Borrowed Fantasy

She turned around to face him and with her still on top of him, he sat up to kiss her. Their kissing became almost frantic. His hands were all over her body. He kissed and licked her nipples making her once again call out his name. He placed his hands on her hips and started pumping. She was so wet and so tight and she felt so good wrapped around him. - SEX IN HIGH HEELS

Feels Like Summer

And I am feeling hot and bothered...

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.

Insatiable

My eyes were closed the whole time wishing it was your mouth and your hands all over my body. I am imagining at that very moment that we are together and your ravishing my body with your expertise. I sit back down and spread my hot, wet, hairless lips to expose my aching clit. I run my fingers over the edge of my lips careful not to touch my erect knot or enter my dripping wet hole. I want to be teased by you. I need you to torture me with your tongue, hands and your beautiful cock. Bring me to the edge of orgasm then stop and just kiss me hard. Make me beg for the honor of sucking you and the privilege of having you inside my tight wet pussy.

I Was Once In Euphoria

"Just as I am about to orgasm again you enter me. It’s difficult at first due to the extreme size of your manhood, but you succeed as we both quiver. Finally I am experiencing the joy I have fantasized about. I am in awe of how incredible it feels to have you inside of me. You’re pumping me with everything you have, which leaves me wishing this moment could last forever. Suddenly you start thrusting harder and deeper. I spread my legs wider than I ever imagined possible. Until this very moment, I could never have imagined what euphoria felt like, but you’ve brought it to me."

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

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...