Dinner Diaries part 2

Reaching home, Eliza went straight to her bedroom. All the way to her home, she had been imagining scenarios, turned on by the thoughts of having to share her husband with another woman. Feeling a tingle running through her body, one that fixated on her pussy, she had told the driver to hurry up. Now … Continue reading Dinner Diaries part 2

Dinner Diaries part 1

Stepping into his wife's office, Taylor saw her busy talking to her secretary. He had come around for lunch, "and a lot more" he thought. Looking over, his wife, Eliza, pointed to the couch in the corner, signalling for him to wait. Smiling, he sat down, looking at her, and the brunette haired secretary, Elena, … Continue reading Dinner Diaries part 1

I DON’T JUST WANT TO FUCK YOU … I WANT TO FEEL YOU

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I DON’T JUST WANT TO FUCK YOU || I WANT TO FEEL YOU

I WANT TO STRETCH YOU WITH MY THRUSTS AND LISTEN TO YOU CALL ME BABY

I WANT TO FEEL EVERY PART OF YOUR INSIDES AND TELL YOU IF YOU’VE BEEN A GOOD OR BAD GIRL LATELY

I WANT YOU TO FEEL EVERY INCH OF ME INSIDE OF YOU WHILE REMINDING YOU ABOUT HOW I MAKE YOU LAUGH DAILY

I WANT YOU TO FEEL MY BLOOD FILLED VEINS BRUSH THROUGH EVERY NERVE ENDING IN YOUR INSIDES

I WANT TO MAKE YOU ARCH YOUR BACK, SWING YOUR HEAD BACKWARDS AND LEAVE YOUR MOUTH OPEN

I WANT TO TICKLE YOU WITH MY FINGERS WHILE I’M DEEP INSIDE OF YOU THEN KISS YOU IN BETWEEN LAUGHTERS

I WANT TO FORGET MY EYES ON YOURS, TREAT YOUR BODY LIKE A SURFBOARD ON A SEA, AND EVERYTIME YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES .. I…

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To Breathe You In

No Talent For Certainty

To breathe you in, and follow every curve
Of you; to take the time that is required
To know each space, and what then best can serve
For all you dreamed of, hoped for, or desired –

To focus on you, into you, in joining;
The rain, a steady noise upon our ears –
No more half-seeing, missing, disappointing —
Together finding asterisk frontiers –

For all that interrupt’s in off position;
No sound except the beating of the rain,
And those we make, those of our own volition –
This time, our own, and this space our domain.

And then to wake, with sun’s first morning beam,
To find you gone, and know ’twas just a dream.

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