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Love Never Dies

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”

Anais Nin

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The Space Between Them

There was a fire raging in the space between them. They wanted to prolong this state as long as both could stand it. His ribs rose with a sharp inhalation to meet her waiting touch and fell away just before contact. It was a moment that lingered heavy in the air. He was maddening in his self-discipline. His single-minded devotion to deny initial contact frustrated her to a point near anger. She only let this feeling fuel her anticipation.

 

Ten Times…

Ten times in ten kisses you said… I Love You.

I have never been loved so tenderly by one so tough.

Scorch The Coming Of Night

Her mouth was on fire, her fingers flashed with flame, she wanted to ignite him that they both might burn as one, and scorch the coming of night. Her tongue on his own was strong, and he loved the way she tasted. Immense pleasure… She was tough and soft, and struck such balance that he could not help but want her. He’d forced his heart open to show her everything… their’s was an honest meeting of the spirits. There was no division. It was Communion.

Heavenly and Flooded: From Tales 1-4

There was no time for play now… Outer lips, Inner lips and
clitoris were on his mouth, and he took it all willingly. In an attempt to
taste all of her, his tongue searched deep inside her now, he managed a
single thought “Heavenly”… the thought was washed away as her body
trembled from somewhere at her core. She inhaled sharply and upon
exhale she flooded over him, and he gladly took his fill.

 

Anchor My Flesh

You fill me with a dark sweat… it is forced out and beats firm in crimson.

I want your teeth on my cock… raking me fierce. Your mouth is savage and soothing.

Commit your every fucking sin to my flesh – and do not confess.

I desire your name emblazoned on my every thrust.

I must be in you. I need to feel you holding fast. Do not let go… cling hard to me and keep me where I belong.

Yes do not let me go… dig into me. Anchor my flesh and expose my breath… my spirit. I am yours and I am open to you.

Cum with me… Irreverent and Unholy. Let us be unclean tonight.

 

With Gouging Gratitude

Her every moan fed his every roar… Their names dripped from the tip of each others tongues, which only served to fuel their fury. With nails like knives, she dug deep to the root of him and found his body trembling. With a quickened pace of his finger he asked to be taken further, and she answered him with a gouging gratitude. She held him as his legs faltered and began to buckle. There were no words needed between them… they spoke the language of each others bodies fluently.

So grateful.