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SOMETIMES Sometimes Sometimes it is a question of memory of recalling what made you curl as bacon in a frying bacon or what made you make bacon sizzle sound through clenched teeth it is these memories which drive supping lips on makes mouth close over sensitive thigh or tender calf teeth lightly run and nibble across belly and soft flank memories rich of how succulent warm skin can be memories of scents of ambrosia arousing me the soft warm moisture as fingers stroke within recalling fingers digging into my side or shoulder as the spark lit no longer smoldering leaps to life makes you twist and turn and rise and fall upon the bed a patch of sweat growing where you lie tortured most beautifully in swelling steaming pleasure unable to hold your own body in place as it reacts arching upwards at tongue's interrogation or squirming under microscopic intensity of caress across those sensual places and crevices you know well which if discovered will lightning strikes of bliss bring and then your throat no longer formed for talk instead a shrieking muddled cooing rising moan reaching out with hands to grip knuckle tight to sheet of bed<b> damp </font></b>as if you might fall seems every law and theory has been revoked panting hard your chest as if a marathon run complete the sweat upon you mixed with juices tart and tangy such a delight you are beneath this mouth and teeth which nibble closes deeper as you in pleasure leap hands holding you down so another part can be addressed every nerve screeching enough allow some rest hands tangled in hair and your own teeth into bottom lip propelled forward you are a lustful Aphroditian nymph and in your own thoughts the lust is high you close lips over other throat and bring forth a love mark and kisses now enflamed with desire and need intense tongues lashing and slashing in kissing deep fence and sometimes it is the memories which recall how you move when finger down spine draw or how you gasp when nipple taken between pressing lips or how a thousand other little tiny things which set you off the hand on thigh or finger slipping over creviced bud balance of buttocks riding upon my hands as in equal part aroused thrust deep with true aim and clinging to my body as ridden and riding we go can feel the rhyme this deep erotic pulsating flow bound together by our own intense desiring need become an almost insatiable greed to be upon and with and kiss and pleasure bring and most of all memories which recall as you from the heights above trembling pleasured fall I must catch your body and draw it close to my own wait a moment for you to reclaim a breath or two before we share a kiss playful light and true a shared affectation of the trip once more we did and then my fingers<b> damp </font></b>still within you slide gently begin to lead you back upon that track in kisses once more teasing upwards spiral we of licking caresses and stroking warmth sometimes once is more than enough but with sensual urging and time at hand shall take you higher as Sun once more destroy this bed and leave you raw at nipples touch you jolt and cry and deep inside the stirrings such things begin to close down and cease no more talk and intelligent senses set aside focus is now only on orgasm and we slaves to esctasy rocking and caressing and kissing and chasing peak the next orgasm roaring in from the deepest seas a wave we can not fully capture or control a breaking wave crashing over you and me buffeted are our bodies and they fuse and explode a petite death become a grander one as orgasm take hold shaking our thoughts as wind leaves from Autumn trees flashes of colour and brightness as us orgasm frees from Time or Gravity or sense of where is here just knowing in same bound spiral of euphoric rapture we two souls strung out in universe pleasure capture and of these moments memories deepest made a rut carved into thought to be carried to the grave a rut carved into our deepest spirit and our soul of who we are and what we can achieve if we give our all. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction |
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Very sensuous and erotic. It makes me crave the reality. Do you think there could really be such a reality, or must it always remain a fantasy?
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