I had long planned to take you like this. This night was the night the stars aligned, the late hour struck. The time had arrived. Leading you down the dark steps, cuffs in my pocket. You having no idea what was in store. As the cold steel clicked your hands over you head, the shock on your face was betrayed by your nipples shouting beneath your delicate dress. With one quick violent motion, I tore your fragile dress. Your exposed naked flesh in stark contrast to the cold, hard angular shape of brick. No word was needed, as you saw the fire in my eye spoke to my intent to ruthlessly ravage you just feet from the party goers. The deep thumping of music was sure to drown out your cry’s of ecstasy.
The first time. Nobody before you. Ever. Ever touched me, ever kissed me like you. You made me tingle. You make me feel things I never felt before. You are the one.
I stand behind you. That is all. Starting in just a low tone “Mmmmm….” I rumble in your ear as you fall back into me. Whiskers prickle in contrast to soft kisses on your neck, involuntarily opening yourself to me. My kisses melt off your clothes. Without touch, your nipples are standing at attention, crying out for attention. Carefully thumb meets index finger, with your left nipple caught between. Gentle rocking builds up to a sharp pinch. Just as the first gasp escapes your lips my voice drips my desire in your ear “I ….want… to….fuck…. you…” That is everything. That is all.
(Source: haughtyspirit, via herkindmaster)
Hover. Me naked. You clothed. My heat radiates standing before you. Lips close to you, resisting the immense temptation to kiss you. Holding my firm frame near without touching. Enveloping you in my arousal. Waiting, denying until you tremble in anticipation as I slowly unwrap you. Open you until you stand before me quivering, bare, vulnerable.
Our invisible energy is concentrated in our quiet corner table. The soft music and discussions from others provides a soft blanket of background noise. Despite this, we are consumed in our attention with each other. The sight of the gentle curves of your collar bone, the delicate straps wrapping over your slender shoulders inspire me. Deep luster of your hair, wrapped snugly displays your tender neck. The neck I ache to kiss in that moment. A perfect strand of hair falls down, serving as a delicate frame to the stunning beauty of your face. My eyes search, probe into yours. The way you look at me compels me, fuels me. Unable to contain myself, I lean in, to quietly rumble my carnal desires in your ear. Desires in stark contrast to our refined environment. “I want to lead you to a dark corner, bind your hands with my belt, and cover your eyes with my silk tie and torment you. Toy with your pussy, tease your clit until you beg me to fuck you. I want you to call out loud and ask me to impale your tight cunt with my thick cock, loud enough for others to hear…” My words flow more effortless and vulgar as I your blush moves up your neck and you squirm in your chair.
ok, i will give You control of my orgasms…
(Source: srtafatale, via its-her-toy)
The warm water turns her hair darker. As the water cascades, each strand of her moves and flows in a soft river. I am distracted by the beauty of her face as she closes her eyes. Soapy lather lubricates my strong fingers. The feeling of her delicate scalp, the light, easy movement of her head, her neck from my hands triggers my desire for her to deepen. Her hair is wet silk in my fingers, massaging and washing away all her cares. The look that dawns across her face melts my heart, her nipples slowly becoming visible under her thin top. Imaging that same look if I were to easily reach down and caress her with delicate intent between her parted legs.
She is innocence wrapped in a seductive carnal desire. With angelic demeanor she knows exactly what she is doing. Sitting there as I enter. Casually glancing up at me with her intoxicating look of knowing woman and innocent girl. Wearing my shirt, her heels and delicate panties. Legs parted wide, unapologetic, she stops me in my tracks. Aching to lift her over my shoulder, carry her into the bedroom and make her tremble and cry out in lustful relief.
Man’s shirt and highest heel, perfect together.
Our tongues dance like puppies frolicking in the park on a warm spring morning. Our passion, full of life, boundless energy, joy. Your bare breasts pressed against my chest. Immersing myself in the feeling of your velvet soft curves against my firm frame. My desire for you throbbing, digging into your tummy, brashly clamoring for attention. Calloused hands in awe of your silk skin. Repeating their caressing path as if in disbelief there can be something so soft and smooth on this earth. With a mix of fixation and disdain I explore the final delicate fabric between me and where I ache to have you. We pause for an erotic moment as we reflect on the momentary resistance the whimsical garment offers. Savoring the final friction as I tug this flimsy barrier past the enchanting point of no return.
(Source: mindplayy, via visionaria)
My place of solace and comfort. Mouth still slippery sweet with the taste of your unicorn tears. Your legs trembling, tummy listing as you lift you head above your climactic waters. I lay my head at your alter. Letting the long tail taste and scent of you linger. Resting, safe, at peace. As your hands reach down and caress me, I feel the power of your healing love from your delicate touch. And I think to myself…”please, let me stay here in this spot for a lifetime…”
I miss your smile.
Let me lift you. Hoist your gentile strong frame above me. Move you to the heavens. Help you see the stars. Fill you with wonder as big as the vastness of the universe. Just as you do for me.
(Source: belladonna76, via tangled2223)