Discussion: two women? 

Here is a scenario. 

You recently met a girl and you are actually in a relationship. Let’s say her name is Melisa. So one day your girlfriends finds out that you have been seeing Mel and she doesn’t say anything and you don’t know that she knows about Mel. Then one day you are from work, or something, exhausted and all you need is your gf besides you, watching tv and just chilling basically. Then you go into your bedroom and find Mel and your girlfriend having sex. 

This is a real scenario, don’t think of it from a really sexual mindset, this is your wife and your sidechick having sex. 

What would you do? 

A naughty woman’s torment 

All four limbs were tied up at every corner of the bed. She had disappeared into the bathroom and he was becoming impatient and nonetheless turned on. She came out wearing her sexy lingerie, black lace thong and a matching bra accompanied by lace talkings and red stilettos. In her hand she held two glasses of wine and and a bucket of ice. She asked him if he was feeling hot and he grinned nodding his head, every inclination wishing he was able to pull her to his lips and kiss them like there is no next minute of life. 

She climbed up onto of him while a soft sexy song played at the background. She grind her hips on him her hands just a bit above his hard and erect manhood. She bit her lip caressing her hands all over her body throwing her head back making him wish he was able to touch her. Hell his hands were all itchy and wanting to feel her soft skin. He growled telling her how beautiful she was and how he would die to just touch her but she wasn’t going to let him. 

She leaned down her skin touching against his and she planted pepper kisses all over his chest, going up his neck while her finger nails softly caressed his arms tickling and awakening every cell of his body. “Fuck,” he breathed out and she captured his words into her mouth, kissing him breathless, her lips her tongue were all commandeering, letting him know that he was hers. He yanked his arms from the cuffs involuntarily as electricity pulses through his veins triggering him. He was used to be the hegemonic man of the house and he wasn’t used to letting his guard down, he was used to have her obedient and assuming the position with a strong hand. 

She grabbed the glass of wine and sat just above his abdomen. “Open your mouth” she told him and he didn’t take two more seconds, he was ready to recieve from her. She sipped the wine and leaned over to pour it into his mouth and he drank from her. “Good boy” she grinned lasciviously while her eyes leered in his, she poured  the blood red wine on his belly button and letting it slide down his chest, cold and chilling. She shuffled back; her ass was in the air and her mouth was licking the wine from his skin. He could run crazy already. She was ignoring his election as though it didn’t exist. She was playing with him, taking time because they had all the time in the world. She drank up again and when he opened his mouth this time she dived in with a kiss, the wine tasting in his mouth and also spilling all over him. But they kissed until the taste of the wine was gone and they could taste each other. She moaned, her heart swelled. Even if she was trying to be domineering to him, she was irrevocably in love with him. Words and actions felt too little to explain how much she was in love with him. 

She kissed him commencing from his mouth down his neck and down to his manhood. It stood tall and hungry. She caressed her finger like a feather against it and it pulsed. He was too intoxicated and very sensitive. She had taken her time and played around with him and he had had a hard on since he’d come home. She leaned down, had it close to her mouth but she simply breathed in his scent, taking him into her and that made him crazy. Her love for him was wordless but worthy. Her lips were like a feather close to touching his thin skin but also a bit away. Her warm breath was brushing across his man hood, her eyes were closed and she moved about it, just breathing his scent in. 

She grabbed the ice from the bucket of ice and put in her mouth her eyes gleaming with latent desires. She then leaned down to his thigh and ran the ice on his skin slowly with her mouth and when she got to his groin it had melted. So she grabbed another and this time, she placed her cold lips on his shaft and hastily replaced them with ice, he grunted out loud, there was a searing pain and pleasure as his shaft was turgid and painfully hard. The ice was painful but nice too, he was heaving and humming. She moved around his shaft in shapes and patterns. She took her time and tomented him heartlessly. Keeping the little ice in her mouth she held him tight with her hand and sheathed him into her mouth his bulbous sensitive head hitting on the ice in her mouth, he bellowed with pleasure and pain yet again and surprisingly he felt himself release his first shot of essence. She grinned while he was still in her mouth. 

