Limited Time Showing

Her ass.

He removed his fingers from her mouth, and dug both hands into her buttocks to pull them apart. Though the resistance was challenging, he was able to insert his tongue inside of her sensitive hole rather quickly. Shen she felt him there, her thighs began the start of a deep tremble. She tried breathing deeply to maintain some semblance of control, but she knew that her attempts were futile. She could feel her pussy leaking onto his tongue, and those juices being carried into her ass as a lubricant for what was to come. Just the expectation of that moment was too much for her, and another orgasm wracked her body. She was helpless. He was in total control.

And as he forced his tongue farther inside of her, he felt his cock swelling again. He knew the time was right. Standing up, and without warning, he shoved his cock into her hard and fast. There, he thrust quick enough to build up the pressure that she needed to relax, and then pulled out and slid his cock against her bud. Replacing his cock with his fingers, he massaged and rubbed her pussy while his cockhead pressed intentionally against her ass. As her moans began to rise again, her resistance melted, and his cock head slipped inside of her. He knew that a few more moments would grant him the access that he needed to finally have his dinner. With a look of complete love on his face, he slapped his palm against her pussy, drawing more screams. The smacks and spanks sounded against the walls of the dining room. The stings and rubs drove her crazy. IN the commotion, he was suddenly lodged deeply inside of her ass, and was fucking her with slow, yet savage strokes.

It was only then that she caught his eyes, and held them. She refused to look away, even as the pleasure pulled at her. Even as his cock sped up, pounding her sensitive ass with reckless disregard. She held his eyes. Even while she could feel his control slipping. She felt his cock swelling, She knew what was next.

Now it was his turn to scream. His entire body was vibrating. His muscles were tense. He was barely speaking now. It was his turn to be incoherent. His mind focused only on her. His body took the reigns.

She fought her bindings. She wanted more of him. She wanted what he had worked so hard to produce. She knew that she couldn’t move, but it didn’t stop her.

The table shook violently. The wood could be heard creaking and cracking. The flowers fell from the table and some fell onto her, decorating what was already a beautiful canvas even moreso.

His eyes crossed.

Her eyes closed tightly.
 
Her ass.

He removed his fingers from her mouth, and dug both hands into her buttocks to pull them apart. Though the resistance was challenging, he was able to insert his tongue inside of her sensitive hole rather quickly. Shen she felt him there, her thighs began the start of a deep tremble. She tried breathing deeply to maintain some semblance of control, but she knew that her attempts were futile. She could feel her pussy leaking onto his tongue, and those juices being carried into her ass as a lubricant for what was to come. Just the expectation of that moment was too much for her, and another orgasm wracked her body. She was helpless. He was in total control.

And as he forced his tongue farther inside of her, he felt his cock swelling again. He knew the time was right. Standing up, and without warning, he shoved his cock into her hard and fast. There, he thrust quick enough to build up the pressure that she needed to relax, and then pulled out and slid his cock against her bud. Replacing his cock with his fingers, he massaged and rubbed her pussy while his cockhead pressed intentionally against her ass. As her moans began to rise again, her resistance melted, and his cock head slipped inside of her. He knew that a few more moments would grant him the access that he needed to finally have his dinner. With a look of complete love on his face, he slapped his palm against her pussy, drawing more screams. The smacks and spanks sounded against the walls of the dining room. The stings and rubs drove her crazy. IN the commotion, he was suddenly lodged deeply inside of her ass, and was fucking her with slow, yet savage strokes.

It was only then that she caught his eyes, and held them. She refused to look away, even as the pleasure pulled at her. Even as his cock sped up, pounding her sensitive ass with reckless disregard. She held his eyes. Even while she could feel his control slipping. She felt his cock swelling, She knew what was next.

Now it was his turn to scream. His entire body was vibrating. His muscles were tense. He was barely speaking now. It was his turn to be incoherent. His mind focused only on her. His body took the reigns.

She fought her bindings. She wanted more of him. She wanted what he had worked so hard to produce. She knew that she couldn’t move, but it didn’t stop her.

The table shook violently. The wood could be heard creaking and cracking. The flowers fell from the table and some fell onto her, decorating what was already a beautiful canvas even moreso.

His eyes crossed.

Her eyes closed tightly.

Fuck. This is agonizingly good.
 
First came his orgasm. It was ragged. Even though her eyes were clenched tightly, she could feel the exertion of energy as she now felt his creamy semen coating the insides of her ass. She felt him spasming, jerking. She felt his heat, and how if drew into her own. She tightened her sphincter to milk him, but before long, she was cumming right along beside him. Hers was more relaxed, as she was already horribly tired.

