I want to lay in your arms and nuzzle your breast.
I want to take you for my own and have you as mine to share if I so please.
I want to take you to new heights. I want you to claim your Queendom.
I want to feel our warmth melt the frustrations of the day away.
I want to make you feel enamored, coveted, protected, unbound, yet possessed by me.
All…… at the same time.
Can you handle that? Is this what you want as well?
Do you want to be able to kiss AND tell?
Yell it at the top of your lungs! Scream it from the mountain tops!
Broadcast it for all to hear!!
Then tell it to me with breaths full of passion.
Whisper it in my ear!
Let your yoni declare it with glistening lips.
Let them part and slowly claim all of me.
Every pulsating, throbbing, raw inch of me.
Let her take me in and you exhale my essence.
Then press your lips on my skin as yoni presses her lips firmly against my base.
Making me wet, hard and glimmering….
Leaving her mark,
Claiming me as I have claimed her.

Chest full with her breath
Breast bare, hair tied
Him deep inside.
She basks in the feeling of his shear presence
And she is overwhelmed!
Yoni wet and salivating from his attention
Her heart full and breathing heavy.
He is unable to think clearly. In a state of nirvana.
Pure ecstasy with every thrust.
Feeling as though they are frozen in time in that moment yet moving at a blur towards the future.
Yoni full with her nectar from his tool seducing it for a wet response.
The heat of their bodies causes a moist steamy haze from the sweat.
Skin glides upon skin, exciting every nerve ending.
They look at each other with euphoria in their eyes.
This is the ultimate Drug! High off of each other.
Pupils dilated, pulse elevated, breathing short and shallow.
Oblivious to their surroundings.
They feel a rumble in the most intimate and primal of places.
Building to an erotic crescendo of orgasmic pleasures.
Gorged upon each other they drift off upon the river of blissful sleep and sensual dreams.
Only to awaken and do it all over again.

What If???

What if we need no label?
What if we need no description?
What if we are each other’s truth?
What if you can overcome your fear?
What if all that I’ve said is true?
What if what you feel is real?
What if it won’t go away?
What if I won’t go away?
What if you just don’t know what to say?
What if WE just say fuck it, it is what it is?
What if what it is happens to be just what we NEED?
What if when we’re together, we forget about the rest of the world?
What if we take what we need from each other over and over again until we are physically taxed yet emotionally sated?
What if we made our own rules?
Wouldn’t you luv to?

What if we do?

My mouth remembers the conversations with your pussy.
My tongue remembers the heated caresses exchanged with your clit.
My dick remembers sliding deep inside your pussy, soaking up the wetness.
My fingers remember sliding across your body. Causing you to emit sounds like you were a finely tuned instrument..

My pussy remembers the thrust of your fingers and my cum pooling in your hand.

My tongue remembers the sweet taste as I lapped it in to my mouth..

My pussy remembers the erotic dessert it served to you multiple times in elicit encounters.
My pussy remembers the thrill of discovery as you plunged recklessly into my wetness.

My dick remembers answering your request to not stop as it plowed deeper into you..

My pussy remembers the willingness you had when you shared it with another.

My balls remembers glistening from the wetness of your cum.

My pussy cannot help but drip at the thoughts of pure, uncut pleasure you gave each and every time.

My mouth remembers how hot your pussy was when I sucked it as it was filled with another’s dick

My body electrifies and tingles remembering the gentle touch and warm embrace of you.

My dick remembers how much wetter it got as it slid deeper while occupying the same space with another dick.

My pussy remembers how open it has always been to your will and my desire.

My tongue remembers licking and playing with your ass.

My mind knows no fear with you because your desire for me only leads to satisfaction and erotic bliss.

My dick remembers the first time it slid into your ass. It was wet and yearning.. I slid it in gently and deeply..

My loss of control within the whirlwind of passion is safe with you and allowed to spread as far and as wide as possible in search of pleasure.

I have a vision in my mind that my dick is white hot with want of you. And as it slides inside, your pussy erupts with steam as you cum from the shear heat of me.

To feel the piercing of your white, hot rod of desire plunging into my cauldron of creamy pussy cum makes me scream with primal greed for more and more…harder and harder….faster and faster….never ending, always wanting forever needing release.
I want to hear the sounds of our labored breathing. I want to hear the slick wetness of our bodies together in sweat and cum. I want to hear the grunting and groaning of pleasure. I want to hear the hungry need and the greed for pure fucking and pussy eating.

