In times when I feel cold

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breasts, desire, erotic fiction, juice, love, lover, lust, me, orgasm, poem, poetry

It was late
I was cold
I needed to sleep
fictional characters rattled inside my head
further out from your blanket filled bed
inside your head
dreams filtered through
I needed the characters to leave me
I wanted to dream of you

The cold air dissipated
as my toes met yours
your warm feet
stirring quietly
alone in your world
I could feel my body
needing you
your touch
your tongue
your love
you

sliding a finger beneath my thong
the wetness gathering below the surface
beneath the groove
waiting
hiding
within the crevices of my slit
for you to arrive

Drifting now
into sleep with you
marking time
with your metre
your breath
your dreams

Light tickled my eyes
the sun
trying to come inside
the sheet
wandering away from me
as I rolled over
to see you
with your knees upright
I listened
to the sound that awoke me
the wrestling of your want
laying a hand on your stomach
I watched
your fingers
struggling against your shaft
blood
firing through your neck
into your the storm of your temple
flowing at will
through your biceps
your chest
back within your torso
to meet me
with my soothing hand
circling
as my fingers crept beneath
feeling their way
below your swelling
across the surface
caressing the opening
the entrance to your desire

I was too late
your want too strong
too deep
bucking and moaning
you writhed
attempting to gather you
to reel you in
to quell the subsidence
sitting up
releasing my breasts
to capture your need
to drown in your lust
to drink in your desire
before you crashed
hot
spent
in spasms
near me

Massaging your juice across my breasts
arousing my nipples
lathering the torso
asking your fingers
to join in the dance
my destiny soon arrived
with my wetness upon me
with my fingers deep in the pink
being licked now by your tongue
without any time to think
I exploded
in waves upon my fingers
gushing warmly upon your mouth
with the sweet nectar gently flowing
I needed to let more out
lifting my butt from the bed
with my back arching way up high
two fingers dove in deep
to release the stars from my sky
my own self came crashing now
amidst moaning
spasms
and a cry
screaming out your name
searching for reasons why

Why it was I loved you
with a passion and with heat
why you turn me on
every time we meet
why I need to take you
deep within my soul
to fill my heart with warmth
in times when I feel cold

unbelievably sensational

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anal, boys, butt, erotic fiction, erotic poetry, girls, me

it must have been late
the middle of our night
my lover rolled me over
to open me up wide
spread your ass cheeks Sasha
he signaled from up high
open up your butt hole darling
licking inside my thigh
before collecting my sweet cunt juice
to wet his now keen tongue
within moments he’d then enter
my sensitive yet eager bum
lubing up his thumb
reaching for his knob
he inserted his gorgeous ridge
in then quietly out
my elbows planted firmly
I then turned face about

he had prepared me well
my gorgeous erotic man
taking me ever so softly
gently as we began
to find our steady rhythm
to love at an even pace
car lights circling our bedroom
bringing me his face
he was focusing ever so closely
on gathering my firm hips in
gripping at my thighs now
cutting into my skin
fuck me up the bum hole
my gorgeous sexy boy
fuck my tight little asshole
use me as your fuck toy
you know I need it darling
ram me up my bum
fuck me harder darling
give me your hot wet cum

grinding on his cock
my tight little butt did ride
up and down his shaft
sliding it deeper inside
way up into the tightness
my one true hole for him
squirt it out my darling
shoot it further in
unbelievably sensational
are adjectives that spring to mind
my boyfriend fucking me
up my bum hole
taking me from behind
screwing my tight hole senseless
on and on I’d scream
drowning in a sea of ecstasy
loving my honeys wet dream

us

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erotic fiction, gorgeous, poem, romantic, us

I was eager and excited
as I alighted from the spa
within the room of candles
you joined me from afar
my pussy smooth and clean
my mouth all glossy and fresh
for this moment I’d waited
for the entire week

My ass was washed throughout
in case you felt the urge
for me I just loved you
over the top
and in between
with you so much older
I did feel somewhat shy
yet I’ll remember that night you held me
until the day I die

For I was but too young
to take in such a man
much too inexperienced
to pleasure as I now can
yet thank you for staying with me
through the thickest of the thin
you are my gorgeous romantic
I’m open
come on in

lauren

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bath, breasts, erotic fiction, lauren, poem, slit

