D.: I found a pic for you. It's for a very in charge kitty D.: You even have your crop so you won't miss the ruler K.: Would need to learn how to use it.... D.: Not hard... K.: Unless you wanted hard... D.: I like it hard...It can also sooth. Just the leather pads … Continue reading Indentation
*Illustration by Tina Maria Elena - Make Love – Watercolor Series nr. 17 http://tinamariaelena.com/ M.: How is your morning? V.: A little headache... M.: Oh, need looking after? V.: Well, you know what they say...Usually headache is because there's too much blood on your head... I guess you can help me with that M.: So you … Continue reading V.’s gift
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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D. is in hospital recovering from a heart condition. K.: I'm smelling like sex.... D.: Ohhhhh and I'mmmm the devil D.: I wonder if you fingers have a lingering taste of you... If I could suck the honey right off of them.... K.: Fingers are clean... Didn't have time to play... D.: I was so … Continue reading A little deeper
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.
Dare you sum it all, in a single term
A sin reveled, by a vain virtue
That enigma, of the human germ
Born to last, beyond, me and you!
See the splendor, of a throbbing heart
The game of passion, yearnings play
What a spent orgy, orgasm impart
Insights of instincts, left to stray!
From the skin to soul, same human chase
Never ends, the hunger’s pilgrimage
How sex defines, a ravenous race
Which loves to flirt with, lust’s outrage!
Yet, it happens to be, the quintessence
Of man, and manhood’s paradigm
Beyond, indulgence and pretense
Why sex, is so sublime!
© 2017 Vikas Chandra
M.: Oh shame.... Have you warmed up yet miss? V.: Trying... Coffee, blanket, heater, cat.... M.: Oh bless, so you wouldn't want to be tied down scantily dressed then? Too cold? V.: To be honest thinking of removing clothes don't sound very appealing now... M.: Ah, sorry miss, are you ok? V.: Agh, I wish … Continue reading Uniform