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.
She had been patient… She was burning, her heart raced… they’d played the role of friends for so long and she was done with it. She wanted to blaze a new path with him, one born of sweat and teeth and nail. The longing in his eyes only heightened this sensation in her. There they stood motionless… Then finally he managed to muster a single word, it was all that she needed to hear. “Please” Her body flushed with the precise passion of that which was forged like a diamond. Crystalline Decision… She was finished with “friendship”.
She reached for him AND pulled his face into her… His tongue was intuitive and true.
Her mouth was strong and enveloped him in ecstasy… excruciating elegance and terrible torture…. the control of restraint… was an Angelic Agony… It was
The Cumming of communion in the grace of another… it was a flurry of fury and flooding frenzy.
They could not breathe in the drowning of the other…
She was His intoxication complete… She was drunk on consuming him… Their eyes and minds were one and as their mouths met once more, the taste of the other was still richly found in a magical mix and beautiful bouquet it was an explosive implosion and scorching sky. They sank softly and smiling into each others arms… Cherished
You are, My Beloved… Cherished
Should it please you… Take your lush lips, moist mouth, and torrid tongue and claim my cock. Take the very last stroke of me. Hold nothing back from me. Give it, take it like some past deprived revenge. Have your vengence in my name. Flood me full, and overpower my passions with your own zealous desire for fulfillment.
Put your nails to the test of my flesh. Dig deep and seize me where I stand. Leave me tattered and truly treasured. Plunge your fingers over every engorged inch of me. Capture my cries and hold them as the gift they are meant to be. They are cries of divine pleasure…
Moaning and feverish, drive me toward lust, toward hunger, make me thirst for a love that only you know how to pull from me. Yes again, do not hold back from me, suppress nothing… express all. I will receive all that you have and give to you my very best.
Slick Smooth
and Sensual Silk
Poutingly Perfect
and Purely Pleasing
Wet and Wanton
Always Wanting
Always Willing
Teasing Tight
and Tingling
Thrusting
Toward Lusting
Trusting to take
Time to Treasure
and Torture
Tantalizing Tempting
and Torridly Taunting
Writhing Striving
Clutching and
Clinging Muscles
Tightening Straining
Building…
and Bursting
They escaped to a far off distant room. They could no longer hide within the shackles of self restraint, and they could not collide fast enough. Her lips clung to his and would not let go – perfectly parted with tongues glancing and dancing prying at the pleasure that had been held at bay all night. They were thirsty for one another, and their palpable passion was complete and finally unleashed. She would take every drop of his mouth and return it with her own. Her tongue was greedy and giving, lusting and lasting… and matched the hunger that she found in his lush pomegranate lips… he pillaged every ounce of her mouth and left nothing behind.
My Beloved, My Heart
She is blissful, and bathing me in herself and I desire nothing but more… soaking through herself and over my heart, she pours herself into me with such love, such passion. What exists between us is the fruit of patience and long lasting desire.
Would that I may again kneel before her… parting those perfect lips and never parting ways and travel new paths to find her fast and fulfilled and draw from her every dewy dulcet drop of honey… soothing sweet and sensually succulent.
My Beloved
My Beloved… I am absolutely aching for you.
Yes… I am aching… muscles deep inside are contracting and desire to be released by your touch.
It is profound and stirring… I am feeling deeply sexual and I want to take you passionately. Kiss you powerfully and long. I want to feel you quake… As our mouths and tongues duel for dominance yet are both so willing to submit to such a teasing task as dancing and playing the beautiful game they do…
I yearn to hear my name on your lips as your muscles lay hold and cling to me in climax refusing to let me go, and I never ever want to leave.
It is so divine to be Your Man.
I love to be inside of you… my name on your lips is seduction to me. To hear it spoken in the moments of our highest passion entices me to greater love for you, My Lady.
It is my honest truth and heart My Darling… and please know that my heart is yours.
You have stolen it from me and I do not want it back… for I know it is safe in your keeping.
I absolutely yearn to kneel before you, My Siren, once more… drinking of you liberally… pulling every drop of passion from your lips. Unyielding. And when you feel as though you can take not one more moment, then will I slowly slide inside of you… that my every thrust be an expression of my love and an extension of my desire to be more yours… feel my body tensing tightly and please let our climax and release be the given gift that we both freely receive.
To My Beloved
She walks in beauty like the night… Fuck Byron
The Baron says…
She reigns in dark beauty, like a sprite
Give her the truth, and tell her no lies
She will take you to the ground, bind you tight
Never letting go despite your whining or cries
Do not wince and raise her devilish delight
Bring her honesty, she will see it in your eyes.
Give her everything, give her your very best
Or else she will throttle you with quickened pace
Obey her command or she will put you to the test
Give her what she asks, she might show you grace
Yield to her and you will know you are blessed
Your gift to her is absolute and of no disgrace
Put your trust in her, she will help you glow
Trust her not, and she will see you bent
Defy her, and you will feel her wrath and blow
She will see you fall, and he will see you spent
Give to her submission, she will see you grow
Treasure her, Honor her, she is Magnificent
This is My Beloved, whom I adore… do not trifle with her I implore
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