And how I dream of the day I eat your pussy again while it is filled with another’s dick..

I feel like an animal desperate to be tasted.
My nipples throb

How I want to lick your ass while you’re riding it..

My pussy is so creamy. It’s hot… and damn I feel good!!! Come to me and feel it again

Round and around we go.
Anticipation of this moment has consumed our thoughts.
Our hands, fingers, tongues, lips, mouths, eyes are flittering all over each other. As though it has been an eternity since two old lovers are to reconnect again for the first time.

Immutable fires burning! It is as though we can no longer stay within our skin!! You are fire riding on my wind!
Take a breath and calm yourself. Move slow. I WANT YOU!!!! ALL of you… from the tip of the hair on your head to the tips of your toes… And all of the crevices and moist slits or hard nipples and pulsating clits in between.

I drink you like water to a man dying of thirst. When I’m inside you I feel like I’m home. You’re so drippin wet you make the sheets slick. When I touch you I set you ablaze like a five alarm fire. Words are useless here. We speak in glances and caresses. You stare into my eyes and we see the past, present and future and it is pure ecstasy…
I know you feel the fire that burns in my head, in my eyes and in my heart for you. We are in synch. We rock to and fro, eb and flow together. You mount me and glide upon me like a well-oiled erotic machine. I fit almost magically into you. I have to breathe through it so as not to become over whelmed by our bliss. Climax is inevitable but not the end of this delicious connection.

Like dancing with fire from the sun and being cheered on by arctic winds. Like running naked in a warm summer rain… But we are so hot that we set fire to the rain and bathe in the steam…

Sometimes underneath my cool exterior when I talk with you, when I see you.
If only you knew the thoughts that go through my mind.
Behind my calm, controlled speech,
If only you knew the words that I want to utter.
I wrestle with my passion for you inside me.
If only you knew the things that I want to do to you.
Confession…. I want to kiss, lick and suck you until you’re weak.
Confession… I have dreams about you. Hot sultry dreams… Erotic, sensual dreams. Dreams that would make men stiff and throb and women wet and pulsate. Make lovers reminisce and strangers desire to get closer.
Confession… I want to fuck you like crazy every day and make passionate love to you every night.
Confession…. I love the fact that you’d enjoy that. I have had day dreams of laying you on your stomach and massaging you, starting from your head, working my way down your neck to your shoulders, firmly caressing your back then paying extra special attention to that beautiful ass of yours. Spreading your cheeks while kneading, rubbing, licking and sucking all of your soft moist special places, moving down while spreading your thighs and letting my fingers explore deeper making you arch your back and press against me against my fingers, hands, lips and tongue. Slowly caressing down to your calves and leaving a trail of fire down to your feet as I take each toe into my warm mouth and make you tingle with goose bumps all over….

Confession… I want to know you.
Confession… I think of you more than I care to admit.
Confession… I get a lil nervous when I know I’m going to see you
Confession… I stay away sometimes because our connection is so strong.
Confession…. I know we don’t talk about it but the connection is undeniable… I could fall for you.
Would that be a problem?

What are you willing to confess?

There is a slight nervousness in the air yet still impishly playful.

Kindling of feverish desires flicker. The voice of shameless thirst whispers into lovers ears.

Eyes share a glance. Wanting more.

Skin touches.

A well of molten want erupts.

Resistance will not quell it. It begs to be sated. Naughty thoughts and lust filled eyes scan the surroundings like a focused predator stalking its prey.

Closer they edge together.

Throbbing bulge is exposed

A hungry slit is parted.

Grinding, rubbing, she ravenously tries to take him deeper into her.

All focus is gone from the action before them.

He quickly surveys the potential onlookers off in the distance. But then is drawn back into the moist, warm, plush, throbbing Heaven that is her.

Climax is not sought. The mere touch and merging is what’s truly desired.

Attempting to control the vigor of her taking all he has to give and him trying to fill her completely only heightens their arousal.

The possibility of being noticed is increased with each wet thrust as she presses back against him.

The breathing is heavy and shallow. Eyes low, vision blurred. Feelings of being on the verge of exploding and imploding all at the same time.

Light from the distance dances and sparkles from the wetness she leaves on his cock.

