“Tell him I was too fucking busy– or vice versa.”
– Dorothy Parker –
muse…
When the muse comes to your bedside don’t tell her you’ll fuck her later.
– Allen Ginsberg –
deeper…
more things that make me moan…
When my nipple hardens in your mouth.
Hearing your voice, husky and hot in my ear.
The way you watch me as I undress for you.
Your cum face.
Licking and sucking the length and width of your dancing cock.
Hearing your fantasies, making them happen.
To dress for you, without a bra and barely a pair of panties.
A hearty, deep finger fuck.
My long legs draped over your shoulders.
My lips barely tracing your body… all over.
Your sex smell.
Being completely still and naked in front of the other, barely breathing… watching the other.
Your hands gripping tight in my hair, on my hips, around my breasts.
Every time you blush.
When you undress me, slowly, gently, sweetly.
When you firmly, unapologetically hold my wrists above my head, pin them behind my back.
When your brow creases from need, from the intensity of our pleasure.
The nape of your neck.
Knowing what you think when you touch yourself.
Your secrets.
all i need…
And still, you find it hard to believe that with me, you can do as you please, that the pleasure is all ours,
that your mouth, your teeth, your firmness and your glorious, hot hard is exactly what I need.
just enough…
…as I ever so slowly, ever so sweetly suction your thick, smooth helmet into my mouth – so slowly that your breath catches when I suddenly grip under your hot ridge, choking that throbbing pole with my lips, sucking… Sucking… sucking. And what gets you is that when you look down and see how much I’m loving this – how happy I am on my knees, sucking you off.
our hands…
I want you to make love to me. I want to hold you, feel our fingers entwined. I want to squeeze your strong hands while I cum. I want you to feel the beautiful power you are within me.
this tease…
I don’t want to cum like this, but I want to see who breaks first. Who can resist lunging atop the other? My eyes locked on your cock, your fist, clenching tight, pumping faster and faster. My tits swaying as my finger starts to grind faster and faster over my clit. My pussy glistening with wet. I can see it in your eyes, and you can see it in mine. We both want to fuck, but this tease…
It makes my heart race. It stokes that fire inside me.
– slutgirlomk
sweet monday…
turn your back…
You must turn your back on me if:
- you want a woman who does not moan and cry out.
- you want a woman who does not get wet looking at you with your clothes on.
- you want a woman who does not scream and buck and scratch her hunger.
- you want a woman who is afraid to look you in the eye when you bury your cock/ tongue/ fingers deep inside her.
- you want a woman who won’t tell you what feels good… what she wants.
- you only want the missionary position.
- you want a woman whose clit is not attached to her g-spot and vocal cords.
- you want a woman who shies away from your tongue, teeth, and strong hands toying with her nipples.
You must focus your mind elsewhere if:
- you do not want it sweet and loving.
- you want a woman who does not want to please you.
- you do not want to please a woman you adore.
- you want a woman who does not know how to suck and fuck the best cums right out of you.
- you do not want to share fantasies.
- you do not know how to say “yes.”
- you are afraid of feeling infinitely sexy when a woman wants you… all of you.
- you have no hunger for intellectual and sexual exploration.
- you don’t want a woman to dance for you.
- you want a woman who hates romance and mystery.
You must let your heart turn cold if:
- you want a false, fickle, judgmental friend in bed with you.
- you do not want to give it hard and deep.
- you don’t want to suckle and fuck and coo with lovemaking all night long.
- you don’t want a woman to suck the cum out of you.
- you want a woman to hide her body, her desires, her fears.
- you don’t want to cuddle and kiss and hold hands.
You must turn your back on me if you believe there is a limit to sharing pleasure and all the things that make us moan.