck. She could feel the warmth between her legs increasing. Waiting for his fingers.

“Touch me, please….”

His fingers would trace along her leg, from her knee to her inner thigh. So slowly. His lips would press kisses into her neck, his breath hot. Fingers finally reach their destination. She would feel her stomach tighten, hips pressing towards his hand. The feeling of his fingers sliding up and down her wetness, spreading her open, then up to her clit. Teasing, never applying pressure to the sensitive spot but rubbing slowly up and down the sides, making her whimper. His mouth would work at her neck, moving lower, tongue circling the hollow at the base of her throat. Fingers pressed down, finding her entrance, slipping inside her. His thumb would brush over her clit, his fingers gliding in and out, and she would moan.

“Fuuuck…”

His fingers would work deeper, curling within her, kneading the spongy flesh of her g-spot, making her back arch, breasts pushing up and out, nipples aching. She would reach above herself and grab his head, tugging his face to hers, kissing his mouth as he worked her wet cunt, feeling the wetness between them increase as his fingers played her like a classical instrument. She would suck on his lip, moan into his mouth, and whimper when his thumb pressed down on her clit. Hips thrusting into his hand as he played her pussy, bringing her so close, so quick, and she would come for him. Hard.

“Ohhhh…fuuuckkkk!”

Her body shook, her pussy spasming as she rode the waves of her orgasm. When it ended, she would be a limp mass of limbs, sprawled out, gasping. His fingers would slide from her cunt, glistening with her arousal, and she would pull his hand to her mouth. Licking each finger, one by one, sucking them into her mouth, cleaning his fingers of her orgasm.

“Good girl….” he would whisper in her ear, then pull her body back to his. His arms would tighten around her waist and kiss her cheek.

She laid back on the pillows and breathed deeply. Her body was still humming, tingling, as the effects of her orgasm wore off.

She was getting tired of using her imagination. When was the last time someone made her cum like that?

Oh, right….not since him. It was a shame that he only existed in her mind.

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Following each curve,

Delicious detours beckon,

Going with your flow

Restless hearts racing,

Against the steady tick tock,

As two tongues collide.

Flames unattended,

All alone with desire,

Your gaze meeting mine.

White pearl, White lace;

She wears each piece,

For him to debase;

The fevered kiss,

On her fiery mouth;

His burning kisses,

Trailing down south;

Soft white skin,

Fingers that glide;

The delicate flesh,

Of her pink divide;

Velvety lips,

His tongue does trace;

The musky warmth,

Of her intimate place;

His hot mouth,

Her sweet sighs;

The trembling moans,

As their passions rise;

Her melting sigh,

A blush of shame;

The breathless bliss,

Of her wanton aims;

The pleasured swirl,

Of her willing hips;

Her pleading whimpers,

Recite erotic scripts;

A throbbing gasp,

Of her panting breast;

His slippery fingers,

She nears the crest;

The searing touch,

Of his lustful tongue;

Her melting soul,

As she comes undone;

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Days like this, he didn't know what to do with himself. The sky was overcast, the wind was still, and the air felt heavy as he walked along the New England shore. It was just after dawn, and he woke early after another night of restless sleep. There was no one on the beach, but that was not surprising. Most people didn't walk on the cold November beach at 6:30 in the morning, which suited him fine.

He wore his grey sweatpants and a light jacket, but even without a breeze, the weather was still cool, and his cheeks flushed red with the first sign of exertion. He started at a slow jog, his sneakers sinking into the soft sand. He took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind. The sound of the surf and the rhythm of his breathing became his only companions.

Another attempt at breaking the cycle. The vicious circle of sleepless nights and days spent feeling sluggish, depressed, and irritable. And then the next night would come, and the cycle would start all over again.

As he jogged, his mind began to wander. He thought of the day's schedule. His work consumed most of his waking hours, and he had become very good at compartmentalizing his emotions and focusing his mind. But not today. He felt a gnawing in his stomach and tried to ignore it, but it would not go away.

Today was the day he was going to see her again.