He was becoming breathless, her torment was one he hadn’t prepared for and it had him crazy and constantly erect. She schelped him out of her mouth and swallowed his first shot. Then she went back and licked all of him before putting him back into her mouth and sucking him hard that he had his eyes rolling back. She was slurping, licking and sucking until he climaxed yet again. It was violent and knocking him weak. Then she didn’t waste time she climbed up and sheathed him inside her warmth in one take and he was back alive yet again. 

Leaving him inside she unlocked his wrists from the headboard and he immediately held her. He had craved that almost all night and she rode him with his hands touching her, and when her orgasm tore her onto shreds he was there to put her back together.  

A naughty woman: music of her thoughts 

She was on a train, commuting from work to her home in which it was a 45 minute ride and normally she would have a novel to entertain herself or She would have downloaded a film from Netflix. In fact she was obsessed with the TV show, the client list but that day she had nothing to do. So she plugged in her earphones and like commonly, her songs always had a pinch of sexuality in them. 
She was an erotic woman with dark intentions and interests when it came to her sexuality and recently she’d met a man, from work. He was kind, his demeanour was smart, intelligent but he wore no suit. In fact he was a man that worked outside a lot, a construction worker he was. He had came around a couple of time and he had never came to her work wearing smart nice and clean clothes. He always wore his work clothes, with mud and paint on them. His skin was almost a tan due to the sun and his arms looked manly, very veiny and strong. 

It was a first for her to be entranced at such measure especially with a man in muddy clothes. That day as she sat in the trained she recalled her day with him. He’d came round drenched, the weather had been shit – raining and windy. His shirt was pressing on his skin. Something about the wetness conjured a lot of imagery. Besides, his body was a masterpieces carved by a god of perfection, his smile – his teeth – fine and unreal but mostly his eyes and his lips, – she bit her lips – if she ever tasted those lips, if she ever laced hers with his, soft and gentle, rough and sexy; she would ride the crazy train to heaven. 

Then the song played. Dance for you by Beyoncé. She thought about him sat on a small couch with his arms resting on both arms of the sofa, his legs relaxed and lean. She imagined him leering at her with his dark blue eyes, so intense they burned am indelible imprint in her heart. She would be in a lingerie piece, a red one. Sexy with a similar bra supporting her huge tits. A red lipstick on her thick lips, her curly hair loose and wavy down her shoulders, black lace clip on stalkings and red long heeled stilletos. 

She would stand, see him bite on his lip with that sexy smirk playing in his lips, his fingers gripping on the arms of the sofa, digging deep as though playing in her soul. 

Her hips sway with the song, her hands on her body, caressing and loving. Hips sway, she moved with the song, getting down spreading her legs, gentle and romantic, dancing for him. Hips sway, biting on her lip, licking her fingers sensually, tracing them down her body, her eyes never strayed from his. He was bothered and wanting. Her hips sway, she moaned he groaned, she danced. 

The song morphs to Fuck you all the time by Jerimiah. She forgot she was on a train, all she knew was the song made her feel herself crawl on her knees to him. Kissing him, finally her lips laced with his. Her breath, her breath became a mist, so light and so weak to obtain but she would not let those lips go. Her hips grind on him, feeling his shaft harder between her legs. His lips on her neck, his breath a warm sweet lather tantalising and caressing like a feathers of a bird fleeting down her skin. His hands, rough from cement but the roughness somehow tomenting and spelling his power, his manliness and his desire. Sexually invigorating.

The song morphed into another, papi pacify by FKA twigs. The train could have passed her stop, she didn’t even remember she was on a train. The song propelled her onto her knees, her hands unbuckled his belt, pushed down his pants down and the man sprung free, red and turgid, taking her breath away. He was well endowed, precious – she salivated. Her fingers touched, caressed down his shaft. He pulled his head back humming. Her mouth covered him. Pleased him, the song played on the back ground, her mouth moved with it. His hips moved with it, his fingers tighter grasped with it. 