He stayed there, within her, until he shrunk and fell from her tightness. He could still smell her, yet now she was mixed with him. As it should be. They had become one.

After untying her, they lay in bed observing her new markings.

She told him how beautiful she felt.

He confirmed how beautiful she was.

And he thanked her for cooking dinner.
 
You look great in the shower! Very sexy! And I loved your story... She would be a very lucky lady indeed!
 
Aphrodite.”

“Hmm?”, you replied while you looked at yourself in the mirror.

“You remind me of Aphrodite.”, I said matter-of-factly, while sitting up on my elbows staring at you.

“So….you’ve met the Greek goddess of love in some other life, huh?” you turned and said with a wink, before going back about your business of getting ready for work.

I laughed aloud, before scooting hurriedly from the bed to get behind you before you could put on your robe.

“No..”, I said in between running my hands up your arms to your shoulders, “I have not seen Aphrodite in years, but I DO have a degree in mythology, so I think I should know what I’m talking about.”

I felt you shudder in my hands as my lips bit playfully into your shoulders. The taste of your skin was something that I had grown to crave. While we had just finished our ritual of welcoming the new day through sexual encounter, I felt the hunger returning quickly, rising with brisk heat.

“I call you Aphrodite because looking at you just now, your curly, unruly hair hanging, your neck so elegantly presented. The way that your body curves from waist into supple hips. You are enchanting. Aphrodite was the very image of fantasy. Her presence alone was enough to incite men to frenzy. She was untamed, wild...you.”, I continued.

You turned to face me, and met my words with a kiss. The feel of your lips always felt like the first time. My hands slid around your naked waist, and I pulled you in closer but even that was not enough. Our bodies pressed against one another, and the heat created quickly escalated into hands roaming between us. Grabbing.

Urging.

Breathlessly, you pulled away with a wry grin and walked over to the bed. Slowly. Knowing that my eyes were watching the switch of your hips and the fluid motion of your body. Knowing that I was now fully erect, but hesitant, because I sometimes adore the drama of the denial.

Knowing that I can not resist you in any form.

I watched as you climbed upon the bed. You there, on your hands and knees, wiggling your ass back at me. Then you turned your head and stared at me with those eyes.

You laid your head down into the sheets, and whispered so softly that I almost missed it.

“Your goddess summons you.”

Before I knew it, my feet were moving me toward you. I could smell you. And me on you. In you. It was still there from earlier. And as I knelt behind you, and my lips found your still swollen lips, the taste of us was intense. From the first touch of my tongue into your hole, I went mindless. Rolling up and down your slit, sucking on your clit and sliding a finger inside of you, my body was on autopilot. The one resounding thought pounding through my chest into my actions was simple. I did not simply want to make you cum. I wanted to take your body and ruin it for anything else aside from fucking me for the rest of the day.

So as my tongue slid in and out of you, the remnants of our last orgasm together took me to my peaceful place. My hands gripped your ass and spread your buttocks far apart. Tasting your ass caused my cock to rage hard against my thigh.

I didn’t try to hide my moans. Instead, I released them into you, mixing vibrations from my voice with the actions from my tongue and fingers. I pressed my mouth harder against you, my tongue now fluidly running between your pussy and ass. I wanted to please my goddess.

Not only did your moans tell me that I was doing my job, but also the wetness that was not running from your pussy down my chin, and dripping onto the bed beneath us. It had done from simple moist droplets to a constant flow of delicious cream that was uncontainable in its copiousness. I could feel your body trembling. And then I felt you tense. But at no time did I ever stop fucking you with my fingers and my tongue. I wanted to bring you beyond the plateau and keep you on the high, and so I redoubled my efforts. Mentally, I kept track with everything happening in that moment.

“One. Two. Three.”
 
Would you notice me
If you saw me passing you
On the street
Among all of the other creatures..
Would I stand out?
If my mouth were
Not on this screen
But were hailing a taxi
In your city
Would you dream of this tongue
Turning you out?
I'm ordinary.
Nothing extra special.
Invisible mostly,
Unless you see between the lines,
Because there...
In the land where brains is brawn
And thoughts are six packs
And wordplay equates
To one big, black cock,
There...
I'm special.
There, I'm the shit.
In the land where romance matters
And affection is erotica
And softness is hardcore porn
As well as cum shots and cheesy music,
In the place where eyes are the best one-liners
Where stares and gazes cause stars and gushing
I'm your Alpha Male
The creature who creates
Hell.

Otherwise,
I'm me.
Extraordinary me.
Invisible me.
Me.
 
