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techgoddess

Deliciously Sticky

She delivers the titillating sex act she promised.

Red locks danced provocatively atop the swell of her breasts as she crawled to him to deliver the titty-fuck she owed him. She looked delectably feral. He sat waiting as she kneeled before him, teasing his cock to life with her talented tongue. Drizzling copious amounts of lube between her luscious girls, she leaned in to capture him. Soft skin and massive breasts made for a wicked combination, and soon he needed release....

SebastianTombs

Dessert Of The Month

The joys of sharing something sticky and sweet...

“Mmm, warm!” I raked soft, sweet baked fruit spheres over her breast with the fork. “Ooo, cold!” Softened vanilla ice cream capped the other teat. Our licks and sucks swabbed each other’s nipples. She slathered my cock head and slurped it clean. Twice. Sticky handprints decorated hips and butt cheeks. Crust bits tumbled as she straddled me on the chair, sheathing my stiff cock. “Mmm, I love your warm homemade cherry cobbl...

EmmaMoon

Sticky Situations

My habit of walking around the apartment naked has clearly become a source of concern for Sir.

Sir grumbled as he meticulously applied opaque stickers to our windows. "Why did you do that?" I inquired. "Because you walk around naked. I don't want our neighbours to film you, making you a FikFap star." "I'll start wearing clothes." Sir examined me, laughing and shaking his head as he noticed I was only wearing thongs. "I highly doubt that." Smirking, I teasingly slipped off my thongs. "Bad girl," he chuckled, playful...

LuceDevlin

Sticky

a study in ovipositional beauty - in poetic stanza

Her vulva was like a nest the slit - moist and slick salivatingly shiny. Her belly moved up and down with her breath, heavy with effort. The pheromones in the air made the surrounding stamen thick and firm - bristled and sticky. Sticky with lubricant and oils, aching, she groaned softly as the stream of soft, pearly, eggs spit out of her slit - her folds opening like petals petals of an exotic floral being. The voyeuristi...

DarkSide

Unerotica - Cornflour

Who gets to decide what's erotic or not?

He’d watched something on the TV, I could tell. He placed a blanket on the floor, stripped me naked and sprinkled cornflour all over my body. His hands glided over me, effortless and frictionless as he massaged my breasts and body. Until… Crevices were explored, fingers got wet and before we knew it, the massage was dough like with the consistency of glue that stuck to his cock like a whore’s mouth on heat. We giggled ent...

redwriter34

It Was Her Turn

Being awakened could have rewards...

Again that, thin, tentative, yet demanding cry. Sleeps sensuous pit rejects him as he unwillingly, swings his feet to the floor. Wifely shape slumbers on, oblivious. Her turn, too. Forgetting sleep, as cold air strikes bed-warm chest. Weary legs stagger to reach cot-side. That tiny back is patted gently while fingers grope over smooth, sleep-warm face, locating sticky maw of mouth. He has that momentary parental glow as h...

redwriter34

The Way It Is

Just one sleepless night with love...

Up, unwilling, Out of sleep’s sensuous pit, Again, the cry, thin, tentative, Third, this night? Fourth? Wifely form slumbers on. Up, cold night air slaps bare chest Stagger on bed-weary legs One hand to pat infant back Other gropes around squalling baby-face, Sleep-warm, smooth skin, sticky maw of mouth. Hard, wet gums close on fingers Sucking madly, Soother replaced, cries subside. Peace, as back in bed. Mound of fond mo...

Shylass

Thrall

Rough whispers of white laceOn caramel skinWhere her scent fills the airWith her honey and sweat.Tight is the kissWhere she welcomes you inTo the swelling wet secret.She begs to be fucked.Hunger seeks tastesFrom between swollen folds,To be sucked on and lickedWith the tongue's brutal lash.She will writhe on your mouthAs you feast on her soulAnd her spirit is brokenBy the lust in her cunt.Helpless and shockingHer curving t...

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Alexandra_A

Love's last quatrain

Occasionally, even little pigs may recognise pearls amid their sty

I built a poem from Lego bricks Perfection! Not a hole to fix Each room I filled with emptiness Each plastic rhyme with hopelessness * Hey, lover! (who builds poems from sticks) I built a poem from Lego bricks He read, his face - a doleful mask - Proclaimed I had not met the task * 'To beat the wolves, my lover dear Do more than to the rules adhere I built a poem from Lego bricks When I was four, or five, or six...' * Wit...

Shylass

Pussy Pudge

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolenPlump, soft legs, so smooth and pale,Are parted slow in languid ache;Satin opens now to velvet,Tremors travel, writhe and shake.Cushioned inner thighs so tempting,Grab her flesh and squeeze her hips;Pinch her nipples, bite her legs;Smell her juice and suck her lips.A tip of tongue to prise her cleft;A hand upon her wobbling tit;A...

Shylass

For Want of You

I cannot breathe.

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.This sultry, shimmering wall of blazing heatIs as misplaced in the night as aCreature of darkness exposed in the day.I step outside and walk to meet you,The cavernous oven melting my hairTo lie clinging, drippingOn my neck.My footsteps wade throughThis black orchid syrup mistTowards you.I cannot breathe.But I don't want to,Not wi...