Then the song morphed to I can go deep a classic by silk. He flipped her, turned her and made her lie on the sofa with her legs wide open. He removed her clothes and when she attempted to push her heels off he stopped her and smacked her ass. 

“I want to Fuck you in them heels and don’t you dare take them off or else…” 

The song stopped and when she opened her eyes the train was just arriving on her stop. Only she knew the wetness that drenched her pants. She had to get home. 

Very soon. 

A naughty woman: Dark Paradise 

Hey guys here is a new series. A lot of people enjoyed the lucky man’s series. It is not over but I thought I will accompany it with this new one. I hope you enjoy this one too. 

She had been thinking. Over analysing her new quest. For years she had yearned for something that would defeat her wall, make it tumble down and unleash her vulnerability, her feminity. For years she had fantasies that almost made her feel ashamed, they were so lewd, so dirty and unhinged. So crazy she questioned her mentality. She even questioned her capability of indulging in them. 
Now there she was, owning multiple high ranking businesses, a woman with a lot of power a lot of dominance in her life and a lot of control. She wanted to lose it all at least for a week. She didn’t want anything permanent, she wanted a thrill, a taste. 
Tucking her beating heart at the back of her mind, she walked out of her car and walked towards the two doors that were guarded by two bulky men who were having a chart while smoking their cigarettes. 

Her legs trembled, her heart was beating at her throat. For a second she wanted to turn around and leave and think about this. She didn’t know what she was putting herself in, she didn’t know the measures taken in there, what she knew was that building held something that would quench this thirst and that would accommodate this empty hole in her desires. 

As she arrive at the doors a tall blond man stood before the door intimidatingly. 

“ID?” He questioned. She had left almost everything at home and she did look over 18 to be questioned about her ID. 

“I think I look old enough” she chuckled, her assertive tone slacking a bit. 

“She is no harm, Jace. Let her in” the one on the side spoke irkly while he inhaled his cigarette and blew the smoke into the air. 

“Never trust a woman that dresses like her to a sex club” 

“Why? Cause she looks like she will spank your hard ass?” The man snickered making Jace glare at him. 

“Listen Boys, my time here is measured and I am 28” She bulged through Jace’s hard body and yanked the door open while the other laughed saying “a sexy ass just done you over”. The comment made her smirk. She liked feeling powerful, the bravery that pumped inside her veins felt like a few shots of ecstasy. 

But that bravery was in for a test on that day. She walked into the corridor and took the stairs up to the club. Dark Paradise looked nothing like Dark paradise. According to her imagination, the place would have been painted in all hell red and blacks. But it was cozy, something so inconceivable for a sex club. Warm tones blended together, intricately and elegant, they had a way of calming her hyper pounding heart. 

The art on the walls spoke the eloquence of the club almost juxtaposing the cozy warm tones. 

She arrived up on the floor and walked down the hall way with some open room doors. Each room had some sexual activity happening. She stopped in the first door for a second, a man was securing some leather binds on a pretty black haired woman. The man was gifted, each knot he made with the black rope was an art work of a prodigy.

She walked away from the room and passed by the other where a woman had her mouth on another woman’s sex while her ass was being handled by an older man. Somehow her heart began wondering what it is she wanted because with all that she was seeing while she passed each room, it wasn’t what she wanted but it was as kinky as fuck. 

Maybe she had chosen a wrong thing to quench her desire but then she walked into a dim lit room, the red meroon like walls had a tinted red effect to the room. From left to right, something was happening, something was going on and that something made butterflies flip inside her stomach. 

One couple in particular, intrigued her. That man was tall and sexy. His body was athletic, his long hair was in curls. He wore nothing but some jeans that hanged low. The girl seemed young, if she were to guess she would say she was around early twenties. Men surrounded them but left enough space for her to see. Her wrists were tied above her head from the ceiling and her body was naked and vulnerable. The tall man held a flogger in his wrist, he held it so tight. 

