Perplexia
Romance embellisher
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I am in need of caffeine...does hell have coffee?
Hell is paradise, it has whatever you desire.
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I am in need of caffeine...does hell have coffee?
I am in need of caffeine...does hell have coffee?
We mainline coffee around here.
Imagine Hell without coffee, we might kill each other. laughs
We mainline coffee around here.
Imagine Hell without coffee, we might kill each other. laughs
I prefer this level. The people here are quite enjoyable.Or fuck each other to death, but then where would we go? Another level of hell?
I know right? smilesYes, we'd hate for Hell to actually seem UNPLEASANT.
Laughs some more, grinning.
Or fuck each other to death, but then where would we go? Another level of hell?
I prefer this level. The people here are quite enjoyable.
He felt her hand moving back against his own crotch in a suggestive manner, only driving his own arousal higher. He looked down at her, listening to the soft gasps that were just for him, even in her sleepy daze, ignoring the potentially prying eyes of others. And as her mouths opens once, he leans into press his own lips to hers, kissing them wetly, sucking on them, as he slides two fingers into her wet heat and begins pumping her, making her bounce slightly in his lap. His tongue strokes hers at a similar pace as he kisses her, and discretion be damned at this point.
He breaks the kiss with a soft grunt. Ungh....you should know...I still owe you something more....rough. His thumb teased up against her sex, finding the nub at the top center of it, and brushing back and forth against that even as he violated her with her fingers, hearing just the suggestion of wet noises as he plunged them into her. You're still not off the hook.
He let his cock lazily slide against her pert bottom as she was jostled about in his lap by the actions of his hand, his other hand sliding up and brazenly cupping her breast through her top.
Yes, we'd hate for Hell to actually seem UNPLEASANT.
Laughs some more, grinning.
in spades, and heaps and barrels...... simply a fuckton of everything sooo very bad for you...... ......Hell is paradise, it has whatever you desire.
Or fuck each other to death, but then where would we go? Another level of hell?
in spades, and heaps and barrels...... simply a fuckton of everything sooo very bad for you...... ......
No... if we die here, we go to that place where fucking's not allowed, where everythings all morally correct, with puffy clouds and harps and shit...
Fuck that...No... if we die here, we go to that place where fucking's not allowed, where everythings all morally correct, with puffy clouds and harps and shit...
- tasting his lips, biting them and swallowing his breath as a second delightfully thickness joined the first with even more pleasures to her clit... but the tempo...her gasps slowly turned to a frustrated growl... her hands slipped down to grasp his wrist... all ten of her razor sharp nails sunk into his skin-
Slow your roll..... Rough... absolutly.... another night, not this one...
-Watching his eyes, hers glittered as her hips so very slowly fucked his stilled fingers... eyes locked to his her cunt griped his fingers as a tremble fluttered through her entire frame and her nails retracted.... grip faltering-
yes..... slow..... wickedly fucking slow..... . and.. I dont... even pretend... to be off any hook..... fuck.... once I'm off....... I'll find... another way.. back on.
What if that desire included being a woman's male plaything?
Aren't they always are play things?
He gave her a long, low growl as she gripped his wrist, but he acquiesced, his fingers rolling very gently in and out her until she let go of him. He held his eyes on hers intensely, watching her frame, as she began to writhe, just slightly, her body rocking, rolling on him. He kept his hand on her chest as he started into her face, his eyes still burning into her, while he slowly teased her, pushed her, played her with his fingers. Nice and slow-light touches across the clit, then back, moving in and out of her, stroking and petting the inside of her pussy.
You're right...we'll keep you on the hook. That's where you really need to be, on the edge...waiting. With a soft chuckle he nibbled at her chin, fingers coaxing against her...his eyes slowly falling closed as he fell into a rhythm, his fingers becoming inundated in her juices.
Some are yes... Some choose whom they desire to dominate them. Others could view this statement the other way too....
I was only making a funny and a rather bad one at that.. Sorry
Some are yes... Some choose whom they desire to dominate them. Others could view this statement the other way too....
and that dynamic is why i love men and women and tops and bottoms and switches and bitches and ... and well...
yea... so many playthings to be and to do.... hmmm I think I just said I like fucking, no?? maybe
-her eyes stayed locked to his till they glazed over and slid fluttering shut... her body twitched, caught with her breath, savoring every tiny touch, every slight change in pressures brought a hitch to her breath, every feather stroke to her clit rolled a tingle over all of her skin... if she were any more sensitive she would feel every ridge of his finger prints and every wrinkle knuckles have... several times one stroke of nerves played off another and her breath would rush out, her hand sought out the back of his neck, feather light, touching, holding him there very delicately, her face turned, lips rested on his cheek as her cunt fluttered, gripped, soaked them both in slow burning wicked torment....-
The edge.... is.... such a fucking...... delight...... all unto... itself