Wetter than Puddles #2

I feel your touch,
your fingers…
slide
between my skin
and the lace,
that pretends
to shield my mound.
I feel those digits
part my lips…
dip
within my walls
that ache to be
fucked so
lust rippling through
having me drip
having me grind
having me buck
I feel
the cumming
of a release
bigger than the last
sweeter,
wetter than puddles

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KISS ME #12

Kiss me
lick me
touch me
be
that
which fills
my cup
of desire
fulfilling the
hunger I feel
Kiss me
lick me
touch me
get me
wet
get me
hot
Kiss me
lick me
touch me
I
want the
sensual
caresses
Kiss me
lick me
touch me
I
sense your
need
so
hold me
embrace me
be one
with me
Babe
just
Grab me
fuck me
love me
yes…
then
kiss me again

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

KISS ME #8

To fuck
or not to fuck,
is that the
question?
Sitting across from you,
I am aware
of the
want.
Eyes meeting
I can’t quite
read your thoughts
yet.
New,
we are
still
treading
carefully.
Not wanting
to mess it up.
But to kiss
is not
a question.
Wanting our lips
to lock
I want to
show you,
have you,
feel my
desires through
the hardness
of my kisses
long
wet
can you tell
how
we
should
kiss
and then
touch
and have your
wetness
want us to
ride in one
explosive
cum
after another.
All with just
a
kiss?
To fuck
or not to fuck?
Doesn’t matter.
We’ll just
kiss.

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

KISS ME #7

You beckon
legs spread
on the
bed
fingers
stroking
You
want me
to taste
you
You lick
one digit
then
another
Hands on your thighs
I stare up
to you
in anticipation
of your gasp
my tongue
dips
sharply
fucking
you,
you begin to moan
Fingers
in my hair,
you guide
my tongue
telling me not to stop
“right there…”
And I do
rewarded
with your juices
in
my
mouth,
I kiss

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

DESTINATION DESIRE #12

Late night,
Happy hour over,
we get on the last
buses out
of town
a loud, old
battered
clunk of a bus
it’s
barely occupied
except for
three up front.
We head to the back
After the conductor
gets his fare
you sit on top.
Touching
pulling at my
nipples
you mouth:
“fuck me!”
wet at the
request,
I kiss you hard
turned on,
I unzip your
jeans
still teasing
my breasts
my hand slips in
oh, my
soaked,
the back of
my palm holds
your pussy
while
my fingers
lay
just
right
and
I know its
right
as you rock
Both hands on
my shoulders
you grind
whince
grind
moan
grind and
when you
pick up
the pace
I know you
are cuming.
The clunk masks
your ecstasy.
As you shudder
you hold
my face,
eyes closed
riding out the last
climax,
you soon say,
“Your next!”
fuck yeah…
Destination
Desire,
Babe

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