He circled the girl looking around while he muttered that she was beautiful and the man was telling the truth. The girl had not even one flaw, her skin was milky soft and glowing like satin, she was a bit tan, wide hips and a narrow waist. Her tits were impeccable, full and round with protruding hard dark pink nipples. 
Her mouth went dry when the man’s sinful lips enveloped the hard nipple into his mouth and then hers puckered when he ran his teeth on the girl’s nipples and she emitted a breathing sound of pleasure and appreciation. The man smacked the breast and she hummed low drawing her neck back. He then caressed her behind before smacking it. 
Then he circled behind her and swung his flogger into the air, returning it sharply across the blond girl’s back. She grunted, a mixture of pleasure and pain but before she could do anything, he lashed again, and again. To her surprise, Percy felt her pussy yearn, watering and aroused. With each lash that man made her pussy sought attention. She could even touch herself, it was almost impulsive and she wasn’t the only one affected. Men who were watching also had visible hard ons, even the man handling the flogger. 
Something about the pain exerted to that girl, something about the undivided pleasure that rippled through that girl. Had she lost her mind? There she was yearning for such pain, her body suffering the tremulous trembles of sex. 

“Do you want help with that?” She was startled by a deep hoarse voice that came from the back. 

“With what?” she cleared her throat and turned around. 

“You are touching yourself and I would be very happy to assist” the man spoke, aroused but also respectful of her boundaries. Never in her life had she just handed herself to a man she didn’t know. 

“My name is Karl. The question was quiet vehement on your face” he smirked sexily, his handsome features hardened and his pupils flared. 

“Yes,” she whispered. Karl walked in close, placing his handsome hands on her hips making her skin jump, breeding shivers to ripple though her body. 

“Yes what, babe?” His voice had become darker, almost defining the name of the club – Dark Paradise. 

She was doing this. She wasn’t even questioning it. She didn’t care. She was going to let her guard down. Isn’t that why she was there in the first place? 

“Touch me” she whispered trying to not let her words disgust her or even believe she was saying them. Karl sheathed his fingers through her brown hair and yanked down causing heat to pave over her head. His lips were melted soft and cool against her neck, propelling a soft moan from her throat. 

Karl lifted her skirt up and before she knew it his hand was in her panties massaging her pussy, his finger delving into the folds and reaching for her clit. He received her gasp as his mouth hastily covered hers in a breathless and sexy kiss. 
He suddenly stopped and turned her to face the girl whose mouth was being fucked while the sexy tall man whipped her behind. 
“You like that?” He asked and all she could do was nod. Soon Karl drove his thick fingers inside her, making her gasp for air. Then he moved up and down, in and out of her pussy. His momentum increased. As sheshut her eyes savouring the moment he smacked her ass, “open your eyes” he bid while he went in, slamming his fingers up and down almost mercilessly. 

“Touch yourself” he whispered grazing his teeth against her earlobe. She complied, rubbing her clit so fast in the same rhythm as his entrances. A force rippled in her groin, perplexing and washing all across her body like the ocean’s tides. 
“Keep your eyes open” he ordered and as she directed her gaze across the room to the girl being flogged, their eyes met each other’s. The girl’s eyes flared with pleasure, connecting her pleasure with Percy’s. Together they climaxed, pleasure rippled through her body ever so violently. Karl didn’t ease his fingers, instead he pounded even harder, groaning with pleasure. 

Then his fingers calmed and eased out of her gently. She was knackered, her joints were wobbly and she didn’t think she would stand tall and assertively like always. 

“Good girl” Karl whispered in her ears. Then he came and stood before her effacing the image of the girl who was now being untied. He leered into her eyes and held her jaw tight forcing her to open her mouth. When she did, he slipped his fingers inside her mouth and forced her to taste herself. She had never done that ever in her life and to see him taking such charge of her, power and dominance gleaming in his eyes, she was shocked to feel arousal striking all over again. 