But the time and distance didn't matter. As much as he tried to forget her, he couldn't. Even after all these years, his body would react the same way when he thought of her. A dull ache that would never go away.

She was like a drug…terrible for you, but no matter how much it hurt or how many times you vowed to stay away from it, a part of you couldn't stop thinking about it.

Even now, the memory of her would consume him. It was not something that he could easily let go. He thought about her constantly, wondering where she was. He thought about days past, a blur of passion and ecstasy...her long chestnut hair, amber eyes...the slope of her small, pert breasts. Her hips and the way her firm, round derriere swayed when she danced for him.

He thought about her laugh and how her mouth curled into a smile, her eyes brightening when he told a joke. Her voice was so soft and melodic. He had always found it soothing and seductive. And those eyes. He could lose himself in them, drowning in their amber depths.

He also thought of their time together and shared passion…a whirlwind of love and lust. Then, it turned into arguing and fighting. Finally, he received the Restraining Order. He was not allowed within one hundred feet of her.

After they broke up, she disappeared, and he didn't see her again—not that he was looking for her. He tried not to think about her, but today, he knew that would not be possible.

He was finally going to see her again, so he felt sick. Nauseous. And yet, there was another sensation mixed in with the dread, a feeling of anticipation, his heart racing. His body tingled with an electric current. It was not just the memory of her, the sight and the smell of her. It was more.

A longing.

A need.

A hunger.

And as much as he tried to deny it, there was also a thrill, knowing they would soon be together again.

One last time.

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Unzipped and dripping

The mysteries unfolding

In handfuls of you

I fuck you often

Lust filled memories growing

hazier daily

I needed a fix

My drug of choice, it turns out

Wears heels and lipstick

Under a blanket
at that year’s last football game
she felt me up first

In dark of night; or Light of day-

Peak of mountain, depth of seas-

Goddess, I worship, and pray-

Let me serve you from my knees-

I want to kiss you deep and long

Trace my lips over your skin-

I want my name to be your song-

I want to be your favorite sin-

It might be lust, could be greed-

I don't need the money or fame-

I need your nails making me bleed-

I need to hear you scream my name-

Press my fingers into your thighs-

Trace your body with lips and tongue-

Finding the spots, sharpen your sighs

You'll hit notes that've never been sung

I'll serve my goddess with all piety-

From my knees, or you on yours-

In this moment of true sobriety

I'm the composer, you the scores

Let's make the sweetest music-

Curl your toes, and arch your back-

Spread your legs, girl let me lick-

Let me show you what you lack-

Tie you up, bound wrist to wrist-

Two eyes lift up from your hips-

As between your legs I kissed-

Nice and slow, passionate lips-

I want your legs, on my shoulders-

I need you at the edge of climax

From my playful smiles, smolders-

You wont get a moment to relax

Have you been good, do you deserve?

To hear sweet muffled whisper-

Meant to set fire to every nerve

Redefine the phrase Tongue twister

I want to feel you, beneath me-

I want to feel you, skin to skin-

I want you to beg and to plea-

I want to stretch you from within-

Can I see the Curl of your lip?

Show me you deserve to be free

Or I'll tease you with the tip-

Until you scream, beg, and plea

Look at yourself in the glass-

I want to see those eyes roll

Scarlett handprints on your ass-

As you push against my pull-

I want to creep into your dream-

With fingers Dexterous pleasure-

Then I want to taste your cream-

I want to hear your blood pressure

Raising with your thighs to my ears

I think you've earned your freedom

With all the moans and little leers-

My good girl, you're allowed to cum

shackled in her cage she breathes deeply one more time 17 minutes

(bdsm)

I loved her blindly

and she loved me sparingly

two broken people

Food-borne sickness between us is sparse.
So, my love, there is no need to parse
where our food safety goes
when you’re biting my toes,
and I’m putting my tongue in your arse.

There’s a hunger deep, a steady, quiet burn, A dance of yearning in shadows that turn, Yet my guard is set, my walls stand tall, I crave the warmth, but can’t risk the fall.

I watch the embers smolder, slow, Fantasies take shape in the afterglow, A spark whispers “reach,” but I pull away, My own heart the only one I obey.

