Limited Time Showing

Right now I’m tired enough
To lean back
And let you have your way.
See what kind of evil
Floods your mind everyday.
Feel what kind of power
Tends to course through your veins
And feel the spasms as your lips and tongue
Mix pleasure from the pain.
I’m kind of looking forward
To you kind of taking charge
Barging through my domineering ways
While you enlarge my discharge
With no disappointments from needing a recharge,
You keep going while I’m flowing
Never a single drop discharged.

Enjoy these fleeting moment,
Babe cause once my strength returns,
This sweet evil you inflicted
Will be given until you burn
And you yearn and you bed and you scream
And you plead and you whimper
And you drool
And I own as I feed,
And our bodies, stressed and strained
Don’t give in to the pain,
But keep wrestling and writhing
Till the sheets know our names.
And insane with the lust
The air filled with our musk
We pass out in revelry....

Cause I was tired,
And I let you have your fun.
Now the cuffs are coming out...
You’ve fucked with the wrong one.
 
Tonight,
I don't wanna be your Dom or your Master
I don't wanna wreck you with disaster or move faster
I wanna slow it down, grind around
Rest inside of you
Slowly let control slip away from us both
No strikes it gropes
Just slow strokes while holding you so close.
Passion, but not through lashing
Light taps, nibbles and quick licks
Forgoing the quick stick
For picky pokes and prodding.
Put the toys away
It's our play, and you're the star
I wish to take this as far
As you're willing to go with me.
No roles, just man and his woman
Making a memory
You're good to me
And I wanna repay your loyalty.

Tonight,
It's not me issuing the ordering
It's equal opportunity for ravaging
Complete consuming.
Relishing the delectable nature of how our natures fit
Feeling more emotion as we're coasting
And how we're handling it
Lips meet, and softly aching as we break the kiss
Embracing speeding pacing
There's no faking this.
Facing it, that behind the blinds
Two minds are intimate
And this sex is merely a showing
Of our real relationship.
Tracing fingers lightly
Your spine contracting around me
Bending as my fingers travel lover
Our lips are quivering.
Simultaneous moaning
Groaning deeply because we're wanting this
Desire manifested by cravings assaulting locked lips.

Tonight
I want you as mine
And me as yours
I'm giving into your whims
Whatever you have in store.
Not concerned with how your heat
Might possibly burn me.
I'm yours,
Consume me baby
Cause your beauty has floored me.
And your feeling has more
Meant the revealing of stored heat
Unceasing upon you daily
Through speech and stored dreams.
Tonight,
I'm not your Master..
I bow and reverance you
As the woman who has captured my heart
And each thrust supports this truth.
Slow moving through this dance
Romancing your body wholly
Then slowly easing into explosions
And drifting away to sleep.
Hands clasped, arms around you
Lips curled into a smile.
Tonight, I want to make our love
Worth your while.
 
Remember yesterday morning?

I had no idea that you were even out of bed, much less behind me. After the night we’d just had, inviting your best friend to join us, I was sure you’d be too tired to move before noon. My intent was simply to cook a light breakfast before we got out to run the day’s errands. I admit, I probably should have had clothes on, but again....you were sleeping. I thought that I was safe.

My mind was elsewhere too, to be honest. Reliving that long night. You kissing her. You two enjoying one another’s bodies and tasting every inch. Gosh, I think you probably came 7 times before you even looked my way, and by then my cock was so swollen and covered in precum that it would have take very little to send me over the edge. Yet you took me into your mouth while she had hers on your pussy. And I slapped your tits, making them jiggle delightedly. You sucked me long and hard. Your tongue bathed my balls and scrotum, and you even grabbed my ass to pull me deeper into your throat. Your moans onto my shaft while being eaten out were the stuff of porn fantasies come true.

Then you pulled my cock out and and told me to fuck her. I hadn’t planned on even getting involved, but you only had to tell me once. I watched you sit on her face and spread her legs high and wide for me. With your coaxing purring in my ears, I entered one of the wettest pussies I’ve ever known. You both gasped. Your eyes glazed over as you ground your hips onto her face. And I thrusted into her repeatedly, slapping my palm against her clit as I felt her starting to cum. She came once. Then twice. And then on the third time, I heard you cum on her face. The gurgling of her mouth as she tried to hold your cream was too erotic for me to ignore, and I emptied myself deep inside of her. Then I watched you push me out of the way and lick her pussy clean.