“Well come to Dark Paradise Percy.” He smirked his sinful lips slim and tempting. “You can come and sign your contract now” he said shocking her. He was the owner of Dark Paradise.

Discussion: virgins 

So like I have said before, when thinking of what pleases men, we think it’s playing with their bodies let them inside us and then they are pleased but due to my understanding; men are just as complicated as women are. That’s why I am starting this series of discussions so that I can understand more and also help others. I also demand brutal honesty, in this and also respect. Also if you do not agree with someone’s opinion, do remember -it’s their opinion and be respectful even if you feel like commenting on it.

 I have been contacted by some virgins both male and female, both of their worries are that women and men avoid them due to no experience. In my culture if a woman is a virgin a man normally treasures her as it shows that she respects herself but that said; it doesn’t mean every man could look at a virgin in this way. Also in my culture women always crave a much older and experienced man as they are said to be more profound and caring. In fact; my grandma taught/told me, I would experience more with an older man and they will care for me and respect me more. I can’t say I know or I have experienced such with a man because I have not been with a man older than me. 

So the question for this week’s discussion is: 

Do men like virgins? And what is their opinion about them? Please be brutally honest because this discussion will be useless if people aren’t honest. After all you are free to voice your opinions. 

Myriad fuck

I want your hand tight on my neck and the other down in my pants 

I want my moans to fill your mouth as your lips lace with mine 

Don’t kiss me softly, let my lips spasm, leave me perplexed whether it’s the pain I like or the sensation of pleasure pumping in them

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I want you to make me tremble while telling me to keep steady 

Tell my I have been a bad girl while your lips kiss my kitten so softly 

I want you to spread me up wider like I have no muscle, 

Burry yourself inside cause I love my body when it is with yours 

Dick me down, break the bed; we will worry about that later 

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Then I will roll you over so I can be onto you 

I want you to know that I like you because I am about to Fuck you like I hate you 

Ride on that hoarse till I feel as though I have no bones 

Have my tits hopping up and down like bouncing balloons 

Savour my river as it pours down your shaft, glazing those balls 

Confess your gratification baby, it’s a crazy fuel 

I want you to lay on your back and let me fist that man in my palms, 

Squeeze him offer a great massage there has even been in the world, 

I want to bury you in my mouth, drive you fucking crazy you will need a therapist 

Suck on the lollipop and drink up all its juices 

Fill me up, water the love brimming inside 

I want you to take a breather then go back on it again. 

Like animals on energy drink 

Beat it up

She laid on her back and spread her legs open. So open, the glistening sight of her swollen pussy made him as hard as rock; it was painful. 

“I want you to beat it” her voice was a silk touch, caressing across his desire, erecting and mercilessly arousing. 

“Make me scream” her eyes peered up at him, held a strong contact, her eyes filled with supplication. 

“Give it some discipline” she caressed her manicured hand down her slit, teasing with her finger, only inserting her finger just a nail’s length. 

“Ram yourself inside me” she moaned licking her fingers and returning them to her pussy. His eyes vied between the protruding pink nipples or her inviting open legs. 

“That potency that you possess makes me drenching wet” her voice thinned, plead vehement and obviously in thrall to his dominance.

“Look” his eyes were spellbound and they followed two of her fingers Slowly and dextrously slipping into her pussy. The tender muscles welcomed her long fingers in a sucking sound. 

“Dive deep into me, into the slippage that will have you moaning and groaning in gratification” her words were in commas as she drew her neck back, heaving and making love to herself with her fingers, her hips moved. Grinding and swaying. 

“Fuck” she whispered “I would wrap you so tight” she emitted a kitten’s cry pinching her hard and taut nipples. “Fucking warm and all yours” she moved her fingers in and out of her in the momentum of a snail and the sight reminded made him feel as though he was yet again a virgin and if he dared to move he was going to explode. 

