Sunday, January 26, 2014

the felt rod


i stand behind you
arms around your belly
your sexy i whisper
lips on your shoulder nibble

Mmm

fingers run round your breasts cupping them in the sweaty shower
the slow motion of hands like a fire sensual rubbing the moment vibrating

oh yes mmm

my lip licks down your ear your hair in my face as i caress your lips

yes !

bite your neck softly
tongue slips over your lip
almost dry
sensualy wet
dripping

my arm slips down into your panties
my heart pulsing to your back
hand on your neck

i caress building up heat
hand wet and sticky
with your moisture

mmm

i face you
hands about your face
drawing you towards my handsome chest
pulsing vain in your neck meets my chest

your head lays on my firm chest
my arm circles your breast

your hand runs up and down my cock

Mmmm

the rod against your belly
against your lips
you nibble just a little

taking me in
you pull on my thigh
oh baby yes pleas
my lips kiss your hair

taking you deep in my mouth
my hand plays over your back

other runs over your face
between your eyes
and over you

your on your knees
my hand cup your ass

yes I am

i lick your firmly
on the pussy lips
kissing them

Mmm

a flood pulsing liquid vibe

mmmmm
and i stand behind you on my knees
feeling your fur with my finger tip
and i push in

moving in a winding forward
i fill you to the core
hands hold your hips

*:-)*

passion within a fire

softly spoken with your head bowed
your eyes like those of one without will
*thy eyes gentle and sweet*

yes,during sex

*thy heat fluttering thy lips chaste*
they eyes demur and strong
thy chest heaving as your body moves up and down
in heat

pleasure pain relief
Mmmm yes

your buttox red and rosy
in the hands of a totan arian prince

Tender and glowing

fingers running over your spine in wanton heat
*gasping for breath*

bursting to shout
to gasam
to fly into an inferno reborn

*was that good baby*

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

the dance of joy

my heart alight a twinkle in the eye
i but wait in silence for a special moment

the time i spend but recompense for the light in the eye
more than willing to please to pleasure the heart the mind a drug

turning about there is no choice might as well say you cry without joy
to fly into your arms , filled with a hand full of naughty joy