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U n t a m e d You make me wild with what you do I want to touch and feel you close by your scent filling up my head with hunger a desire to taste and devour all your charms you make me want to savage you to your core prompting me to make myself aroused with you in mind your fingers scratching at my naked exposed skin I feel hard and ache to fill your soft warm well untamed and unfulfilled I head for work still hard | ||||||||||||||||
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Dream of Your Dream The ethereal mist enters your window on an autumn breeze. A smoky essence engulfs your body, absorbed through the periwinkle veil of your cotton gown. A soft touch arouses you in the coolness of the dim silver moonlight. It gently strokes your skin, awakening each pore until your body rises up. You are now draped in lush smooth silk. Its color of lilac dusk contrasts against your exposed skin. the fabric hangs loosely from your floating body. The cloud holds you close as your smile bursts forth with the radiance of recognition. Its brightness rivals a thousand suns as you release yourself to the warmth and sensuality that grips your soul. Enfolded by the cloud, you find your body softly laid upon a fallen Cottonwood tree spanning a rushing mountain stream. The azure afternoon sky filters through the golden leaves of aspen flocked for fall. Your toes crinkle to the coldness of the swift current flowing below. Your open eyes watch lips approach to graze softly at your neck. The crackling sound of autumn leaves swept across the forest floor fills your ears as soft warm lips meet yours. The taste of desire bites like candied ginger at your tongue. You float again in darkness, your body spinning freely amongst the midnight stars. A cocktail dress of shimmering aubergine covers you as you stand surrounded by towers of glass and steel. The penthouse party is ambiance to the private moment stolen in a marbled alcove forty floors above a teaming city. Two hands sweep the edges of your hose. Four fingers trace your garters lovingly as your back is pressed against cold hard stone. The sound of city traffic fills your ears. Warm breath against your chilled flesh and the scent of cinnamon and cloves makes you crane your neck, inviting soft lips to caress your earlobe. You feel your body sucked into an abyss, as your flesh tingles with the electricity of arousal, and shivers of passion wrack your soul. Chanel's black suit is modernized, as Donna Karan hose hug your legs. Your foot presses the accelerator hard against the floorboard of the Ferrari 275 as it races up the Autobahn. A hand that knows its path finds exposed flesh and makes your pulse and the engine race even faster. The roar of horsepower is eclipsed by the squeal of feline heat. Your legs open as your eyes shut tight. The poinsettia red machine flies off into a starlit sky. The raging surf sweeps across a deserted Aegean beach. The fine sand of terra brun cradles two lovers in the warmth of a Grecian afternoon. White foam rides blue waves over their entwined forms.. Their nakedness is exposed to soaring comerants. Their black wings are unmoving as the glide across the grayness of an evening sky. The knit forms of a curry-shaded bikini float off on the outgoing tide. Two bodies in the throws of passion are battered by a tepid sea. The green curtain of desire closes around you as you lose yourself in waves of deepening desire. The arid caverns hold the scent of a desert in full flower. The cherry blooms of saguaro cactus offer their soft fragrance as the peppered scent of golden poppies invades your senses. You sit astride the huge black beast as it walks slowly across the canyon floor. Your naked body is held tightly from behind. You are impaled as your thighs feel the warmth of muscled limbs beneath your naked sex. The hooves of the beast are muffled by the desert sand. The whispers at your ear release your inhibitions. "I love you, we are one" are words that make you melt. The moonlight frames the silouhette of man and woman astride a mystic unicorn. The wails of your passion break the silence of the empty desert night as you respond to penetration and the gentle movements of the beast. A hand suspends a sensual ice maiden in a fiery grip. The single tongue of red hot flame consumes her form. In your bed, your hair sweeps back as a gentle kiss evokes your smile. The linen curtains sweep outward toward the street, you curl up in your cotton gown, and sleep. | Leave lasting impressions | ||||||||||||||||
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~~~~~Serpent ~~~~~~~ The cube so cold and glistening leaves trails dripping slowly down your chin as you hold it in your fingers with the lightest touch you feel the chilling droplets trickle down across your skin even as your nipples rise to turn the deepest crimson tones and moisture dribbles down across your breasts the edges of the cube are rounded off and your red enameled nails clutch the shrinking mass even as it moves along the naked surface of your skin you slowly spread your limbs to feel more as pools of icy water form within the the hollow of your navel and you slowly spread your legs to feel more your arm extends to guide the shrinking cube to touch you at your most tender spots it guides along the smoothness of your legs only to slowly be pulled to that smooth and really special place the icy chill meets your warm softness now even as the first cold droplets trickle toward your center it is there a rounded marble cherry sized and silver white within your hand it finds your pinkish edges and then you stop first to rub it back along your slot and moan even as a sucking sound accents your long deep breath you slowly inhale and then just push it in the shrinking cube is cold but then surrounded by your juices it grows hot you feel it within and it is good your body rocks and shudders even as it consumes the icy cold within total raw desire wracks your soul and you are now beyond the point of turning back or caring that my eyes have seen it all you see me there and love my smile even as you raise your hand to draw me near you place a second cube into my hand and without a word I understand that it is my turn now to guide the cold and wild serpent into its moist dark cave | ||||||||||||||||
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