The conversation pauses. Words are useless, laying scattered on the ground around of our feet. The world melts around us our poles attract. As our lips finally meet our long contained passion erupts out in the street. The soft warm caress of her hands pull me closer to her. That first kiss telling us that we have found something rare.
(Source: amandamuscaro, via amazingshes)
With each slow and deep thrust, I am closer to explosion. Every muscle fiber in my body clenches and is focused on being as deep as possible. Each cell of my body wants to pin her down, as if I am trying to crawl inside her beauty. To revel in it, to bathe in it, to make her my very own and give her pleasure beyond anything she has ever experienced.
(Source: damnyetorpedoes, via grannychris54)
Cobalt blue was always her color. But tonight, she specifically chose to leave her bra at home. She was frustrated and hungry and ached for attention she deserved. Knowing her spectacular breasts, and perfect nipples would get her just that tonight. Her wetness was already noticeable between her legs even before she left her house, thinking of the strong hands that may be pulling her top down and caressing her breasts, pinching her nipples. Just the thought of that made her neglected pussy tingle in hopeful anticipation.
(Source: seethroughpleasure)
Hands down for me - kissing is by far the most important physical part of an intimate sexual connection.
There isn’t much in the world that turns me on more then kissing.
(Source: thebadboys, via unsatisfiedme)
She has me in the palm of her hand. Vulnerable. I want her to use me as her fuck toy. Stroke my cock until I am marble hard. Use me, edge me, tease me endlessly until you are ready to release me in great waves of warm salty streams.
(via forhrm)
I wanted her to see me. To peak in accidental curiosity at first, and to feel compelled to stare. Wanting to come back each day, same time, same place just to watch. Knowing her eyes were on me made my heart race, with that light headed excitement. My cock responded and ached to be stroked. Slowly I slid my hand up and down my shaft, making sure she could see all of me sprawled before her. Not holding back my moans of pleasure, just for her I kept going. Speaking out loud how good it felt, how close I was to exploding. And just as my loads of warm seed were to erupt, I looked directly over to her, to silently let her know this was all for her.
(Source: sex-pearl, via duimaginarium)
The sight of her is more than I can take. I swear she does it deliberately, to push me, knowing exactly how to push my buttons. The sight of her moving, her delicious curves push me over the edge. Quietly walking up behind her, I can’t help but wrap my arms around her, murmuring in her ear all the deep delirious things I want to do to her. Over the sound of the still running faucet, I grip her, craving the sound of her wanting gasp. My finger easily slides in her wet slit, grinding small circles over her clit as her hips grind in response.
(via notsecretyet)
I removed sight from her with intent to heighten. By design, I wanted my words to carry gravity, my touch to be like the first time. I hunger for her reaction, to see her mouth open in need as I tease with my fingers. Her breath became shallow, nipples hard as my finger tips glide lightly over her velvet curves. Very slowly I begin to fuck her with my dripping, lustful words, as my own mental orgasm washes over me to witness her building anticipation.
(via release4morefun)
I love how vulnerable she is. Offering herself to me. Knowing I am big for her and that she must give up control. The sweet gentle curve of her ass, her hips leading up to her gentle shoulders and delicate neck that I love to kiss. Drinking in all of her like this bring me to full thickness, just before I impale her. Piercing her for the first time I hunger to hear her gasp, to see her hands clutch the sheets, as she teeters on the pleasure/pain threshold. Filling her beyond where she has been before.
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(Source: bedroomfairytales)
The fat head of his thick root parts her wet flower. With slow and purposeful intent, he slides each inch, savoring the penetration. And in that moment when he feels the dual sensation - his head touching the deepest part of her, his heavy balls resting against the small curve of her ass, he adores the feel of her soft arms, gently wrapping around him as if to hold him there in her love forever.
Can we live like this for a day or so, or more?
(Source: sexographies)