“Tell me this pussy is yours” she cried her eyes lustful and coquettish. 

“Mine” he growled, immensely infused in his girl’s eroticism. 

“Fuck me” she withdrew and drew her fingers to her mouth and sucked on them. 

“Brand it yours” she whispered spreading her legs ever so wide, and exposed to him.

“You are so naughty” he said.

“Then beat it up” she said slapping across her pussy “give it some discipline” she smirked coquettishly. 

In that second, he felt lucky. So lucky the gates of heaven would open for his sinful soul.

Riding a bullet: Submissive Kayla

Hi guys this is the book I am currently working on. I have not entirely written a BDSM book and I can’t say I will get it right that’s why I have posted this little part. I hope you enjoy it 😊 And I would like to apologise for neglecting you guys in the last two weeks or so… I have been going through some shit and I neglected a lot but you guys supported me and checked up on me and that’s amazing and I am grateful. 

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They requested a private table and she sat next to him and the other woman sat on his other side. She had been giving Kayla a nasty glance and Kayla prayed she didn’t end up asking her if she had a problem. 

While she sat there listening to all of them laugh and talk, she felt kegan’s hand slide down her stomach. Aghast, she glanced at him and he looked like he was detached from his hand. Knowing better she remained calm. 

“Pull your skirt up” he ordered not even whispering. She looked around and said “but there are people on this table”. With one stern glance she obeyed and did as bid. Slowly and carefully she pulled her skirt up to her waist. 

“Open your legs” he bid her and she realise that there was a man sitting next to her and already her knees were touching with his. 

She hesitated and he smacked her across her thigh. Closing her eyes she opened her legs wide. 

“Wider” he told her as the waiter brought the glasses of wine to them. She spread her legs wider and the guy glanced at her as she budged his knee to the side. 

“Good girl. If you question any more I will punish you” he said his tone low and guarded. She looked around the desk fighting all of her instinct that told her to walk away right that second but at the same time she couldn’t ignore her screaming libido. She wasn’t fearing what his intentions were, she was anticipating them.

“Yes, Sir” she whispered. 

He grinned at her the moment his hand began caressing circles at her sex. Her knees trembled. She leaned her head back on the wall and clutched her hands onto the leather seat. She stifled a moan as he pressed harder on her clit. She glanced at him and saw him relaxed and conversing with his workers. 

“Take your panties off” he whispered in her ear while his lips kissed and nibbled her earlobe. 

“What?” She whispered and he connected his eyes with hers. 

“That’s five slaps across your ass. Ask me again I will be happy to add five more” he growled and without a question she grabbed on to the red lace paintings and began sliding them down. The waiter served food and they all began eating.  

She slid the panties to her ankles pulled them off her shoes. 

“Give them to me” he said and she exhaled and took the red lace panties that were also a bit damp due to him making her wet. 

He opened his palm and she placed the red panties on it, everyone was watching but they seemed to pretend as though it was nothing. He folded the panties and placed them next to his plate and began forking some salad and chicken. 

“Open your mouth” he bid her and she opened it and he fed her. 

Then he slid his hand down to her pussy and she gasped in some air. Closing her eyes trying not to emit a sensual sound. Kegan’s hands were dexterous. He flicked at her clit while his other hand brought food to her mouth. It was hard and intense and with food in her mouth she got away with a moan but their friends were well aware of what was going on. 

She was wet. Drenching wet and Kegan was well aware of it as he fed her another spoon the moment his fingers dived into her. She let out a moan and commented on the food. Kegan laughed but his fingers were not gentle and he didn’t care that with each entrance the wetness of her pussy echoed along with the music in the private corner. 

She was so close to climaxing and he was driving her insane. Her legs trembled, she couldn’t hold steady, her fingers dug into the leather. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall. Now she had forgotten about were she was. All she knew was Kegan was fingering her and she couldn’t hold herself that much longer. 

