Love and War (MF)

They did not want to die virgins – The outline of her nude body – There were no restraints in France – Her fleshy-white thighs – Sex and mortality – her black silk stockings – A reward – and garter – for surviving battle – came off – or a refuge from imminent death – Fingers on her soft-silken pussy – Young British officers had money to spend – Her gorging breasts – Knew they stood a good chance – nipples like young, pink raspberries – of being killed within a few weeks – The way she moaned and arched her back.

Fellow officers chose to visit the brothels of Paris – Several young women writhing and sucking each others’ breasts – A maison tolérée – The Madam – “blue lamp” – took him to an eight-sided room – a refined category of brothel – walls and ceilings entirely covered with mirrors – reserved by secret edict – The only furniture a low divan – of the British army – luxurious – for the officer classes – on which this pretty little brunette displayed her charms – the misery of the trenches – opened her legs wide – A refuge cherished from the horrors of the first industrial war – She welcomed him most pleasantly – born in late Victorian Britain – her blue – tens of thousands – blue eyes – of young men – the scent of lilac – fear of imminent extinction – her honey tongue – dissolved sexual inhibition – She knew how to suck his cock and make him shudder.

Published
Categorized as Erotica

Roslyn (mf)

Rosalyn, she’s a cat.

Pretty girl come ‘round when she’s hungry.

Those green eyes, that full-body she

swings through

my French doors.

Her purr alerts me to her swirling, pearly thighs

her pussy hair there stirs me — A reach of my desire to pet.

Slip my hot hand in that space between her thighs

and her pussy.

So nice.

Rosalyn’s hair is so black — her face so milky white

she could be a Ying and Yang cat.

Her full breasts like the moon.

Her fevered body the earth.

Her heart the blinding sun.

Panting mouth open, I feed her so well

Champagne, delicate salmon, caviar.

Then I lick her pussy all night long

lapping her juice up like milk from a bowl

as if I were a young pup. Lowering in, drooling, I licked

all of her glistening cunt, I licked

and I licked

until I plunged my

cock inside and fucked her until morning light

when she’s gone.

Gone a long time.

Days and nights.

And so I wait.

Published
Categorized as Erotica

My Wild, Sexual Sisters and I, Veronica Love (Group Sex)

My dear reader, this is the memoir of my sacred pleasure. I will tell you everything, but there’s so much! Where do I begin? I guess at the beginning.

I was the middle of four daughters growing up in Jacksonville, Florida.  My hot sisters and their sexual escapades caused trouble for my poor, dear half-Italian Mother. No doubt they were incredibly beautiful budding in their adolescence, as was I.

First Mother had a hard time keeping my highly sexual older sister, Vivian, under wraps. Vivian was gorgeous, but not the prettiest of we sisters, maybe being the oldest. But she was lovely nonetheless, exuding an intense sexual aura like that of an Italian movie star with her shapely curvy body and thin waist topped by perky breasts. Her almond- shaped green eyes were like magnets that pulled any boy in toward her sultry, olive skin topped with flowing, thick brown hair. And she had the desire to please.