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The Kiss Would you satisfy my oral need Would you indulge my dark desire to devour all your woman's charms until you become a conquered being so ravaged by my lips and teeth and tongue that you forget your very name Would you let me kiss your lips or allow my tongue to wander along your neck perhaps to lick an earlobe then or plant small kisses down your arm to find your graceful wrist Would you pleasure as you felt my mouth close upon two fingers of your hand and my tongue tease you with the slightest moves that you know I might just leave along your woman's slit at any time Would you want soft kisses on your lower back to chill your spine or maybe a corset's sash of passion marks first red then blackish-blue to accent the tender skin that shapes your waist Would you satisfy my oral need to plant more kisses down the surface of your inner thighs or perhaps to nip upon the muscles of your calves even as you realize I will not leave an inch of flesh unkissed Would you open up to hurry me anticipating how I might get lost between your legs or suck your blossom 'til it swells three times its size and despite your wailing protestations I shake my head defiantly and refuse to end Would you satisfy my oral need and at that point of near collapse when moans of pleasure boil over into uncontrolled screams of pleasurable pain Would you pull away or hold my head and slip beyond the limits of where you have ever been before to plunge into an orgasmic abyss 'til you are lost and spoiled evermore | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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Senseless No perfume tonight baby just you moist and fresh from your bath my ears and eyes covered with a black silk scarf cloaking my senses let me learn you by your tastes and touch and scent alone guide me to the bed in total silence and lay your body down No words tonight baby let me have the quiet wild you if I really know your essence I will feel the places touched just right from goosebumps rising on your flesh to nipples swelling full upon your breasts I will feel you shudder at my touch squirming beneath me and I will smile No hurry tonight baby as I touch your toes and ankles to my lips I run my tongue along your legs and make your taste my meal from knee to knee my mouth seduces you first up and then downward once again I am just a blinded deafened slave who serves a captive queen | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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Ultimate Trust | Bound in silken ties as an ultimate act of trust you yield to me Your body supine in all its feminine elegance awaiting my indulgence or the long and slow attention of my large and gentle hands Tempting as you are I deny you perhaps to heighten your desire or make you strain to feel my fingers on your exposed skin A feather or some scented oil across the surface of your breasts my single finger circles the textured protuberance of each fleshy nipple first one and then the other 'til you coo So with that now I move atop of your exposed form and push beyond the softness of your mound to know the warmth and growing wetness of the hollow there My body rises there above you with a rigidness that gives away my growing want for you right then I touch the tip up to your mouth as my eyes gaze at your face offering a silent full approval to your parting lips Like a darkened rue in amber depression glass I slowly ooze forth to fill your mouth and watch your eyes grow wide then close as you take me in The coarseness of my blackish hair now brushes past your upper lip as I withdraw and feel the glistening wetness of your tongue deposited all along the part of me that you want deep inside you even now I watch your tied wrists strain against their silken wraps and see your shaking hands now strain as if to hold me closer still So slowly now I move within as if to drive you mad and prolong the passion and the pleasing ache you feel for me that grips your soul My sticky shaft is cooled now by the open air as just the bulbous tip remains within the threshold of your pleasure ring and my two hands tease your breasts or one nail scratches at your collarbone and I feel you shiver as your center squeezes me push down to the hilt again I listen to you gasp and with one harder push I open you still more But you are tied and I withdraw to save my pleasure for a later hour I settle at your spot and kiss you there 'til you go mad still bound by silken ties in me you fully trust at last �
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