My Lover, I Want You...

And when he came into her, with an intensification of relief and consummation that was pure peace to him, still she was waiting. She felt herself a little left out. And she knew, partly it was her own fault. She willed herself into this separateness. Now perhaps she was condemned to it. She lay still, feeling his motion within her, his deep-sunk intentness, the sudden quiver of him at the springing of his seed, then the slow-subsiding thrust. That thrust of the buttocks, surely it was a little ridiculous. If you were a woman, and a part in all the business, surely that thrusting of a man’s buttocks was supremely ridiculous. Surely the man was intensely ridiculous in this posture and this act! – DH Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover

Erotic=Absurd

Erotic love. Deep sexual pleasure. Those sensations you can’t speak of without sounding absurd and so you don’t speak of them at all until at last you cease to experience them and in time you can’t believe that others experience them, you can only react with derision. You’re anesthetized.

I Crave...

Today is just of the days when I crave for you so bad...

I crave that instant,

that tiny hesitation,

just before you thrust.

Just before you fuck me back,

when you’re clinging to the edge of the shore of our passion.

My Secret Garden

We stood by the bed and undressed. I knelt down, took his hardness in my mouth and he almost almost emptied himself down my throat. He brought me to my feet before that happened and pushed me to the bed. For a moment, I thought he didn’t want me. He knelt before me. His tongue gave me so much pleasure when he wandered all over my palace garden. I was in seventh heaven.” - Eros Painter

You Torment Me

Fingers curled into the table. Hips trying to lift upwards. He was teasing her. He took his cock in hand and rubbed it over her. Letting her feel the heat of his dripping cock, loving how their juices mixed. Hhis other hand spreading those thighs wider for him. Such beauty and it was his. Slowly he slid the head of his cock down along her slit, slowly working her body open. Pressing the head just inside. She was burning with desire, it took everything he had not to shove himself into her. To forcibly take her and rape her willing body. He looked up at her face to see the intense pleasure. His name was whimpered on her lips as she begged to be fucked. Such a good little girl she was. Hips slowly rocked, but only teasing her. Only giving her that little bit of him. He reached down and dragged his nail over her clit. Her body jerked upwards. Her hands slamming down against the table. Her lust had taken over, she attempted to move her hips. To push into him to take him… He was having none of that. He merely chuckled and slapped her cunt. “Now… now, little one, I could always pull out and leave you aching” they both knew he could and would. He was her sadisitc tormentor. - Masochistic Beauty

Candyshop

“Now take it in your mouth,” he told her.

“I did it before,” she thought as she moved her mouth towards the tip of his cock. “It wasn’t so bad.” She covered the tip of his cock with her lips and then she pressed her tongue against it. She paused for a few seconds to get used to how it felt and then she slowly lowered her head until she had three inches of hard cock in her mouth. “Oh, God,” she thought as she began bobbing her head up and down. “I’m sucking his cock. I’m really sucking his cock.” She was thinking of stopping when she heard him moan softly. It excited her and she felt her pussy getting wet as she took another inch of his cock into her mouth.

“Very good,” he said to her. “You’re a natural at sucking cock. Now rub it on your face while you catch your breath.” She realized she had been breathing through her nose while his cock was in her mouth and she was panting as she let it slide from her mouth. - Eros Painter

Cataclysm

Fear envelopes bones like new skin,

envelopes blood with night’s skin,

the earth moves beneath the soles of the feet—

it is not your hair but the terror in your head,

like long hair made of vertical nails,

and what you see are not shattered streets,

but rather, within you, your own crushed walls,

your frustrated infinity …

–Pablo Neruda, “Cataclysm, Part X”

Fused Bodies

He will turn me over on my stomach, and he will enter me even harder, my moans heightened by his hard slaps to my buttocks from this position. He will see my bright red ass, the product of a day of anticipation and desire, and he will come, deep inside me.

I will fall asleep in his arms, his long arms reaching down and curling around my spanked bottom. I will whisper ‘I love you’ and he will smile and say the same. He will ask me if I enjoyed my spanking, and I will nestle in even deeper towards him, trying to fuse our two bodies together.

I will be spanked. And I will feel alive...

My Favorite Mistake

Your eyes look to the man below,

then roll toward the skies.

Your juices start to gently flow

to the tongue between your thighs.