Author: idenisa17

I feel so confident and connected as we walk together, hand in hand, into the darkness.

And the moon looks so charming in its nakedness.

It’s not a cold night, but what gives me chills on my spine are his caresses.

One moment later, he stops. He gives me a headphone, and he takes one too. Then he takes my hand, and the music starts. And the way he looks at me, the way he leads me into our dance makes me want him so much. I kiss him, and I feel the familiar wetness that he causes me all the time between my thighs.

I look left and right, forward and backward as I make a pirouette for the beauty in my ears, and then I get down on my knees and open his pants. He’s hard, and I want to show how much I missed him. So I take him in my mouth and dutifully suck him.

He pulls me up and kisses me deeper, then he pushes me towards the bench and flips my dress up. I’m not wearing panties, easy access for his cock. He enters me, and I moan. I shouldn’t moan, I know. Read more »

Slapping her awakens the animal in me. I was born a Leo, and I identify my sexual act with the rawness that an animal feels when it fucks.

I feel alive, possessed by a powerful desire to touch her skin, to grab her tits, to slap her face, to bite her back.

And oh, this hellish pleasure builds up inside of me until I quickly take her head and bring it to my cock, releasing all the tension into her sweet sucking mouth.

The look in her eyes when she sucked me dry will forever be engraved in my soul.

I wanted to talk to her, but it seems she had other plans, the naughty temptress.

But now that my desire is fulfilled, I feel the need to connect to her other parts. I know she has some deep fears inside of her, fears that are hidden to the outer world, fears shown only in her sexuality, in her desire for submissiveness.

So I ask her… 

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I am pushed against the door, my hands are pinned up, and his fingers are moving inside of me. I am so wet, and I can’t wait to feel him inside of me… again.

He grabs me by the hair and kisses me deeply, then he gets away. 

A few moments later, I am tied up and I hang by the wall, his gaze on my naked body.

I close my eyes. He tells me to look at him. I keep my eyes closed, it’s too much I can bear. 

I feel him coming closer to me, he touches my breasts, then slowly kisses my neck. Then I get a hard slap on my ass and I instantly open my eyes and turn. He has a paddle, with the words SLUT on it. And he’s going to use it on me. The thought gets me wetter. And a little bit scared. How hard is it going to hurt?

He tells me that he will give me 50 slaps and that I will be the one counting them. If I miscount or stop counting, the number will double. Read more »

This room feels so familiar… but it doesn’t look like anything I know. It must be you. Your presence here makes me feel like I am somehow in a place that I know very well.

You are laying on the couch, to your left two women, to your right one.

It’s a cozy atmosphere, I feel you are content. Somehow… in your element. 

And I know you like this coziness, you enjoy the company of these pretty women and you want me there, near you. You want to share with me each part of you. And I am happy, because when I feel you happy… it simply makes me feel good. Maybe sounds somehow like a cliche, but it’s a feeling so simple that I don’t know another way to describe it.

Right now, I am an observator. The room, it may be yours, but it’s not. The atmosphere is intimate. On the floor there are two women laying naked. They are kissing each other and that makes me feel somehow… relieved because they are not kissing you. Read more »

I’m not sure what to do now, not quite sure what to say. 

He’s standing at the front door preparing to go and I am still naked, with my cheeks on fire and a little shaking.

I bite my lower lip and look at him up and down.

I’m not sure if I should follow my desire or not.

He stares back at me and looks confused because of my stillness and silence.

I get down on my knees and unzip his pants. I look up at him and he grins. I open my mouth wide and I start sucking him feverishly. He grabs me by the hair and tells me to go to my bedroom. On my knees. He tells me to wait for him on my bed, face down, stomach on the pillows. I do as I’m told. After he unties his shoes and gets naked, I hear him stepping into my room.

I watch him as he puts on a second condom and my mind can’t help, but notice that he came prepared. 

I met him last night and a few hours ago we had lunch together, and now we’re about to fuck again, second round of sex. Read more »

“Another kiss, and she gets out first, toweling,

sometimes singing while I stay in

turn the water on hotter

feeling the good times of love’s miracle

when you take it away

do it slowly and easily

make it as if I were dying in my sleep instead of in

my life, amen.”

~Charles Bukowski

In the mornings, she likes to make breakfast and love. 

About breakfast, she does some delicious maple syrup pancakes. No bra, in her lace lingerie, she cooks with love. Love for the pancakes, for the sweet syrup, for him, for the sweet kisses that she will get.

She likes to play some music, usually, it’s Lana del Rey’s songs when she’s cooking.

And she knows he will come for her. Or maybe for the pancakes.

As he does also this morning. And he kisses her neck and squeezes her booty and… eats the pancakes.

She is filled with pure joy, innocent morning thoughts, and… her cunt is filled with his hard cock.

She bends over the table and they fuck. A morning rough fuck. When he’s about to cum, she kneels in front of him and takes her breakfast. Read more »

*,,And she carves her hips into mine*

*Like she’s Michelangelo*

*And I’m something holy”*

*~Alex Thomas*

He is waiting naked in bed, in the darkness, in anticipation.

She lightens up some candles and shortly after that a lovely vanilla smell infuses the room.

He finally sees her: barefoot, long blonde hair, deep longing in her eyes, a transparent dress that shows Jenna in all of her nakedness.

She plays some music, something very different from what he knows that she likes.

She starts dancing and in the light of the candles, she seems like a goddess. There is something in the way she moves that makes everything in the room seem holy. And she, high priestess of their temple of love, is dancing like in a trance.

He can’t even blink, he’s charmed and attracted to this secret ritual that she’s inittiating.

She stops dancing and takes off her dress. She opens some essential oils. The oil falls down her breasts and she starts touching herself. His cock is hard and he wants to get closer to her, but he’s mesmerized watching. Read more »

“And your very flesh shall be a great poem.”

~Walt Whitman

Her body is a sculpture, an erotic art. He is not a sculptor, but he is a painter. And while she stands naked on a chair, with her legs wide open and her long hair covering her boobs… his hands are holding the brushes and his eyes are holding on to her.

Is she a muse for him? She always puts that question to herself while he stands right in front of her painting. Any woman would give anything to trade places with her right now… But maybe they don’t even need to trade places. When you have it all already… She gets so lost in her thoughts that she almost forgets that she has to stay still.

More than a lover, he is a painter. And he notices the sudden sadness that appears in her dark blue eyes in moments like these when she’s naked and he is doing his art.

And the painter loves her sad eyes, but the beloved is concerned.

He tells her to close her eyes. She obeys. Then she feels the touch of a brush on her skin and the touch and the messy thoughts make her shudder. Read more »