“hmm…you better restrain your thoughts, or else you’ll have your hands full” she said
my mind quivered “restraint, hands full….”
I groaned aloud to which she replied “glad it wasn’t wasted on you” “so how about that chair?” she said pointing to the antique faded armchair “restrained, blindfolded, lips nuzzling”
I am bound to the leather armchair,...
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Posts Tagged ‘ sex ’
My surprise
I want to be your erotic muse Part 1.
Hips swaying to a rhythm beyond my grasp, I watch in rapt fascination. My arousal stretching to unknown places. The sinuous controlled dance, burning a connection from your gaze. Your eyes somehow never left mine. At once utterly connected and somehow coy, I am utterly spellbound. My hardness pushing at the seam of my...
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awakening
In my deep sleep I feel the silken tendrils of you sex envelop my languid body. My heat inflames and in the distance I hear a moan that sounds my own. The heat of your mouth enveloping my hardening cock becomes reality. I feel consumed in your intimate embrace. The feeling subsides as I...
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I was wondering when you got the inclination for self portrait photography
So you sent me that image of you caressing yourself and I wrote:
Did you want to rather set up that video recorder?
As your hand caressed your thigh, you moved it consciously to your sex.
The blush sparking from your arousal through your torso, almost instantly racing
to and reaching your cheeks.
The thought of...
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waiting
It has been months since we were last together, you have thrown yourself into your work to attempt to ignore your desire. It works to a point, but every now and then the dam walls burst as the floodwaters are released in response to my words, aching like a throb into your soul....
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the other side of desire
Half awake, desire slowly infuses my soul, the realisation of your warm nakedness nestled into me drives the urge. My cock, stirring feels the heat of your ass, the smoothness of your skin, as i slowly harden and awaken. Desire turn to need as the realisation of you fills me. I draw closer as...
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why i write
I write wondering how the stream of words will invade your consciousness. Can I wake your erotic slumber and draw you to me? Will my words elicit a response? Will your legs open? will your breath catch? Will a moan escape? Will you come soon or can I draw it out for you?
I...
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As I drive to the airport
As I drive to the airport to fetch you, I realise how amazing something between us is. Six months together, three months apart and not one argument, and the thought makes me happy, draws us closer. My mind drifts to how you will be when I collect you, a big kiss then the inevitable...
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a long night
It is clearly the beginning of a long night when i discover the long lengths of black silk on the purposely rumpled white bedding. I hear your quiet splashes from the bathroom the door ajar over the soft music. I am hard instantly. I cough softly to let you know I know I...
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Practising Bluntness
Practising Bluntness
My gorgeous, shy thing is taking a shower, I lie on the couch thinking, if she was not so reserved, I would be taking her now in the shower, from behind, imagining her sensually pressed against the glass.
I see you approach, moist, nymph like, Are you wilfully staring at me I wonder? So...
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