heat

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breasts, chest, cock, erotic fiction, erotic poetry, explode, juice, juice hole, love, lover, me, poem, poetry, pussy, torso

I lifted my legs up in bed
opening them slightly
listening to cars playing below
screaming through the lights
only to be slowed by another bus
then cab
taking their passengers home
or out to work
Jack was home from work
I had missed him
he turned in late
tired
no doubt frustrated
lugging camera equipment
up and down stairs
escalators
on and off platforms
in and out of studios
waiting on his feet
as the girls flowed in and out
after countless hair and makeup sessions
innumerable bra and panty changes
rearranging
before rearranging again
lights camera action sleep
beside me
the horny Sasha
I felt like a housewife without a husband
a cougar with nowhere to prowl
a Jenifer without a stepdad
Sarah without a Malcolm
Maria, two weeks after Antonio had left for fishing

My hand drifted
slowly caressing a small tuft of hair
on the landing platform above my slit
pushing lower at infrequent intervals
to play with my kindness
making a coffee now
attempting to write
poor choice
I write erotic fiction
hornier still I entered the bathroom
gathering up the red wax
my small pink vibrator and the matches

On the spare room bed
with the wax now hot
turning my ribbed pink friend on low
I angled her toward my tight little butt hole
to circle
to dance upon the surface
with her toe in the water
waiting to take a dip
below my newly found drip
Alas I hear stirring
He must be waking up
tools down
with haste
beneath the sheets
tongue inside thighs
licking the shaft
engaging his head
I arise
to engulf his upright hardness
his early morning want
such a gorgeous feeling
sliding further down
hands reaching now behind me
to guide without a sound
silently I moan
juice flowing from within
my cunt wetter with every moment
it needs licking once again

climbing further up
across his long flat chest
my pussy cream now sits
around my lovers breast
I lower ever so slightly
toward his soft wet tongue
up then down I lift
now back down with my bum
resting on his neck
as he works now on my lips
licking deep within
divining my warm wet slit
rubbing anxiously on my clit now
my fingers feel his tongue
his fingers now searching for lava
sliding open my wax filled bum

with knees shaking in a rift
my lovers arms outstretched
his hands teaching my breasts
to push in then to lift
fuck that feels so good
I whisper to myself
only to move back lower
across his torso shelf
to slide his love back in
to push it through my juice
Take it Sasha
he whispered
take me in your pink
take my long hard cock
take it in your hole
with that I arched even higher
my breasts alight in his touch
my pussy simply ached
his length was just too much
ramming into the sweet spot
feeling him explode
my mind racing through the traffic
my love hole about to implode
then shooting forth it came
that sensational hot release
out into the open
gushing at its peak
I rammed him in once more
muscles clasping at his head
draining every inch of his love
whilst squirting on our bed
as my fingers returned to the swelling
to where it all began
the heat now too intense
hey lover boy
turn on the fan

tonight

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breasts, candles, juice, love, me, poem, poetry, slit, snatch, touch, vanilla

Tonight I wanted to look beautiful for Jack
he was at a gathering of colleagues in town
I lay in the bath
slowly lathered my body in vanilla soap
and relaxed
in bed my candle played tricks in the dark
flickering in and out of view
my tiredness overtook me
asleep
the pretty pink camisole’s bottom pushed aside
stirring
I could feel Jack
rubbing against me
my slit lay exposed
exposed for him
my gorgeous man
half asleep I lowered two fingers for him
with my index and middle fingers
my hole opened wide
the pinkness of my snatch
for him to see
for him only
his rod
strong
hard
throbbing in the night
against a sweet candlelight
and me
I rolled over
awake enough to push up my taut breasts
to part my legs
and receive his juice
his tender load
from above my slit
encircling my clit
warm on my stomach
shooting over my breasts
my love
I love you so much
give me your touch
again
again
and again

Please

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breasts, erotic fiction, me, touch