Lauren stood waiting
the rain began to fall
he still hadn’t arrived
it was late
she was tired
a taxi home

in the bath Lauren soaked
two vanilla candles
a glass of white
lavender bath oil
a delicate breeze
and now
the chance to be on her own
without him
he really was tiring
changing plans
letting her down
then pretending to care

she lay
relaxed and warm
the soap
sliding down her neck
over her shoulders
in circles
massaging her small breasts
her stomach
raising her legs
the soap
wandering across her slit
then down
toward her little bum hole
then over her thighs
toward her ankles
her feet
then her toes

the candle flickered in the breeze
Lauren drank in the warmth of the night
with the blinds
letting in only moments
pieces from outside
as they ebbed then flowed
in sync with the wind
a storm was approaching
as was her bed
where two soft pillows
clean sheets
and her fingers beckoned

last night

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bed, hug, night, poem, poetry

You nestled into my neck
hair softly touching my cheekbones
fingers reaching into my hand
drifting off to sleep
another memory to keep

You’re breathing ebbed and flowed
falling into a deeper sleep near me
the night sounds rested less peacefully
birds flew in circles
unsure where to land
bats hung on recklessly
fighting for more fruit
cars dealt with late night police
the pool lights flickered
in and out of time with the teenagers
brown from a summer of bikinis
laughing through a summer of holidays

A train rattled by
two birds played
it was darker than I thought
early Sunday
breathing ever so quietly
you swam through the night
in and out of dreams
in then out of sight

I wanted to hold you
brush your blonde hair away
kiss you on the forehead
hug you over my way
perhaps I’ll just listen
to the sounds of the night
before you awake
to turn on my light

Wind howled at my window
pushing back the blinds
racing through the night sky
swirling around my mind
were you now awake
listening to iron rattling on our roof
or were you still asleep
frightened of the day
when you and I would drift
with the wind leading us astray

The wind crept slowly through my window
I could faintly hear you
breathing quietly
against the tide of another morning
with her sun
away in the distance
moving ever so peacefully
toward us

I could still hear you breathing
slowly
I leaned over to breathe you in
to drink in your warmth
wrap your soul around mine
to capture the moment
and take with me
for when i needed it
in times when I was lonely
scared
in need of love
it feels good
you whispered

jasper

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ass, breasts, cock, erotic fiction, hooker, juice, sasha, transexual

He paid the $200 at the door
to Sasha
Louise is the third door on the right
she said
he walked upstairs
lay on the bed and pulled his trousers down
his underpants still on
removing his jacket,tie and shirt
he waited
for what seemed an eternity
the escort the hooker the prostitute
he wasn’t exactly sure what to call them
appeared
no doubt from their previous escapade
he thought to himself

with gorgeous breasts the pretty brunette smiled
lying beside him and touching his leg
kissing his cheek she moved closer
he was somewhat nervous
though he appeared not to be
fondling within his pants she reached for his cock
his eyes transfixed on her breasts

He could feel his rod stiffen
everything he had anticipated was coming to fruition
but he was still scared
Louise reached for the condoms
folding, unwrapping, sliding
then slowly lowering the plastic sleeve along his thick shaft
she sucked and lubricated his being
only looking up to withdraw her tongue
for him to gaze at
to analyse
to become more, and more turned on
she pulled away and slowly removed her skirt
her purple thong looking up at him
What would he do now?

Louise appeared uncertain
moving to turn back to him
to launch on her all fours she paused
uncertain of which way to turn
he anxiously moved her thighs
pushing her butt before him
the tight deep hole
almost purple in color now rose
she reached down below her stomach
seeking to pleasure herself
as he guided the condom forth
with his cock and balls soon after
Could he catch a disease?