He focuses on that as she pulls away from him and then comes back and swallows him deliciously.

Alas more potential on lookers in the distance and the action before them has come to a climax heading to the end.

They prepare to depart.
She turns to him with a look of complete submission yet defiant confidence and whispers in his ear, ….
“Don’t forget the popcorn bag”

What is the ocean without the shore?
What is the day without the night?
What are the trees without the heavens to reach to?
What am I without you?

What is the sun without the rain?
Blues skies without the clouds?
Or bitter without the sweet?
Endless dreams without the dreamer?
No one to wake and live the dream…
No me without you.

But how untrue is this? For in reality, I am without you.
Every day I live in the realness that I may never see you again…
For tomorrow is not promised to anyone…
And dreams are often lies…
Made up of the mind
The mind of dreamers
Hoping and wishing
Instead of living in the reality of life…

Whatever that may be…
I would steal time just to be…
But oh how empty life would be
Without just a dream of thee…

It is what drives me to see another sunrise.
Feeling those ties that bind, between us.
Heaven bless the day when it is that…

Just US!

She sits poised.
Waiting impatiently. Ready to fly away yet still waiting.
Hoping, wanting needing.
She yearns for his touch. To hear his heartbeat.
To feel it pulsate inside her.
She sits poised.
Offering herself. Submitting to his will and his will alone.
A lesser man will not relish her capture.
She sits poised.
She is masked to all but him. To him she bares all.
She is in her most natural form.
She embodies all that he desires.
If only he would reach for her.
She sits poised.
Only for him. Only for them.
Her wings will never full spread if not for him.
She sits poised.
Without them she is more delicate than the flowers.
Fragile to light, sound and touch.
Yet even rain, hail or wind will not move her.
For him, for them, she waits.
She sits poised.
He sees and is in awe. Surreal and visceral is his longing.
Closer he comes. Intent on his goal.
She sits poised.

It is said opposites attract, but like minds BOND!
And when they do… Ohhh, the things that they do!
Opposite sex but almost mirror images of each other.
A connection shared unlike most. Thoughts linked so that arousal is always mutual. He licks, she cums. The sweet spot receiving the attention is not her’s but she revels in the shared thought of his arousal so she too is glistening wet. This is just a prelude of what’s to cum. A build up to the crescendo of their shared climax. The raw force being channeled into their third partner. Leaving her charged up but drained from expending and enduring it all. Hot, wet, dripping with sweat. The sweet scent of their combined essence weighs heavy in the air. It keeps them intoxicated yet senses heightened. They can hear each others’ heartbeat and light breath. All the while they both think, is she ready to go again?

No words exchanged simply slow caresses so hot they leave lines of flames across each others body parts. Their names are scorched across the back of the willing concubine.
She lays between them unknowing that she is a lamb between two wolves. Their hunger not sated but elevated and intensified with each passing moment, with each caress, with the smell of her scent. She has become the key to their pent up primal passions. He is King, she is Queen and she is their cortisone.
Though she is slightly spent she senses that her host and hostess want more. They want it all. Her essence and they will have it.

The sweetest taboo she thinks. Giving herself to her and letting him take her. Oh how delicious the thought is in her mind and how sweet the queen is in her mouth.
She is adrift, floating unable to clearly perceive what she is feeling. She can’t explain what her body is doing, how it is responding. She wants to scream, sing, cry all at the same time.
Her breath is heavy and ragged, heart in throat, heartbeat in head, King buried deep inside. The tongue dances on Queen’s clit and slides across King’s shaft as though she is squirting oil on a smooth running machine. Eruption is eminent!
Queen comes apart first. Like a parchment set ablaze. Her body is smoldering and writhing on top of King.
He is on the verge. His shaft is shimmering wet. She pulls him out. Queen let’s out a gasp, he moans as her lips envelops the tip then firmly sucks the throbbing shaft into her warm, wet and inviting mouth. That is the tipping point the precipice of which there is no retreat for him. His release is poignant signifying he has been freed as has Queen.

Bodies entangled and intertwined. Enchanting heat radiates from them. Finally they are sated. Tasting and partaking of each others’ drug has them feeling like they have tasted the god’s ambrosia! Thoughts are shared are as one, of how amazing, simply amazing. The kisses on this, and this and that!!! mmmm ….
Though feeling at the summit of the experience they are still feeling comforted,
protected,
and loved.