Curious, this intensity, your presence elogates in honeyed locks. As graceful force, our smiles intertwine, meeting like trembing hair follicules. Ok, your wrist tied, in pulsing gratitude; stretched like hour-glass hips, areoleas clamped in shadow musk. Should I punctuate! Willing croons, a moaning massage, trembling in mossy artistry. Triangulating, yab-yum tingling, each freckle worshiped as a parched desert. Momentary, your admiring submission is granted and guided, medulla firmly supported.
Careless & brash; I don't think. My reactions are sent in excessive flashes. Tired of the game, of hide & seek, a choice is made... to remain brightly visible. All I see, are echoes of conformity being pulled into a vacuum of self-reflection. I rage for passionate newness, wondering why responses are always the same; I've always avoided mirrors. Seeking a glimmer, of interest, a heart-felt response... are my offerings only abrasive contortions? Bold & brave, announcing personal truth, in hopes of sparkling goodwill; exiling fall into velvet oblivion.
Hibiscus flowers sway, in the curling breezes, dancing with sensuality. Calling for fertile visits, allowing the kisses, laying with fragrant longing. Each embrace honored, like a returning lover, preceding sun-soaked aloneness. Yet, its the aloneness that calls the beloved for in union all merge. This merging merely destroys the unhewn edges, leaving polished jewels. These sparkling binary jewels, cast their star-like radiance, scintillating; alone, pulse, together... Yes, truly we touch. Even as energetic waves our fields interlace.
Eagerly she arrived, ready for what the night... would bring. Already wet, she sat slightly shaking, swallowing sips of Chardonnay. The golden nectar trickled down her throat, engorging already swollen lips. Taken firmly by the wrist, submissive to guidance, she was led her throne of waiting. On towel-clad seat, her ass was placed, with bathrobe belt around her ankles; those slender wrists were tightly shackled. Before the blindfold, was securely placed, her glasses were removed. Nervous and excited, she could only moan; feeling her nipples roughly treated. After a few minutes, of my hard cock in your mouth, you were left alone... Yet not before the vibrator, was fully engaged, throbbing deep inside. Silence, while smoking, save the humming pulse; the minutes seemed to stretch on. Finally he returns, your Sweet Lord, to raise your seated form. Of course he allows you to worship his throbbing member, before your allowed to stand. Gentle pressure, guides your bound form from the throne room. You sense you are in an expansive room, feel your slender arms bound to the door frame; stretched, your frame forms a Y. Your feet unbound, the vibrator removed, juices gush from your **** down shapely legs; trickles rush down garters to the cuff of your stockings. After your breasts are bitten, sucked and squeezed, an eighteen inch purple dildo begins, to gently massage your clit and yoni. Slowly, with enlarging force, you take this monstrous cock... inside your willing pussy.
