Yet again. Boston. Monday 15-April-2013 at 2:49pm eastern time. Life changed forever. Scars physical. Scars emotional. We will shake this off, lift each other up, support each other. Boston Strong.
Chasing Desires
Sharing the journey
I hunger for the rush. The thumping of my heart in my ear. To feel hands tremble in lust filled anticipation. Thick and hard, my desire aches for release. To feel the cool air wrap around my marble root as my pants fall to the filthy ground of the back alley. Your grunt echos across the narrow empty caverns, masked by the background sound of the city. Stealing our anonymous thrill, cementing each other in our memories forever.
I pull you into the alley as we walk outside for some fresh air
“Turn around… hands on the wall” I command with stern look.
I pull your dress down revealing your delicious lingerie.
“Perfect” i mumble to myself as i dive in to kiss your lines.
Without hesitation I comply with his commands. Fueled by the same desire, the same need…
I feel his hands roam over my body. Large and full of intent, I sigh as he pushes beneath the fabric of my lingerie. A strangled “fuck” escapes his lips as he finds the evidence of my desire, i am wet and ready for his next move…
(via sextrafun)
I feel strong, most at peace when you are wrapped safely in my arms. Let my love shield you from the cold buffeting sleet of life. Rest safely in my embrace when the gales make you weary. Stand firm and sure on my foundation, to blossom in the sunlight of my love. My reward, my deep pleasure is to hold you close to my lion heart that beats for you.
(via casiobriggs)
My marrow aches with anticipation. Muscles tingle as my heft bobs and throbs before you. Undeterred by my carnal turmoil, your leisurely way dangles me by a thread of doubt. Warm soft hands caress my stomach in delicate circles, migrating their way south in a torturous tease. Standing rigid straight on my own, your fingers slowly encircle my thick base. Barely perceptible, the warm breath from your hovering lips are my sexual scourge. That first big clear drop oozes forth in a hopeful foretaste as I beg breathlessly….”please…” Only to be greeted by your delightfully devilish grin.
(Source: shrouded-in-darkness, via myohmyohmy)
She may have been watching for some time. Thinking I was coy, hiding away in the corner of the library, she somehow found me carrying out my edging. My face flush from holding myself on knife edge, and from being discovered. Discovered by her. I sat awaiting the order to leave her library. With two quick glances, she then knelt to take me in her mouth. The warmth of her lips sounding me, the grip of her hand made me explode quickly. She drained every last warm salty drop from me. Taking every bit of the last week I had saved up. Taking my load like a thief in the night.
(Source: whatwouldyouwannadowithme)
Always, always reblog this masterful series from Clayton Cubitt! I adore the conflict - the tug of war - between keeping mentally engaged and giving into to one’s body. Mesmerizing to watch the process play out. Thank you to all who take the time to create this work and share it with everyone.
Hysterical Literature: Session Seven: Amanda
Amanda visits the studio and reads from “A Clockwork Orange” by Anthony Burgess.
See the rest of the series, and commentary on it, here.
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With each thrust I impale you with forceful depth. Each penetration deeper and harder that the previous. Taking you for my own as you deep grunts fuel me. Fucking you with vicious tenderness. Hurtling myself inside you until you are demolished with the deepest satisfaction.
(Source: letmedothis, via againstt-the-wall)
You stood boldly where I could see on that summer afternoon. Confident, as you should be with that body. From my vantage point from the yard next door, you flaunted yourself at me as if goading me to take the next step. With a smirk on my face, knowing we did not have others to worry about for the moment, I make my way to your front door.
Artful trim
(Source: ilovehairywomen)
My need to devour you is all consuming. I push past your tentative nature and part your legs wide for me. Opening you up, parting your wet petals as you squirm in anticipation. Slowly I kiss my way down, pushing knees farther apart to expose your most vulnerable self for me. To lavishly gorge myself on your dripping beauty.
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She did not hang up the phone. Placing it close to where she could be heard. “I want him to hear”. Those words escaped her sweet lips in thick husky lust. I could hear a shaky voice crackle through the handset resting by her heard “…is that you?” As my aching thick cock easily filled her dripping sex, she let the full force of that first penetration release a loud moan. Loud enough for the soul on the phone to hear. “Fuck…. me….. harder….” she grunted. No dial tone told me whoever was on the phone, still listened with intent.
(via iamallastonishment)