Yumminess #9

Fingers of my sweetness
trail oil down
my spine…
Aroused,
my back arches
as digits caress
my roundness and
my curves
Slicked hands
firm on brown skin,
slipping through cracks
and dips…
strumming the hardness
of nipples,
of my clit &
strong limbs give in
to the sensual seduction
of a sweet lover
digging deep

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Wetter than Puddles #4

You
cocky son of a
bitch!
Got me hot and
bothered
wanting more of
that teasing
to feel you
on me
I wanna take that
offer
To have your tongue
over my skin
To have your lips
part mine
To have your fingers
play me
Can I fold to your
rhythmic play
Can I move to my
staccato sounds
Can I get lost
in the pleasure
as you watch me get
wetter than puddles

MAGICAL #20

Fingers laced
I can’t help but
love your hands.
Long digits,
clean cut nails,
delicate skin.
Hmmm
I smile at the
thought of
what we can do
with those
fingers.
I bring them to my
mouth
sucking each one
as I hold your gaze.
Wet, I take them down
my body
and stick them in
my core
my wetness
Amazed
you stroke
back and forth,
while Im
losing my mind
one moan
after another
Man!
I can’t help but
love your hands.

~These words are from my heart to yours. My thoughts spun to words. Be kind and respect them.~

DESTINATION DESIRE #11

“Suck it,”
you say it
between clenched teeth.
The pleasure
of my touch
is
more than you can handle,
and my tongue
licks your shaft.
Up
then
down
to your balls
“ohhhhh!”
I hear you beg
“babe, suck it”
I want to, I do
your hardness
such a turn on
my juices drip
from me
I want you to
“fuck me”
so
lets compromise
Your fingers
for
my mouth
“hmmmmmmmmm”
mouth around you
I’m loving
“hmmmmmmmmm”
those digits sliding
back
and
forth
“ohhhhhhhh
yesssss”
spills from your mouth
shaft
all the
way
inside
of
my mouth
my throat
“goddamn woman!”
as my tempo changes
going
up
and
down
faster
and
“hmmmmmmmmm”
you found the
my g-spot
wanting you more,
wanting to please
I suck
and
I suck
But wait!
your fingers
out of my pussy
You say
you want
to
fuck.
Oh Yeah
Changing course
Destination
Desire
We ride…
and
we
cum.

~These words are from my heart to yours. My thoughts spun to words. Be kind and respect them.~

SOAKED IN LOVE #7

Crooked fingers inside
of
me
I remember
Your breath on my skin
to the feel
of your finger tips
delicately
working their way
from
hips
to my
lips
my wetness
marks
the spot
where you
tease
tug
touch
stroke
long and
steady
reaching deep
your fingers
curl at the
gspot
coaxing
me to an
explosive
orgasm
that has me
tremble
on the sheets
soaked in love,
my juices
flow
and
your
tongue
takes its fill
Damn!

~These words are from my heart to yours. My thoughts spun to words. Be kind and respect them.~

I WANT #6

I want you now

my fingers pull at you

I want you close

to kiss you hard

I want your neck

and I bite

I want your nipples

between my fingers

I want your pussy

wet in my palm

I want to step back

as I catch my breathe

I want all of you

Your lace bra slips off

I want you

and you step forward

Another kiss and

I want to taste you

on the bed, no

I want to fuck

your legs on my shoulders

I want to caress you cunt

Fingers deep inside

I want to hold on

as you ride me

I want your moans

to fill my ears

I want to grab

your hips as you buck

I want to slow

it down, start up again

I want you now

SEDUCTION NOTE #10

Parted legs.

My fingers circle around your ankles.

Each hand flattens on the top of each foot while the coconut oil soaks through the skin.

With a few more drops, my palms sandwich each calf at a time…

caressing the skin…

covering them in a sheen.

Then up and down strokes relax you.

And you part some more.

Yet a few more drops and I work my way up one thigh…

on the outside….

then the inside.

Your fingers dig into the sheets.

In balance, my hands find themselves on the other thigh…

on the outside…

then the inside.

More drops on my palm,

I warm the oil,

and spread it gently over your pubic bone.

You gasp.

A caress so deep,

triggering a hunger so wide.

Fingers dance on the outer lips.

Your hips move.

An index feels your wetness.

You want more.

Another index joins in.

Rythmic.

Your moans are.

Juices flowing,

faster moaning,

you loose yourself.

Legs still parted.