He didn't dance around

my motherly breasts,

but he caressed them just as though

they weren't missing that perkiness

that once encircled my nipples...

Traces of his lips he left

along the walls of my thighs,

kisses smothering stretchmarks

that surface my hips and stomach,

these things that once bore children...

Tenderly he rubbed,

his hand-prints almost visable

from the massage he gave... full post

Your hand on my thigh was characteristically warm. I shifted on the couch and snuggled deeper into the cushions.

My thighs parted for your questing fingertips, and you stroked my pussy lightly, reverently.

When your warm mouth touched my outer lips, I sighed softly in the quiet of the night. Your tongue played delicately across my rapidly moistening flesh, dipping and twirling.

You spread my labia,... full post

I sit in this darken room,

The only light is my monitor and the moon.

You IM me and I suddenly feel high,

With your typed written words I touch myself oh my.

My screen becomes filled with lustful words,

I come right out of my shirt.

My heat rises like the morning tide,

My hand is now between my thighs.

My fingers are so wet,

My nipples I pinch and caress.

I feel an explosion building inside,

I cum... full post

There's an instant in time

when the sex you so want

turns into the fuck you so need,

consuming you,

both body and soul.

You transition to a place

where nothing else matters,

pushing beyond the driving desire

to submit and be taken,

both body and soul.

Vibrations in your loins

with heart's half beat,

nipples burn and legs open wide

crave joining in flesh,

both body and soul.

Mouth, lips... full post