Fingers trace the lines of her form,
Each touch ignites a pulsing storm.
In every curve, a secret lies,
In every sigh, our passion flies.

The quiet tremor, a thrilling ache,
Her body whispers, mine to take.
I find my fire where her warmth begins,
In this tender dance, beneath her skin.

A flood of heat, a claiming tide,
Her hips, a rhythm I can’t deny.
Each breath she takes, a soft command,
As I lose myself in her demand.

The world fades out, just her and me,
Bound by desire’s gravity.
In every pulse, a story flows,
In every moment, our hunger grows.

The way her body pulls me in,
a velvet vice, where we begin,
heat rising fast, I lose control,
her depths consume my very soul.

Each pulse, each throb, a final plea,
to fill her with all that’s left of me,
a flood of fire, molten, wild,
claiming her like Earth claims the Nile.

Her thighs, a canvas, streaked and wet,
our lust’s reminder, can’t forget,
the trails we leave, the mess we make,
the way she trembles, the way we quake.

She moves, and every step’s a tease,
her warmth, my mark, between her knees,
she holds me there, a living shrine,
to moments shared, her body mine.

And when she whispers, low and true,
"I’m still yours, I feel it too,"
the world dissolves, just her and me,
lost in the tide of ecstasy.

No teasing, no wait, just pure delight,
I take him in, my mouth grips tight.
My tongue glides slow, tracing his head,
Feeling him throb as my hunger’s fed.

The taste of him lingers, salty and raw,
My lips move steady, without a flaw.
Up and down, two strokes in a row,
My hands explore him, my passion on show.

I stroke his shaft, cradle his need,
******* him deep, fulfilling his greed.
His moans grow louder, his breath a cry,
His hips buck wildly, reaching the sky.

Wanting, needing, his control is gone,
I take him deeper, until he’s undone.

His tongue moves slow, with a purpose so sweet,
Circling her pearl, where desire and heat meet.
Inhales her scent, her arousal laid bare,
Each stroke of his tongue is a lover’s affair.

Every flick, every taste, ignites her, to invite in inside,
A symphony of pleasure and desire waiting to collide.

His tongue moves slow, deliberate tease,
Circling her, savoring the scent with please.
A flick, a taste, my arousal’s heat,
His mouth, her ****, a rhythmic treat.

Up and down in a steady flow,
Two strokes a second, driving her low.
Her swollen lips throb, each flick divine,
Every touch claiming this body as his.

No prelude, no tease, just raw need,
A hungry mouth taking the lead.
In the back seat, where secrets abide,
Of the Uber's dark, wild carnival ride.

My skirt pushed up with a hurried hand,
No ******* to slow his fervent demand.
My thick *****, spread wide apart,
Exposing the pearl that quickens my heart.

His tongue descends, deliberate, slow,
Circling the heat where my arousal flows.
A steady rhythm, two strokes in time,
Each flick sending shivers up my spine.

My swollen lips throb, pulsing, alive,
His every touch makes my senses dive.
The tension builds, I feel it rise,
As his tongue tastes deeper, igniting my cries.

Three thick fingers, filling me tight,
Driving me wild in the shadowed night.
Back to my ****, his mouth relentless,
Licking and *******, leaving me defenseless.

I’m wet, I’m ready, my body ablaze,
Lost in the haze of his carnal craze.
Licking, licking, with passion unbound,
In this moment of bliss, only pleasure is found.

A finger teases, a slow delight,
Exploring my depths in the shadowed night.
It slides in gently, a wicked play,
Halfway in, it takes my breath away.

I’m trembling, aching, pleading to feel,
The heat inside me, raw and real.
My hips rebel in a desperate ride,
Fighting the wave, yet I open wide.

His tongue is sinful, a lover's art,
Sending sparks that ignite my heart.
I’m moaning, groaning, lost in his hold,
Surrendering fully, my body bold.

Pleasure crashes, a tidal wave,
Each peak higher, I’m enslaved.
My toes curl tight, my ******* rise,
Hard as ice, under his skies.

My ***** clenches, his fingers flee,
A flood of release, I’m finally free.
The seat beneath, soaked in my bliss,
A testament to this carnal kiss.

In the shadows of night, where secrets thrive,
Our bodies collide, electric, alive.
He grips my hips, his touch like fire,
A hunger unleashed, raw desire.

He spreads me wide, his **** pressed near,
The ache of his size, both thrill and fear.
Slowly he enters, my breath catches tight,
Then deeper he thrusts, consuming the night.

Gentle at first, then harder he goes,
Our passion explodes as his rhythm flows.
My moans fill the air, my nails in his skin,
Each stroke pulling me deeper within.

His body tenses, then a groan so deep,
As he claims my depths, I shudder and weep.
The pleasure cascades, my senses ignite,
Lost in the heat of our fevered night.

