Author: InternationalHouse1

She stretches her body in downward dog and flips around, hovering her dripping pussy and ass leaking over my face before splatching it down with a smack.

We consume each other and relish in the taste of each other’s bodies, both overwhelmed in subspace , before gravity dominates and the 69 is subverted from the horizontal plane to the absolute vertical — a perversion of tradition, a kinked up play on conventional milquetoast intercourses .

We jump to the task in uncontained excitement , our bodies buzzing with that impatient frustration of wanting to get to the release of tension… to get down to it, to really get kinky, and feel subversive and naughty…worse than what we were already doing in the cover up of our kitchen consummation.

We separate and both stand planted facing one another, eyes locked in knowing acknowledgment. We had crossed a threshold and stepped over into a door that we could not return from.

We hungered and our bodies shivered in shock at the chill of being a part after such an intense and mutual experience. The only thing next was to revert to our fundamental lust and complete our moment of kink in the kitchen. Read more »

I do have dreams of j
Sixty nining in the family room
On the couch

Or on her bed we roll
Caught up in friction through our bodies
Up and down

Up in the attic room
Creak the bed, milky legs entangled
Press and hold

A secret getaway
From the tensions of the holiday
Be released

No one notices us
When we come back and sit on the couch
Touch our eyes

Through our jeans we feel close
Vibrating in anonymity
Nothings up

I want to steal away with her at a holiday party and hold each other in embrace , her arm around my waist, massaging each other’s asses in a secret passageway in the mud room or the upstairs office
Or a quick kiss as we pass alone in the dining room between the kitchen and the full and bustling living room

I have visions of us fucking clandestinely around the house.
When rents are gone
And we sit on the couch alone together, her leg draped over my belly. A closeness that gives way to togetherness, which sets off our wound up, cross the room tensions. Read more »