“Kegan” she whispered his name and he turned to her and brought his lips to hers, 

“What baby?” He whispered 

“I will… fuck…mmm” she couldn’t speak, his fingers were tough and fast across her pussy and she was barely survive it. 

“Tell me baby, what do you want?” He whispered his lips on her neck, his breath warm and arousing, his tongue sweeping across her skin, eliciting so much arousal and fear that she might have a squirting orgasm. 

“I am going to cum” she whispered almost whimpering. He grinned against her skin and pulled his fingers out and rubbed circles on her clit. This time words were gone, she climaxed. Drew her head back and let out a huge moan that everyone on the table heard. 

The orgasm was huge, it washed over her body like an ocean, wave after wave like contractions. She buried her head in Kegan’s arms as she pulsated and spasmed, her thighs sandwiching his arm tight while he slowly caressed her pussy. 
Now all she wanted was some sleep. The orgasm was so powerful that she felt so weak that she wouldn’t walk. 

“Are you okay?” He whispered in her ear and she could sense the smile on his face. 

“Yes, thank you” she whispered back lifting her head up from his chest to seeing the entire table watching her. Humiliation and embarrassment smacked her across the face that all the enjoyment disappeared. 

Their blank expressions were also the most terrifying thing ever. She glance on the side of Kegan where a woman was staring at her with such hate. Knowing that Kegan had told her to keep her head down. She kept it down. 

“There” Kegan handed the red panties to her “put them back on” he told her and she decided to keep her head high and put her panties on without allowing them to see how humiliated she was. 

But she was humiliated and she was packing her shit and leaving Kegan the moment they got home.

That man


He wore his successful charming smile 

Swept me off of my feet with his voice,

A sexy whisper combined with authority 
His brains, a masterpiece worth more than imaginable, 
Smart and witty 
Intelligence and eloquence 
Every single thing I ever wanted 
He had an expensive taste 
Knew wine my the back of his head 
Wore me a Givenchy
Bought me an emarald 
Wore money drenched suit, smelled like fortune 

He read minds too,  eloquent basturd 
He knew me like I was his 

But I had never been his 

He made my eye feel like they had accomplished a diamond 

The sight of him ritzy like his apartment. 

I felt rather dirty thinking about it 

But his manly hands on my body had me feeling as special as gold 

Then we went to his spacious kitchen 

Only good things came out of it for sure 

Then he said, 

“Bend over” his voice hoarse and husky and pulling my pants down already 

Perplexed I said “what?” 

He smacked my ass and made me bend over the granite stone island 

And that was his passport to my treasure 

The passport to dive deep inside and have my voice fill the room 

A new tune for the birds. 

His passport to my heart. 

The elixir 

Empty, 

Crawling affection in my skin

Awakening is the desire to love

Spreading goosebumps on my skin

A shiver, aware of the potency in your touch 

An elixir of eroticism. 

Pacify 

The beauty of our dynamic loving 

One minute we want it rough 

One day we want it soft

Forever we want it longer 

Our passion the elixir of desire 

Prove 

There’s is no need for a hustle 

Tear my legs apart, open a mystery 

Glittering and glazed by our essence 

Flowing and sliding down the silk skin 

Lacing with affection 

An elixir of life 

On my knees 

Like your little pet, 

on all fours, hitting from the back 

The instinct to please an overwhelming ocean 

The passion to satiate our hunger, the epicentre of our eruption 

The broken bed the sign we haven’t been sweet, it’s been rough 

It’s been a rollercoaster 

Up and down, 

Dirty and raw 

Unrestricted and naughty 

Loud and sexy 

 Explosive and climatic 

An elixir of affection

If I say I want you 

I mean I want you 

To touch me 

Give me life 

Fill me up with all of you 

Let me ride you and keep you inside 

Warm and watering the passion inside 

Let it flourish and grow 

Radiate in our room

Have me crazy about you 

And you high on me 

Drunk on you 

Insane about me 

An elixir of us.