He pulls out slow, still thick, still slick,
The taste of our lust, warm and thick.
I take him in, my lips embrace,
Cleaning his length with a sensual grace.

In the quiet car, our breaths entwined,
A secret shared, two souls aligned.
The ride of the night, our passion untamed,
Forever remembered, though never named.

The cool evening air hit me,
as I made my way to her door.
Her email had lingered all day,
each ***** word burning in my mind.

She knew exactly what to say,
how to get under my skin,
make me crave her mouth,
her body,
driving me wild.
taking her time,
playing with my body.
through my mind.

Then I arrived,
The door cracked open,
I slipped in,
the room dimly lit,
candles flickered, shadows danced on the walls.
Bluesy tunes played softly, sultry,
the air heavy with vanilla and ****.
She always set the perfect scene.

There she was, lounging on the couch,
a tight dress hugging every curve.
Her messy hair, her teasing smile,
half naked, her eyes telling me
every thing I need to know to please her...
obey as I must, as I concur!

A devilish grin, that naughty tease,
Dark hair falls wild, blue eyes that seize.
Spoiled, untamed, with a playful bite,
Tattoos of black and blue ignite.

White stockings climb to knee-high heels,
Thighs part wide, the tension feels.
A deep breath, eyes filled with fire,
Long strokes feeding raw desire.

Nail marks, crimson, trail her skin,
Moving slow, she begs again.
Silent screams, her voice held tight,
Handcuffs click, surrender’s right.

Her hair pulled back, legs wrapped in heat,
Open wide, she can't retreat.
A firm grip on her trembling hips,
Toes curl with every teasing slip.

A slick, smooth glide, bodies collide,
Deep thrusts make the headboard slide.
She gasps, she moans, craving more,
Screaming, "Please... come inside, I’m yours."

A whisper slips through the ether's sway,
A sultry secret to brighten his day.
A snapshot taken, a tease, a dare,
A playful reminder—no fabric is there.

Wherever I wander, whatever I do,
The thought lingers softly, deliciously true.
No lace to confine, no silk to betray,
Only the thrill of the game we play.

It's easy, it's wicked, a spark in the night,
A message of longing, of pure delight.
Through the lens, my confession, my silent decree:
I am bare beneath, and he's the key.

I teased her gently, through soft lace,
Heard her growing, breath in chase.
My fingers glided, slow, deliberate,
Finding her warmth, our need, intimate.

She bit her lip, her body tight,
Responding to each bite,
the slower I went, her **** I found.
Circling slow, then spiraling ‘round.

Her pleasure surged, her body shook,
And when she came, I'll never forget the look
But I held firm, fingers deep,
Her body trembled, no words to speak.

"You're everything," she whispered low,
Eyes closed, a softened glow.
Her hands now full of me, a delicate stroke,
Building heat, the air felt full, my body felt woke.

She stroked me slow, then urged for more,
Until I gasped, a wild roar.
We shuddered close, bodies entwined,
Lost in the rhythm, souls aligned.

The world around us blurred away,
In this moment, we chose to stay.

The rope bites deep, a fiery embrace,
Twisting, binding, claiming its space.
Flesh remembers each tender sting,
A captive rhythm to which I cling.

I writhe, I pull, the knots hold tight,
Time dissolves in the grip of night.
Minutes or hours, I cannot say,
Suspended here, where shadows play.

Then a presence, electric, near,
A whisper of breath I ache to hear.
The room hums low with silent demand,
As power approaches—steady, unmanned.

A brush of warmth, a fleeting touch,
My pulse ignites; it’s all too much.
Yet still, I’m caught in this sweet refrain,
Bound in the pleasure, awaiting the pain.

A whisper slips through the ether's sway,
A sultry secret to brighten his day.
A snapshot taken, a tease, a dare,
A playful reminder—no fabric is there.

Wherever I wander, whatever I do,
The thought lingers softly, deliciously true.
No lace to confine, no silk to betray,
Only the thrill of the game we play.

It's easy, it's wicked, a spark in the night,
A message of longing, of pure delight.
Through the lens, my confession, my silent decree:
I am bare beneath, and he's the key.

Your trust in us;
         makes me so *****
         it aches
         in a good way
         you take care of me

You captured me with just one glance,
Bound by your touch, lost in this dance.
I crave your skin, your heat, your taste,
No drop of you will go to waste.

I slide in deep, you pull me tight,
Our worlds collide in perfect night.
Juices flow as desire peaks,
In you, my every need it seeks.

Your body tempts, I can't resist,
Lost in the fire of every kiss.
Tonight, I’m yours, no need to hide,
Consumed by pleasure, I’m by your side.

You captured me with just one glance,
Bound by grace, lost in this dance.
Entice me now, your pleasure near,
Intoxicate, make all things clear.

I long to feel your softest skin,
Between your thighs, desire begins.
Fantasies ignite within,
I crave your touch, the heat, the sin.

