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“Swallowing Pearls and Lace” “How can I get you to go down on me,” he asked, without preamble. His voice, nervous, laced with strength hums through her form, summoning a tatting of *** I moved my entire form Across the room Pushing his solar plexus With index finger The wingback chair collecting His form – assuaging my intent. Retreating nine steps To gather my acumen in dripping my clothes off Adroit pivot portent gaze locked exteroception - engaged His exhale executed succinctly in shallow lung puckered alveoli – Clenched - resonates as my own. Pearls scooped catatonic atop lingering breast ascension - alone Remain – Summoning brine. I taste his pulse Derma puckering sweat Redolent vapor Knotting between each pore – skin taut declaring his need. Fingers supporting my upper weight I glide - crawling pressing half inch spurs into the carpet Lackadaisical dactyl dance Seizes muscle calf to thigh Invoking listless leg drape Pausing Warm breath – rendered Upon knee cap parallel Framing shoulders Engorging - in aching silence Pulse thick, wrought in shaft Kneeling Primed Proud I flick the button From slit fabric recess Cupping palms under thigh, rendering garment to puddle half-in – half-out whole chthonic shaft to palette Sliding exhale to mound lax jaw focus His iris entreats - narrowed corneal withdrawal Oblong lip array surrounds Supping the creamy, coppery, Smoky, saline Latent dribble invokes my tongue Furl about lip cusp Absorbing globule Into slaked smile.
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 6:20 PM UTC
Swallowing Pearls and Lace
“Swallowing Pearls and Lace” “How can I get you to go down on me,” he asked, without preamble. His voice, nervous, laced with strength hums through her form, summoning a tatting of *** I moved my entire form Across the room Pushing his solar plexus With index finger The wingback chair collecting His form – assuaging my intent. Retreating nine steps To gather my acumen in dripping my clothes off Adroit pivot portent gaze locked exteroception - engaged His exhale executed succinctly in shallow lung puckered alveoli – Clenched - resonates as my own. Pearls scooped catatonic atop lingering breast ascension - alone Remain – Summoning brine. I taste his pulse Derma puckering sweat Redolent vapor Knotting between each pore – skin taut declaring his need. Fingers supporting my upper weight I glide - crawling pressing half inch spurs into the carpet Lackadaisical dactyl dance Seizes muscle calf to thigh Invoking listless leg drape Pausing Warm breath – rendered Upon knee cap parallel Framing shoulders Engorging - in aching silence Pulse thick, wrought in shaft Kneeling Primed Proud I flick the button From slit fabric recess Cupping palms under thigh, rendering garment to puddle half-in – half-out whole chthonic shaft to palette Sliding exhale to mound lax jaw focus His iris entreats - narrowed corneal withdrawal Oblong lip array surrounds Supping the creamy, coppery, Smoky, saline Latent dribble invokes my tongue Furl about lip cusp Absorbing globule Into slaked smile.
(Revision 1 - Shifted into 1st Person)
meagan-moore
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meagan-moore
American
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 6:20 PM UTC
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