Desire He watched her across a sea Of fine bone china, White cotton, And the darkness of tea. Illuminated in a shaft of dusty yellow sunlight, She teased, Applying sticky pink lip gloss, To those oh, so kissable lips, Spread; gently plumping With a tongue tip, The places he needed to be.
Yes, how sweet the temptation, Of sex denied, She stoked that fire Within his core. She gave me your number. I know that sounds strange…but we have…well, a kind of special type of relationship She knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it.
She wanted rough hard sex without restraint from someone she trusted and desired. I hated how she owned and possessed me; how there was hardly a moment when she was not on my mind. I hated how I needed her He knew the creak of the tightly laced black leather as she paced slowly behind him, the particular click of the razor high heels on the hard wood floor as she moved back and forth, back and forth. He knew she was teasing him. He was kneeling, as she demanded, facing the wall.
He would retire to bed soon. Peter never had been a fan of Halloween, but since Tina had left the house he had become somewhat reclusive, and the threat of teenagers or kids banging on the door calling trick or treat filled him with dread.
He had a bowl of sweets ready, and Added 24 Feb Category BDSM Votes 6 Avg Score 5 Views 9, 6 Comments We are the ones that will make this day real We are the ones that will make this day real and the morning sun is beautiful now We are the two that as one will grow insane Because love is mad and always true We are the ones that will call the breeze to tighten our minds And dry our eyes, and whiten our skin with the salt of the sea We are the ones that will never know That tomorrow is lonely and impossibly far To her it certainly felt that her desire was all consuming, And could burst at any moment, Into a mass of tiny rainbow coloured beads, Which flopped through the air, And crashed onto the hard wood floor, Spreading desire As love spreads into every available space.
She bit into her crisp white toast, And sipped juice, And hoped that he Her figure displayed, As she steps away, In the sort of skirt you can pull off at seventeen, A touch obscene, Short and tight around her sexy bum, Her sexy bum made firm and round, With squats in the gym, Turned Had it ever really happened? Had she ever really existed? Still, all these months later, she still lingered in my every waking thought, as alluring a captivating as the day she had quite literally barged into my life and took it over, as was her way.
In fact, as she lay sunbathing in her lounger on the decking in her tiny string bikini, she loved the fact she was being overlooked. She looked from window to window, behind her dark shades, to see which curtains were twitching. There were many, where men young and