He removed her underwear and couldn’t help but slide a finger only just between her lips. “For me, Ace? You’re so fucking wet.” He grined and she blushed. She was always embarrassed by how wet he made her, even without laying a finger on her skin. Most of the time, the anticipation of seeing him was enough to produce a dripping wetness. He caressed her shoulders with his fingertips while nuzzling into her neck. Her hair was wild and still damp from the falling snow. He didn’t mind. Her shampoo was more of her scent to assimilate. She arched her back and protruded her butt, hoping to feel his erection. He was in fact erect, very erect. The feeling of his hard cock through his jeans was exhilarating. “Fuck me. Please.” She begged. The urgency in her plea was dangerously close to galvanizing him to do just that. Somehow, he managed to resist the urge. He responded as he pushed her away while motioning for her to take a seat. “First, I have to taste you.”  She was noticeably disappointed with having to delay  the sensation of his cock inside her. She knew he was an altruistic being, at least towards her. She trusted him and his guidance. Read more »

“I intend to cover all doubts, that distant dream of having your desires given due deference will no longer be deferred. Together we will draw out the ideas you’ve envisioned so that I can draw them on this dashing canvas of yours. Each section of your body will be delicately covered using every brush flick and stroke to delineate in detail all you deserve.

Any delusions that pleasure will be diluted will be drowned out by delight piercing into the depths of your soul till imprinted permanently. Each injection of color meant to dissolve tension and demand your body reaches the highest apex of delectation. Every design depicted on your skin will be to declare ecstasy is my gift to you till you become delirious.

You said you were a fan of tattoos. In this shop my hands and lips the gun. Tongue among other things the needle. The ink is the rapture you feel during my time with you and the thoughts that run through your head looking at the work I’ve done.
The sweat, messy hair, henna hand print on your derriere, and fresh smile on your face is payment enough…till next time.”

“You’ve the power to turn men to stone. All you have to do is avert your gaze make eye contact and a man will stop dead in his tracks in hopes that he can receive just a few seconds more of your attention. Your beauty is such that Aphrodite becomes envious when you enter the room, Hera puts the shackles onto Zues, and you are charitably attributed to be a missing Charity sister. It is for this reason I’ve stolen Cupid’s bow & studied the arts of Artemis so that every shot I aim in your direction hits its mark.

You’ve listened to siren songs promising pleasure yet are constantly left crashing against nudnik banks. How about you take my hand and allow me to take you on an erotic Odyssey? No tricks or Trojans, you come first.

Lightning is thrown from tongue as it bolts across your breast sending jolts of moans traveling through Hades reviving senses you thought were once dead. Fingers trek upward along thighs tickling lock with hopes of opening Pandora’s Box that allows the chaos of euphoria to be released. I seize the Trident of Poseidon as I kiss, touch, and lick to release the oceans of pent up frustrations and imbue you with this new thing called satisfaction. Read more »