Damn, that was indescribably hot. Yet as I came to myself, I became aware of hands on my ass, spreading them apart. I smiled to myself as a shiver started there and began to snake its was through my system at an alarmingly quick pace. Before I knew it, the anticipation had my body shaking, and you hadn’t even done anything besides touch me. My cock sprang to life, and pressed against the oven, forcing me to back up a bit to avoid the heat.

Which pressed my naked asshole directly into your waiting mouth. I groaned as your tongue touched my hole, and then pressed further into me. My vision blanked as pleasure took control. You felt to fucking good, and as I felt you spread my ass more, my cock started leaking immediately. I had no control. I was at your mercy. I arched my back and lowered my head, eyes closed tight as you feasted on me. I felt your hand grab my cock and begin stroking it. Your tongue and hand worked in tandem. Essentially you were milking me. And I was fucking enjoying it.

Tightening your grip, you stroked my cock up and down. You could feel the pulsing of my veins, and the throbbing as blood rushed to my pleasure center. My body was tingling, awash in fierce heat that wasn’t looking to subside quickly.

Before I knew it, I heard your voice in my ears. You were coaxing me.

“Does Daddy like it when his little Slut comes and takes what she wants sometimes? Huh, Daddy?”

I heard the grin in your voice, and also felt sweat beginning to cascade from my forehead. At the same time, I felt your fingers on my cock, pulling more precum from it. And then one of those fingers slid into my ass, and I jumped, then groaned. My eyes tried opening, but the feelings were too intense. I couldn’t even move my mouth to form coherent words. Your finger pumped in and out of my ass...deeper and deeper. Each further delving tearing at my resolve. My body shook violently now, as I tried to stave off the inevitable. Then your voice came back again,

“I can’t hear you Daddy. Am I being the dirty Slut you craved? Will Daddy give his little Slut her breakfast soon? She is so starved for her protein shake..”

With that she picked up her pace in my ass. I could feel the involuntary tightening starting. My groin was moving if it’s own volition. Your hand on my cock pumped furiously, and my grunts grew louder and louder. Screaming profanities as my body began to break down, a scream formed deep inside and then hurriedly began pounding through every wall of resistance I’d built. Without meaning to, my lips parted and I started panting. My muscles were tight...craving release. My cock was twitching uncontrollably. My precum was not thick, and hitting the floor in big drops.

The pants turned to screams, and as if reading my body, I felt your finger leave my ass and your lips replace your hand on my cock. You forced me down into your throat and waited for the inevitable.

When I finally came, I moaned and whimpered as I shot a torrent of semen into your mouth. Your moans of appreciation became a distant sound, as the only thing that I truly heard was blood pounding between my ears. My heart slammed in my chest. And I still came. And I filled your mouth, yet you swallowed with aplomb.

After what felt like hours, my body relaxed, and I slunk to the ground on unsteady legs. I opened my eyes and felt you laying on my thigh, my cock still in your mouth. You looked at me like a satisfied kitten, then jumped up and got dressed for work.

Leaving me to eat breakfast alone.

Remember yesterday morning? Payback is a bitch.
 
I fear the quiet.
If loneliness is the Boogie Man
Then the quiet is Evil Incarnate.
It stalks me,
And taps me on the shoulder,
Leaving sprinkles of icy malevolence
That trickle down my shirt
Until they reach my heart.

I fear the quiet,
So I fill my head
And heart
With the kind of noise that
Keeps me insane.
Cause sanity breeds salient thinking...
And I might fall apart.

I fear the quiet.
Thus, I keep coming back to lit...
Thirsting for notifications
From my phone
To distract me from the dreaded
Quiet.
 
I fear the quiet.
If loneliness is the Boogie Man
Then the quiet is Evil Incarnate.
It stalks me,
And taps me on the shoulder,
Leaving sprinkles of icy malevolence
That trickle down my shirt
Until they reach my heart.

