A sharp turn forces him to widen his stance. Fitted khaki colored pants encase long legs and an ass I want desperately to sink my teeth into. He’s who I want. My post work, fatigue muddled brain wants him for no other reason than the way his shoulders stretch his blue shirt. That and his …
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“You ready?” The press of men is too close for him and his hand can’t wander up my dress to my panty-less pussy like he wants. I still have beer left and want to watch the girls dance, but I’m more than ready if he is. Minutes later we’re out into the humid night for …
I’m sweet, aren’t I? Candy-cane Spoonful of sugar Milk chocolate, melt in your mouth Sweet, sweet, sweet Mm, syrupy good for you Painting your lips Open up Lap me up On the tip of your tongue I’ll slide down your throat So enjoy each drop Savor me
Your tongue dancing arches my back Fingers dipping inside as I moan This pleasure so acute I can barely breathe You render me senseless as you send me over Drinking my pleasure like wine And as you lift your lips to mine I taste sweet passion, immeasurable delight
So, for all my frank exploration and talk of sex, what you don’t know is I’ve been pretty sheltered. Some of it comes from an upbringing with an over protective mother (aggravated by the early loss of my father and an older sister who got pregnant young). I just didn’t get out much. There’s more …
I wrote part of this while in the grips of medication and exhaustion. I’m only marginally more alert and traveling to boot. This particular train story won’t leave me alone though. The moment he entered the train I got that… Feeling about him. He had dark, close cropped hair that I wanted to touch. He …
Words from The Sunday Whirl. I’m a messy combination of half-naked woman and sex hormones. It’s too hot to ache for a body against mine yet that’s exactly what I want. — So… Overheated Needing spread limbs to twine Wind tightly together Please Craving a strong hand Around my sweat slicked throat Fisting through my …
The other story wasn’t coming together so I’m tossing you poetry instead. Connected to the first story Dragging me under This need to break you Tie you forever to my side By blood and by breath Bones crushing, crashing down I leave, come back, leave Unable to break free Even as we break each other …
A day early with this, but that’s okay. Prompt from Five Sentence Fiction, words from The Sunday Whirl (the words are up on Facebook). Prompt: Charmed — You get me with a simple phrase, capture me with the range of your brilliance I am fertile like my heart, shifting close to the bright beam that …