It was too late now
Louise began to rock back and forth on song
grasping at his cock
with her tender juicy ass
her hands continuously stroking
up and down her rod
she strangled her pre-cum head
as he held her butt cheeks firm
she begged him to push harder
to fuck her dirty hole
as she squirted cock juice out
screaming and squirming whole
he then retreated quickly
to throw the plastic down
now stroking on his shaft
with the might of one half as young
shooting all over her face
her lips her mouth then tongue

with his suit all placed back on
with his tie all nice and neat
thanking Sasha for her time
he made his way back to the street

boating

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boating, clit, erotic fiction, licking, oral sex, orgasm, poetry, sails

The morning light met the window pane
to shine through beneath the white curtain
within our room the light travelled
in small segments
to lay upon my chest

I gently rose my knees
then opened my legs some more
slowly caressing your hair
brushing from side to side
whereupon your hands appeared
angling from around my thighs
to rest upon the base of my stomach
before lowering to open me wide

Your tongue sat ever so slightly
gently upon my clit
moving from my hull
softly upon my bow
then rising up my mast
to steady the wandering tac
before gently sliding downwards
to sail me back on track
your gorgeous sweet subtle lips
then encircled the open deck
swallowing in then out
removing me of breath
as clutching to your mane
I arched my firm tail high
to inhale your beautiful tongue
to feel your every move
loving the warmth of you
deeper inside my groove

I needed to empower myself
to open my sails at full mast
to bring forth my anxious wetness
to lengthen my angled cast
opening now even further
grasping and pulling your hair
I released the boat from her anchor
to sail away in your lair
dancing upon the water
at one with my new found crew
bobbing and breathing again
quivering and tingling anew

Watching now as your head rose on up
to see your stomach
your legs and your cock
heading north in a strong firm movement
to land upon my dock
alas
it’s the phone now ringing
why silence the wind from my sails
I have to take this
you said
turning around in a bend
amazing timing
I thought
I can’t believe it
it’s his girlfriend

Needing him so much

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country, mature woman, romance, touch, young man

The younger man approached from afar in his car
a late model Jag
or similar I thought
asking directions into town
politely at first
the heat now oppressive
gripping at my shirt
I offered him a drink
a seat then my attention
undivided at times
before wandering further out
searching his eyes for something stronger
a feeling
a moment
where he may notice me
the aging rural woman
alone aside her tree
where I explained my situation
to this strange passerby
with whom I related
now engaging him in the eye
You’re almost at your destination
I let him know
It’s twelve miles west by road
five by the crow
yet with a car such as yours
I’d be reticent to walk
stay for a while lets sit and talk

As chance would have it
he had not booked in town
and he soon fell in love with my place
the more he looked around
the rambling country homestead
with her fence made of stone
where we walked and laughed
til evenings call
whereupon I made dinner
as he showered then dressed
returning to my guest room
to sit then rest

During dinner he spoke
of his ex wife
and his need
to head west once again
to recapture his life
returning to his childhood
near his boyhood home
looking into the past
divining his roots
loving the feel
the strength of the plains
wanting to reach out
let go of the reigns
to close his eyes
then reach out and touch
longing for his memories
needing them so much

Soon after dinner
a night cap and a chat
I retired to my room
to collect my thoughts
then sleep
the last man I had slept with
was 10 years dead
I needed to move on
to start living instead
instead of living in the past
of drinking through the years
through those melancholic nights
lined with sombre tears
yet something about my visitor
lit a fire within
I may have been somewhat older
though I needed to begin
to turn things around
to enter the flame
he provided the opportunity
if only I was game
rolling over now to lay out the night
my legs began to twitch
my tired thighs bite
itching at my slit
asking to be touched
sliding up then down
needing it so much

The curtains drawn
silencing the moon
alone in bed
my mind wandering through the room
he must have enjoyed my company
to sleep here tonight
he appeared well to do
educated and polite
there was something about him
I longed for his touch
gradually opening wider
needing it so much

muscle and toil

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bed, breasts, erotic poetry, lovers, poem, vagina

Your back lay flat
head upright
legs straight then firm
toes taut but tight
hips in sync
vagina smooth and soft

Shoulders asleep
breasts in keeping
with a torso of skin
muscle and toil
to firm for me
to attempt to uncoil

You were but my love
my friend in the night
to have and to hold
till mornings light

let us begin

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breasts, cheekbones, fingers, poem, poetry, us

Tie back my hair
place a palm on my forehead
whisper quietly in that peaceful ear
how much you missed me
rub water from the basin
upon my laid bare stomach
glide your silent fingers
across my open breasts
rest them on my cheekbones

your neck shall be my shelter
your shoulder a friend to lean on
nestling against the softness of your skin
let us begin