I fear the quiet,
So I fill my head
And heart
With the kind of noise that
Keeps me insane.
Cause sanity breeds salient thinking...
And I might fall apart.

I fear the quiet.
Thus, I keep coming back to lit...
Thirsting for notifications
From my phone
To distract me from the dreaded
Quiet.

I know how you feel.
 
I fear the quiet.
If loneliness is the Boogie Man
Then the quiet is Evil Incarnate.
It stalks me,
And taps me on the shoulder,
Leaving sprinkles of icy malevolence
That trickle down my shirt
Until they reach my heart.

I fear the quiet,
So I fill my head
And heart
With the kind of noise that
Keeps me insane.
Cause sanity breeds salient thinking...
And I might fall apart.

I fear the quiet.
Thus, I keep coming back to lit...
Thirsting for notifications
From my phone
To distract me from the dreaded
Quiet.

Quiet??? What the hell is that?? :confused:
 
If it so happens
That I’m not around as much
Or even disappear,
Don’t worry. Don’t fret,
Or waste a single thought for me.
I always make a return.
 
I fear the quiet.
If loneliness is the Boogie Man
Then the quiet is Evil Incarnate.
It stalks me,
And taps me on the shoulder,
Leaving sprinkles of icy malevolence
That trickle down my shirt
Until they reach my heart.

I fear the quiet,
So I fill my head
And heart
With the kind of noise that
Keeps me insane.
Cause sanity breeds salient thinking...
And I might fall apart.

I fear the quiet.
Thus, I keep coming back to lit...
Thirsting for notifications
From my phone
To distract me from the dreaded
Quiet.


I so feel this. That quiet, the void that you can’t seem to fill....”when the hole’s big enough there’s no filling it. It just becomes a part of you.”
 
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.

Chillygirl....coffee??
 
People often
Look at me and think
That I’m King Goldfinger,
That everything I touch
Turns to gold.
But when I look at me,
All I see
Are the trails of weeds
Lining the paths
I’ve wandered.
This discrepancy
Baffles me.
Maybe I should
Change
The mirrors
That I look in.
 
People often
Look at me and think
That I’m King Goldfinger,
That everything I touch
Turns to gold.
But when I look at me,
All I see
Are the trails of weeds
Lining the paths
I’ve wandered.
This discrepancy
Baffles me.
Maybe I should
Change
The mirrors
That I look in.

You should change that mirror because that's not you at all, Pervy! :heart:
 
When we continually give our light and what sustains to others along the way, it’s easy to see those shining as they walk away from us but only darkness within.
There is a light within you though.
Sometimes shining bright.
Sometimes an ember.
You think you go unseen.
But it’s impossible to ignore.
 
You should change that mirror because that's not you at all, Pervy! :heart:

When we continually give our light and what sustains to others along the way, it’s easy to see those shining as they walk away from us but only darkness within.
There is a light within you though.
Sometimes shining bright.
Sometimes an ember.
You think you go unseen.
But it’s impossible to ignore.

I appreciate both of you. More than words can truly say.
 
When you wake up
(As a man anyway)
And the first thing that you see
Are tented sheets
And the first thing that you feel
Is tense and insistent spasming,
Well...
The first thing that you do
Is close your eyes
Settle in,
Wrap confident hands around taut, brown skin,
Slide up, slide down while imaginin’
Being in..
Then being out...
The warm, tight wetness of your skillful mouth...
Fingers that tickle rapidly tightening balls...
A moan escapes, but that’s
Not all.
Tiny drops leak from the head,
Down my shaft, pool on the bed,
Thinking bout you giving me head
Has me arching my back in bed.
Has me biting lips in
Desperate need of such ministrations
And as pace quickens
As do your lickings (in my mind)
And I find my fist now a blur
And my language becomes a slur,
Lightening quick, and with forceful burst,
The tension releases so hard...
That is pleasantly
Hurts.

Mess now made..
Time for work.
At least until..
Another jerk.
 
Well that gave me quite the image to think about this morning as I lounge in bed...
 
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