He lay with me
sucking my tender nipples
gently caressing my breasts
softly whispering
I needed to find a way
his right hand
silently pushing my fingers north
away from my desire
my yearning
to touch
and feel
to breath again
please i asked him
trying not to beg

I could feel myself
swelling
dripping
wanting
needing

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

legs

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ass, breasts, erotic fiction, legs, lips, me, poem, poetry, skirt, thighs

the top of her ankles
glided easily beneath her knees
toward her thighs
against the breeze
as her skirt flew upwards
to torso height
uncovering her briefs
in broad daylight
he remembered the powder
she would smother on her ass
the body wash
she would slither inside
he remembered
her breasts
as they danced tall
watching from above
over it all
her neck sitting proudly
answering the call
of a gorgeous mouth
met with beautiful lips
then one button nose
with eyes gazing forth
his stare to hold
with her forehead
so straight
tall and proud
he found her hair
pretty yet loud
he longed for her skirt
to blow far away
far from her briefs
bringing her
his way
for he wanted to consume her
to eat her whole
to smell
then devour her
once and for all
his thirst was deep
his desire was keen
she was a paradigm shift
a surreal dream

Pictures of you

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beach, cat, favorite, fishing, love, me, poem, poetry, you

I swam in the ocean as far as could be
to where the waves met a breaking sea
along the way I passed a whale or two
three sharks one dove and a picture of you

Was within my mind carrying me forth
over white horses toward the north
where an island approached
upon which I sat

On a sandy beach with nothing but a cat
who became my friend and taught me to fish
yes the life of Reilly I lived
but for one wish

To turn rocks then fire
into a meal for two
to trade in your picture
for the real you

seeing you

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arms, hair, jaw, me, poem, poetry

caressing but one jaw
whose mouth lay still
my shoulder searching your calm face
looking at you
hair flew downwards
a back arched
two arms lifted the tall stocking upward
an easy smile from me to you
seeing you

A mothers embrace

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boys, country, funerals, girlfriends, me, mother, poem, poetry, sport

People stood around after funerals in the country
catching up on who was in town
city folk came home for funerals
talking to those around

ministers stood in black
teachers from the past
girlfriends crying helplessly
watching as he passed

the black hearse at the gate
waiting to take him home
to all the childhood memories
beyond the cobblestone
of his chapel
then later life
the people he chose to court
from backyard cricket and footie
as a boy who lived for sport

what would he tell his parent’s
for now he could not speak
how could he caress the girl
whose love to whom he’d seek

I was lost in a sea of faces
shying for unwanted words
grasping to his mother
whose hug I still remember
for as tears streamed down her cheekbones
clutching at her face
I died a million deaths
in that moment of embrace

 

lips

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breasts, cock, ecstasy, erotic fiction, lover, me, oral sex, orgasm, poem, poetry

the tip lay above me
somewhere between my breasts
as they pushed tightly together
gathered in by my palms
I looked into him
toward the eye of his stiffness
waiting in anticipation
for what lay ahead

tightly he held on
before thrusting further out
bucking and shooting in ecstasy
moans silenced with a shout
wanting to touch my tongue
its all too sensitive now
I need to act quickly
to intercept the brow

grasping the wayward cannon
my lips found their throbbing prize
veins and juice colliding
taking him deep inside
flowing behind teeth then gums
pulsating on my tongue
exploding then splashing he writhed
unable to escape my lock
my lips then tongue and mouth
drinking now from his cock

the sweet lava only dripped
in spasms down his shaft
my hungry want for him chasing
his droplets to the last
with one hand on my lover
and another on my boat
my index and middle fingers
setting her afloat
sliding across her bow
slithering as they went
the swelling releasing more pleasure
till finally I was spent

with juice dripping down my thighs
and his manhood still in my mouth
my boat sailed through the heads
toward a dry dock further south
whereupon I could lie and rest
in contemplation of my lot
strengthened in the knowledge
I gave as good as I got