Lust over Love Faith over Knowledge Friends over Family Fake over Real Them over Us ... Condemnation over Respect Lies over Truth Conflict over Harmony Confusion over Calm Her over Me ... Silence over Talking Tears over Laughter Disappointment over Content Black over white ... Devastated by his choices She decided to choose wiser. From now on. Just for herself.
You were the one I wanted to hold in the darkest of nights. So I did. You were the one I wanted to tell my deepest fears to. So I did. You were the one I wanted to wake up with, even on cloudy mornings. So I did. You were the one I wanted to give all my love to. So I did. You were the one, I hoped would want that all the same. It seems you never did. You left. Me wanting.
Slowly, little soap bubbles make their way down, the foam touching your neck and moving over your perfect collarbone. Lingering there for a while before the steaming water spurs it on to continue its journey. Leisurely, almost tenderly, the soap laps around your full breasts, your hands sliding lower to trace a smooth path across your flat stomach to your black hairy mound. My eyes follow every movement, until you turn. W...
Let me share with you a tale of two sisters, Moira and Seraphina. Moira is the elder of the two and a sorceress of unparalleled grace and beauty. Her movements are like those of an elegant swan, and her presence is both captivating and enchanting. Her silver hair seems to have a life of its own, while her bright blue eyes hold a lively sparkle. By contrast, Seraphina, the younger, is a mischievous and playful trickster. S...
He opened my thighs as if it were the holy book. Kneeling down in grace to whisper a prayer in the language of his tongue. With kisses sweet as sacramental wine, he traveled down my body. Tasting the rose wet with sacred holy water. His hands calloused, moving with reverence as if he was handling holy bread. He entered the temple of my tangled limbs, I could feel the presence of the Divine. His name, a moan on my lips lik...
Rose covered nipples Ready to pinch. Uncover them slowly. Inch after inch. Red blossoms, nipples so pink. Contrast to make you think. Imagine me bare without any lace. Rosy cheeks, not just on my face. Barely I feel your finger’s tips. Lightly, softly, gorgeous flicks. Watch those nips get harder without an actual touch, |wet spot growing on my panties, my crotch. See what you are doing, hear my pleas. Feel my trembling n...
*** "Amelia, Darling!" Samantha called out sweetly. "Dinner's ready!" Amelia groaned inwardly, her heart sinking at the prospect of enduring yet another obligatory holiday gathering. She knew her mother meant well, but her own feelings associated with Christmas simply couldn't be erased. She just wasn’t a fan. She tried to muster a happy face for their sake as she made her way towards the dining room table. As the lingeri...
I love this game we're playing, to read the words you're saying. Hear the ping, see the sticker. Now you sent me a picture. A pic that makes me squirm, I press my butt down firm. Feeling wet and tender, typing back with fingers slender. One trembling hand begins to descend. I don't understand that pull, but I know I want to feel so full. I know you'd barely fit. “Show me your juicy desire!” I comply and admire Your persis...
Just words on a screen, letters so pristine. Leave me breathless, a shaking mess. Open my gown. Touch me deep down. In worlds apart, find my heart. My flimsy attire covers my desire. Burning bright. What a delight. My skin in your hands. Caress me, hear my pants. Burn me, to the core, 'till the sun paints stripes no more. Though, you never touched me there still I feel you everywhere. Your words on my screen, it never has...
From my point of view, I could see you devour him completely. The heat of the room became palpable as your eyes locked onto mine. You took in his glistening cockhead, the veins on his shaft and went down to his quivering balls. His size excited me unexpectedly, and it was beautiful to watch you swallow him over and over again. His hands were knotted in your beard, gripping your head tightly as he pounded away at your mout...
Reading the sultry stories of my competitors, fingers exploring my pantyline. With every page, an insatiable heat grew within until I was atop a furnace of desire. My lids heavy with arousal, I forgot about the Halloween invitation and wondered how many I had read? Suddenly, an ice-cold whisper pierced my reverie, dripping with evil: "666." My gaze was locked in terror on two glowing red eyes reflecting in the window ahea...
He trembled beneath her pumpkin-colored gaze, luscious form, bathed in the streetlamp light, radiated with heat, and he fell into her hypnotic trance. "No need to fear me," she purred, "unless you fail to obey. Steal something for me before Halloween, something of value these hands cannot replace!" His breath quickened, captivated by her promise of his deepest desires. Her stare remained steady and his mission was set: ta...
*** Acousticophilia is defined as being sexually aroused by any auditory stimulus (including music, songs, poetry, verbal abuse, speaking in a particular foreign language, screaming, panting, moaning, groaning, and heavy breathing). *** Was it just yesterday? We talked on the phone for the first time and I heard your sweet voice just then, making out your exotic accent? Us laughing and giggling over the first awkward minu...
I want you to undress me. I will expose your body to my need. I want you to peel off piece by piece with your lazy but well-aimed hands. I will slowly undress you as I explore every part of you. I want you to be in charge and decide which piece to take off first and which comes off second until you have my naked curvy self all for the taking. I will control your pleasure, bit by tantalising bit. I want you to make me wait...
The body underneath me belongs to him. A man with high standards and harder features. Those which I enjoy at the moment. Strong muscles press into my fingers. Pubic hair tickles my nose. Veiny hardness touches my tongue. I worship all that beauty he brings to the table. But as I look up, all I see is you. You...watching me. You...turning me on. You...making me wet. Your watchful eyes are in control, guiding me with a lust...