Want simmers just beneath the skin, A battle I’m in, that I won’t let in, For I fear the hands that would fan the flame, Yet long for the heat, untamed, unclaimed

She lies just beyond the edge of touch, In soft shadow and muted light, Eyes half-closed, lips parted, Yet her warmth feels far, like a star in the deep night.

I reach, fingers brushing her shoulder, Her pulse a gentle echo under skin, But my heart skips, stalls, Bound by a cage only I feel within.

The silence speaks in tender words unsaid, Her breath a rhythm I long to follow, But doubt, like a whisper, lingers and spreads, Turning passion to echoes, leaving me hollow.

In her gaze, I see the welcome, the want, And I ache to bridge this chasm I've made, To be closer, fearless, held and seen, Yet here I remain, in shadows that won’t fade.

A grip in darkness

Eyes locked in pleading whimper

Willingly plundered

This liminal night

He swells with spirits long gone

She exorcises

She comes through your door, unexpectedly at dusk, radiating want.

naked and alone, he enters her vacant soul, her touch ever cold

A thrill that hums beneath the skin, A chase, a spark, a dance to win. To stalk with words and wits unbound, Yet honor her when she’s been found.

Eyes sharp as blades, but hands held kind, The hunt, the draw—a master’s mind. To seek the thrill, but know the grace, And cherish more than just the chase.

To capture hearts, but not to cage, To bring her fire, yet soothe her rage. Each step a tease, each move a throne, A queen to rule, yet not alone.

For in the hunt, there lies a vow: To earn her trust, to make her bow— Not from fear, nor force, nor shame, But from the honor in the game.

here we all are now lined up in black little rooms maybe she’ll come soon…

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There is a calmness that comes from letting go, giving over all control to another. Yet at the same time chased with a thrill that only it can match.

I gave myself over to you and you used me well, called forth such delights from my flesh I could never have imagined. You made it sing from tip to root and that note reverberates right through me.

I've been on the other side, the sculpter the one in control. I wore it like a mask and wore it well. Yet you saw through it to the malleable me beneath all that.

I give myself to you, I am your clay. Love me, make love to me, make love of me. Call anything you need of me from my flesh and leave me forever changed.

The sun had set hours ago, casting a dark shadow over the city. I stood in front of my full-length mirror, adjusting my black lace bra until it was perfectly aligned with my nipples. My gaze lingered on my reflection, admiring how sexy I looked. As I turned off the lights and headed into bed, I couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness

Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door. I rose, wondering who could be visiting at such an odd hour. When I opened the door, I found two tall, handsome strangers standing before me. They introduced themselves as Alex and Ryan, explaining that they were in town for work and had mistakenly arrived at the wrong apartment.

I invited Alex and Ryan inside, offering them a couple of beers. We sat down on the couch, chatting casually, when I noticed Alex catch Ryan's eye and nod towards me. Suddenly, I felt a thrill of anticipation. Was it possible these two were interested in me?

As we continued talking, I began to feel a warmth spreading throughout my body. It wasn't long before Alex leaned forward, his eyes locked onto mine. "We didn't really get lost," he whispered. "We came here looking for you."

My pulse quickened as Ryan moved closer, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of my neck. "And now that we've found you," he said, his voice low and husky, "we don't plan on leaving anytime soon."

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Autumn leaves covering the excess of intimate vitality.

Grey skies, like a mantle, conceal hidden desires.

Yet another transition into this forced serenity,

yet another cycle of the never ending madness

that takes over the flesh in the Summer heat,

only to make it sing with a forbidden voice of pleasure,

never ending pursuit of fluids and frictions and frightening

ways to lose one’s mind over the primal necessity of being.

Yes, only a momentary loss. A daring to be human and free,

to firmly oppose control by this ever surveilling mind,

ceaseless, subjugating rationality that keeps the order.

But the semen, the indecency, the obscene,

the backstage of this whole ordeal that orchestrates

a resemblance of normality with a clear face,

that too will crumble by the heat of the bodies

until the river once again flourishes

and the naked rain secures another season

of the contained madness of a sexual being.