That Random Guy Nov 2017

let's start with going to places, starting with your neck

Christine Sep 2017

it's hard to say who would be the planets and who would be the solar system. we easily revolve around each other

Phoenixstar Jul 2017

I want to slide my fingers
out of my pockets
into your lap
in between your legs
and push your buttons
until your eyes roll back
into your head
and pass out and go to bed

سماء Sep 2016

You're so small and helpless. I know how hard you try to conceal your eagerness, but it's not going to work. Not with me.
As I wrap my fingers tightly around your neck, you press your legs together.
Do you have something you're hiding from me? I yank your legs even further apart, loosening my tie as you part your lips slightly, emitting a small mewl as you bend your knees.
I grab a fistful of your hair with one hand and use the other to yank down your underwear, and all throughout this, you've maintained your composure quite well.
I'm impressed... but, well, not that impressed. You'll be easy to crack.
All it takes is a few tiny gestures... small movements.
Something simple can drive you so crazy, mm?
I trace my fingers in little circles, just above your core, getting just low enough so that I'm almost brushing over your clit. Almost.
I'm only satisfied when I notice the impatience growing on your face.
You seem surprised as I drag you across the bed, towards the edge, and grab your wrists, using my tie to bound them together.
You seem even more surprised as I suddenly begin to rub my fingers along your slit.
Is it moving too quickly for you? Are your thoughts in a blur?
My fingers aren't stopping, sweetheart, and, oh-
3 are already inside you now.
It doesn't seem like you're handling it very well at all, I can feel your pussy constricting desperately around my digits, but guess what?
I'm not going to stop.
You're rocking your hips against my hand, but that isn't doing much for you, obviously, because I can practically see that adrenaline building up inside of you.
I can see your frustration in the flush of your cheeks.
You'll cum when I decide.
As I hook my fingers inside of you, dramatically speeding up my pace, I can see you believing you're almost there.
"Yes, yes, yes, that's the spot, faster, faster--"
Then, my fingers are gone.
I hear you mutter "fuck" underneath your breath, and that pulls a chuckle out of me.
Where's your composure now?
Let's see.
One finger slides inside of you once again, much slower than before. Your eagerness is still at its peak now, but you can't reach your high this way, honey. I curl and uncurl my finger, adding another, and another, and you moan in satisfaction.
You can't even rock your hips once I've held them down, and my spontaneous fluctuation in pace can only leave you wondering when you'll finally be relieved.
I rub my thumb in circles around your clit, once again rotating my fingers inside of you, and you're just about a mess at this point.
You're screaming, whimpering, pleading me to have some mercy on you. Your voice fills the room to the brim.
I only increase my pace thereafter, and your voice gets caught in your throat,
is it washing through you now?

Phoenixstar Jun 2016

reading your dirty text
like love letters
the words take over me
with a vendetta
of turning me on
like your body
every line gets better
picturing you in my mind
as I'm reading every line
using my fingers skillfully to reply
wishing it your body I was touching on the whole time

Kim May 2016

sext: i can still smell your sweat on my pillow. my blankets tangle around me but they should be your legs. come back.

sext: when people have near death experiences, in those minutes before doctors bring them back to life, i imagine they hear your voice. i wonder if you’re why they think they found god.

sext: you’re still in my dreams but my roommate is worried because i sleep all day, all night, all weekend. i cannot escape the only plane where we both still exist together.

Kim Mar 2016

sext: there’s not enough coffee in the world to replace the feeling you gave me.

sext: by the time you read this, i’ll be too drunk to respond, but you probably won’t text me back anyway.

sext: while i was driving last night, i tried a cigarette to remember how you taste. it burned my lips and i spent the rest of the car ride trying to get the smoke out of my mouth.

sext: all i’m ever trying to say is that it fucking sucks to feel this way.

pussy wept Jan 2016

if we were praying mantises i would eat your head

Stars and words Dec 2015

Your flickering tongue
Can either be the heaven through my moans
Or the devil through my heartbreak.

WistfulHope Nov 2015

I often wish you met me first.

If only we met before
they gave you promises of desire
they were never sure they'd keep,
before they used you
to fill their boredom in between.
I wish there was a way you'd
let yourself love me,
or try to.

I want to give you
anything and everything
you could ask for.
But you only strip off the parts
that you feel can't hurt you.
I can only guess that
the part of you that wants me too
is the same part that doesn't want to
lose yourself in someone else like them.

I just wish you met me first.

I know you'll never give me a chance, but I can't seem to stop wanting one.
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