Limbs spread wide, I lose control,
Your taste, your scent—devouring whole.
As I slide deep, you pull me tight,
Our worlds collide in perfect night.

Your juices flow, my pride, it swells,
The need to fill you—time will tell.
Each ******, a surge, my body’s plea,
Intense release, as you tempt me.

Bound by this rhythm, I crave it all,
Loving the pleasure, feeling the call.
Tonight, I’m yours, no need to hide,
Lost in the heat of this wild ride.

You captured me with just one glance,
Bound by grace, lost in this dance.
Entice me now, your pleasure near,
Intoxicate, make all things clear.

Your scent surrounds, I’m drawn to taste,
No drop of you will go to waste.
Limbs spread wide, I lose control,
Savoring you, devouring whole.

Every touch ignites the fire,
Your body feeds my deep desire.
Enamored by the way you feel,
The heat between us, raw and real.

Tonight, I’m yours, no need to hide,
Loving the pleasure, the heat of the ride.
Bound by this rhythm, I crave it all—
Surrendered to you, under your thrall.

Your hand gently brushes my hair aside,
Fingers trailing down my face,
Palm cupping my cheek,
Then gripping tightly, pulling me in,
Making me lift my gaze, drawn to you.

A soft, teasing kiss meets my lips,
I’ve craved this moment,
Yearned for you, aching with need,
I would wait forever for your touch.

Your tongue explores me deeply,
And I press closer, wanting more,
My moans escape as I surrender,
Knees pressing into the ground,
Lost in the hunger between us.

Your grip tightens, pulling me back,
Your lips claiming my neck,
Each kiss a mark of possession,
Forcing me to feel, to take it all,
Until the world knows—I belong to you.

Flesh awakens, hearts collide,
Desire dances, nothing to hide.
Rhythms build, soft and slow,
In your gaze, a burning glow.

Unspoken heat, lips drawn near,
Passion whispers, loud and clear.

The needs of flesh tempt the soul,
Ignite desires, as truths unfold.
Vibes that pulse, in rhythm's stride,
Ambition wanes where truth resides.

In the depth of your gaze, it lies—
The unspoken desire in your eyes.

Fingers trace the curves of his bare chest,
Each touch, a deliberate quest.
In every line, a story unfolds,
In every breath, my longing holds.

The quiet moment, a canvas bare,
Where desire whispers, soft as air.
I find my fire, in the heat of his skin,
In this silent dance, where we begin.

I crave the taste, the forbidden sip,
The abyss between your waxed lips.
Where silence meets desire’s call,
In that tender space, I fall.

A fleeting kiss, a secret shared,
In the depths of longing, we are bared.

Your lips, a sanctuary sweet,
Where every touch, our souls meet.
In the curve of passion's grip,
I wish to linger, in that intimate dip

My hands continued to explore he;
                  my fingers finding their way,
                  between her legs,
                  feeling her wetness.

In slow, firm circles, my fingers glide,
Teasing her gently, her breath amplified,
With each trembling gasp, her body speaks,
The language of pleasure in waves and peaks.

"Do you like that?" I whisper, a firm command,
As I guide her desire with a steady hand,

In the rhythm of yearning, she finds release,
In the dance of control, a moment of peace.
Our world narrows down to this intimate bind,
Where power and passion in union unwind.

t the game, the crowd was loud,
But all I saw was Claire in the crowd.
Green eyes and a redhead's flare,
She stood behind me, unaware.

Her plaid skirt teased, her smile was bold,
A promise of trouble yet to unfold.
No words exchanged, just a knowing glance,
I was hooked, caught in her trance.

Later that night, fate played its part,
A bump, a number slipped to start.
At the food court, she was waiting there,
A fantasy in red heels, beyond compare.

Her touch was playful, her eyes intense,
But the night’s promise made all else make sense.
Back to her dorm, in darkness we fell,
Her body a secret I couldn’t help but tell.

She came alive under my touch,
Four times she shivered, but it wasn’t too much.
Then she took control, her gaze a flame,
With skill that drove me past any shame.

Time stood still, or maybe it flew,
Until I gave in, everything she knew.
Pure ecstasy, she didn’t relent,
And I collapsed beside her, utterly spent.

If not your touch, that ignites my skin,
then let it be your presence,
that wraps around me, pulling me in.

Your nearness, a magnetic force,
a silent whisper, a powerful source.
Every inch of you, I crave, I need,
whether it’s your touch, or just your presence indeed.

Have you ever felt the spark,
that stirs within, igniting dark?
Fingers twist, desires rise,
a gentle urge, beneath the skies.

A gush of pleasure, soft and sweet,
as love's tender rhythm finds its beat.
To be admired, in passion’s call,
have you ever felt that fall?

And in that moment, as you surge,
a wonder blooms, on passion's verge.
A mystery still, how love takes flight,
have you ever pondered such delight?