Last edited by a moderator:
Would you notice me
If you saw me passing you
On the street
Among all of the other creatures..
Would I stand out?
If my mouth were
Not on this screen
But were hailing a taxi
In your city
Would you dream of this tongue
Turning you out?
I'm ordinary.
Nothing extra special.
Invisible mostly,
Unless you see between the lines,
Because there...
In the land where brains is brawn
And thoughts are six packs
And wordplay equates
To one big, black cock,
There...
I'm special.
There, I'm the shit.
In the land where romance matters
And affection is erotica
And softness is hardcore porn
As well as cum shots and cheesy music,
In the place where eyes are the best one-liners
Where stares and gazes cause stars and gushing
I'm your Alpha Male
The creature who creates
Hell.

Otherwise,
I'm me.
Extraordinary me.
Invisible me.
Me.
Report Post

Damn....this is what women want!
 
I would tell you that
With me you’d never hurt,
Nor would your tears
Flow unabated
Like the rivers upon which we
Float.
Yet, I’m no magician.
Instead I’ll promise
That when you cry,
I’ll kiss your forehead,
Wipe away your tears,
And hold you until the noise
Of the pain no longer rumbles like an avalanche. Yes.
I can’t be perfect,
But I’ll simply try to be
Yours.
 
Typing...thinking...deleting...rewording.
How do you do that?
How do you make so many thoughts cross my mind?
Yet never do I seem to come across the ones to convey how I actually feel.
Because that’s just what you do.
I can process a million thoughts.
Put them all down.
Mill through.
And get to the bottom.
But.
Whenever you allow a glimpse of you,
not tousled sheets, or a teasing smile,
but the real you.
It stirs something complex.
 
Typing...thinking...deleting...rewording.
How do you do that?
How do you make so many thoughts cross my mind?
Yet never do I seem to come across the ones to convey how I actually feel.
Because that’s just what you do.
I can process a million thoughts.
Put them all down.
Mill through.
And get to the bottom.
But.
Whenever you allow a glimpse of you,
not tousled sheets, or a teasing smile,
but the real you.
It stirs something complex.

Wow! Poignant. Hmmm..
 
I may not be your cup of tea,
But I’m a damn good cup
Of coffee.
Brown skin filled
With caffeine to make you dream
Of the drip, drip, droplets
Of my percolating behaviors.
One sip, one savor,
Take two, you’re addicted..
My aftertaste is sweet,
But my after touch is wicked.
Sense the notes of something different?
My roast is just a bit bent,
Pent
Up cravings released
Like endorphins
When your taste buds explode
After inhaling my....scent.
Not to mention that..umm...
Whipped.....you know.

I understand that I’m too weak for some
And too strong for others
But I’m just right for those
With a discriminating preference
For a clever, wordy gentleman
With just the right notes of deviance
And another, unidentifiable flavor
That will keep you coming back..
(Wait did I spell that right ?😈)
And you’ll be on your back,
And your side
And your floor
And your wall...
Hell....just....this night take awhile.

But again....
I might not be your cup of tea.
That’s fine.
I’m still a damn good cup of coffee.
 
I may not be your cup of tea,
But I’m a damn good cup
Of coffee.
Brown skin filled
With caffeine to make you dream
Of the drip, drip, droplets
Of my percolating behaviors.
One sip, one savor,
Take two, you’re addicted..
My aftertaste is sweet,
But my after touch is wicked.
Sense the notes of something different?
My roast is just a bit bent,
Pent
Up cravings released
Like endorphins
When your taste buds explode
After inhaling my....scent.
Not to mention that..umm...
Whipped.....you know.

I understand that I’m too weak for some
And too strong for others
But I’m just right for those
With a discriminating preference
For a clever, wordy gentleman
With just the right notes of deviance
And another, unidentifiable flavor
That will keep you coming back..
(Wait did I spell that right ?😈)
And you’ll be on your back,
And your side
And your floor
And your wall...
Hell....just....this night take awhile.

But again....
I might not be your cup of tea.
That’s fine.
I’m still a damn good cup of coffee.

Ok, i hate coffee, but I'm suddenly craving a cup....
 
Thinking about a friend enduring heartache

The skies cry because
She feels it.
The end coming.
The earth trembles
Because her heart slowly breaks
With each tremor.
She’s knows it’s not right,
But the skies won’t stop leaking,
And her heart won’t stop breaking,
And her hands won’t stop trembling...
How can reality feel like the worst nightmare?
How can love end with a whimper?
How does she move on
From
The end of the world?

If she asked me, then I’d tell her...
One scared foot
In front of one scared foot,
With tear-stained face,
And a heart in pieces,
Yet still holding on.
You’ll make it, my dear...
The world was made
To bend, but not break.
And so are you.
 
Back
Top