His lips touched my neck
Suddenly, like snowfall in the summer,
I melted, I surrendered myself
Because for the first time in a long while
I wanted nothing else.
His lips touched my neck
Suddenly, like snowfall in the summer,
I melted, I surrendered myself
Because for the first time in a long while
I wanted nothing else.
Go ahead, wear something nasty
Tell yourself that you are sexy:
Talk sex because you were built for sex
Never mind your age, body folds,
Or stretch marks around your booty—
Those are love lines, so love more
Seduce me with your kink
Offer me a peek at your tits
Tease me
Watch me get hard in my jeans
Come sit on my knees
Nibble on my ears—moan while I caress you dear
Tell me your horniest erotic secrets
How bad you want to ride
No ice cream or chocolate for tonight
Just rough sex and nothing less
Come on then, my sexy dear
My bed is calling
And I’m super-horny!
I woke up from bed horny, hungry, and desperate for something to do. My mind was racing beyond its tracks. Directionless. I felt cramps stabbing my abdomen. I flung the sheets off me and raced into the restroom to take a piss. That done, I was still horny and hungry.
The hotel had a 24/7 schedule. I called the lobby and arranged for breakfast. They told me my service was on its way.
I laid in bed naked, anticipating breakfast while contemplating my sense of arousal. My hands were at twelve o’ clock: my left one pinched my nipples while my right stayed squeezed between my thighs.
I needed a cigarette. Bad. But I needed a man’s head resting on my crotch in the worse way.
This is supposed to be my spring vacation. The first time I’ve been away from my office in years. I shouldn’t be this alone, except I am. My boyfriend said I’ve got abandonment issues and decided to split. My shrink said that I was holding onto the past too much.
Time to let go and embrace the future. Go out and mingle: make friends; fall in love; have terrific sex, just stop being suicidal.
Where to go? No idea. All I wanted was someplace warm, sunny, and laden with gorgeous hunks to envy.
Ibiza.
I packed a bag, and now here I am on my third day, horny like I’ve never been with no fucking boyfriend. Even forgot my dildo back home.
A knock on the door—room service, a man announced.
I approached the door, held my breath for a moment and then exhaled before opening it.
The young man’s eyes popped when he saw I was naked. I gave him a look that said I cared less to be decent.
“Ma’am . . . I brought your breakfast,” he murmured.
“Oh, good. Thank you.”
I stepped aside for him to push the food trolley into my room. The young man stopped the trolley beside my bed, then turned to me.
“Will that be all, ma’am?”
Anxiety and lust in his eyes. I reached for his hand.
“Are you good with your tongue?”
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Its the season to be naughty
The Christmas tree is all lit
I’m in my sexy lingerie – the one you bought me for my birthday, silly:
Thigh stockings and a Santa’s hat
I’ve got a red wine on ice
Candle lights are all around
All, I want is you tonight –
Your touch, your kiss
I want to inhale your essence
I want your hands grasping my booty rough
Sit back and let me lap dance on your groin
Twist my hair in your grip
Make me feel nasty and dirty
I want to be your bitch
As you always are my king
Let’s ’69 on the floor
Hear me gasp, beg you for more
I want you all hard in my mouth
As I screech and whimper till I dismount
From your face
Take me away from this place
The New Year’s almost here
I want you inside me, my dear
Let me climax at the hour of midnight
And sleep on your chest till the full moon passes by.
Her name was Victoria and she had a secret
It came in the form of questions
Of which I, at that moment, unceremoniously bore the answer:
To guess if she had on any bra under her shirt
And if right, were her nipples hard or relaxed
She wrapped a blindfold around my eyes
All I had of her presence was her perfume: Coco Chanel
She proffered my hand and laid it on her thigh
“Come on, big boy,” she teased. “I’m waiting.”
Sultry lips coated with lipstick
Her hand stole onto my crotch
I was hard: I wanted her so bad.
We were in her home, in her bedroom on Lenox Avenue
The wind from the lake ruffled the curtains
Her husband was out of town
The neighbours might have seen us together
Noisy bastard, except she didn’t care
My hands roamed past her thigh to grasped her rump
She chortled. “Warmer,” she cooed
Under her shirt they slipped
I gasped at the feel of her naked skin
Exquisite
I cupped her tits
Naked; her nipples hard and excited
She laughed and flung off her shirt
She sat on my lap and loosened my blindfold
“Now, my secret is yours,” she murmured,
Sealing my lips with a kiss.
The sun outside the window
The wind ruffling the hairs on your arm;
A dead leaf flutters forth and beyond
Unconcerned of horn-blaring traffic
Or feet tap-dancing back and forth the macadam.
Heartbreaks and dreams
All there in an instant,
Gone way too soon.
But here in this room
Our breath on each other’s face,
It leaves behind a crease of a smile on your lips
A glimpse of your love to stay always.
Come to me
When its dark and you’re alone;
Stay with me
In my bed. In my arms
The night forever is us.