Let’s Fuck

Famished, time is passing, eaten by the wind, nothing, there is nothing happening just us, eyes biddy and giddy, bodies excited and nervous, 

Time is passing and we are here, just sitting, eaten by the thoughts in our brains, burning like acid, bit by bit, No blinking nor speaking, holding hands we can’t leave 

We are closer than further, open than closed, tongues tempt to tie but lips are sealed, time is passing eaten by life and here we are sitting, we aren’t mortal, we don’t feel safe considering the explosions, we should be grateful we survived the wrath of our orgasm 

We have nothing, nothing to wear, bear and nothing to hide, my nipples are puckered, I ain’t trying to hide, you are growing turgid, you are hard, I am swollen, you have been here before, a few minutes ago and yet I still salivate at your sight, no I don’t mean my mouth, I mean my pussy, my mouth is dry, please water me

Time is passing, we should preserve it, nothing special just something sensual, exquisite and dangerous, how but we mingle, scratch this tingle, tell me which angle this time then 

Let’s Fuck. 

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.  

Craving you

I have a craving 

I crave you attention

I am craving your taste, 

The way you burst like explosions of life inside my mouth, 

Fill my mouth with the piquant masculine taste, 

At every inch of my mouth I will be glazed by your essence 

The taste that lingers on and on no matter what I eat 

A taste that distastes everything that I eat and becomes the prominent favourable taste I want

Combined with your intoxicating and prepossessing scent 

A reminence of my face slamming against your groin and you pummel your cock in my mouth. 

I have a craving, 

The taste that no sweetness to could compete with 

If you don’t empty it into my mouth, I feel empty 

I feel lifeless as though you are a god of my body 

Until you fill me tight with your manhood then I feel full 

But not full enough 

I am an alien of love and attention 

With the intention to please and be please 

I feed from you 

Your cock 

Your cum 

And your love 

So I have a craving 

Come here daddy, let me rip them jeans open 

I am an empty vessel waiting for you to fill me in tight 

I have a craving Daddy 

I am an alien with a craving for love and affection 

Fucking and sucking 

Licking and tasting 

But today I have a craving Sir 

Provide me life, please.

A creamy Christmas morning 

After she came back from bringing her chrismas present to the bedroom she found him still fast asleep. For a few minutes she watched him, admiring his beauty and feeling so blessed to have him. Last year he was her Christmas wish. Even when everyone gave her the presents, the biggest present she wanted was him. 

Now that she had him, she wanted to love him at every second. So a nasty idea came up. Before he opened his present she had to show him how grateful she was that he was there and grateful for loving her. 

She merticulously got back into bed and covered herself with the duvets. She shifted to the end of the bed and carefully got between his long legs. Then she started caressing his soft and sleepy cock.   She felt him awaken as his member also awakened from her touch. She heard him groan as she pulled his handsome manhood out of his pants and started stroking. He pulled away the blankets and found her sneaking between his legs. 

“You naughty woman” he grinned as his member began to harden in her grip. She tightened her grip a little bit more and stroked hard now. Making him draw his neck back. 

He grew as hard as a stone, his shaft lengthy and thick. Swollen and turgid. She grinned before she teased the bulbous head with her tongue, licking the pre-cum. She covered it with her lips and flicked her toungue a bit before she licked his shaft, started working it with her hand, up and down while she enveloped his balls on her mouth, sucking and kissing them. 

She came up to his erect cock and drove him into her mouth, sucked him, slurping on his cock as some cream started to spurt out of his cock. She licked every bit and took him into her mouth, vigorously worked him up and down. His gratified moan invigorating and exhilarating her; conjuring her pussy to quiver, eager and keen for his attention. 

But that morning was about him. So she went in, sucking him like it was life, as though she wanted to possess all of him. More cream spilled from his cock, feeling him harden more and more. 

She massaged his balls as he rose his back from the bed and held her head, entwining his fingers with her hair and taking control. He began pummelling himself into her mouth that he could hit at the back of her throat. 

He groaned, pulsated and ejaculated. She received each shot in her mouth, swallowing every bit of his seed. His body trembled, the stormy orgasm knocking him side ways. It almost made her cum, especially as he threw himself back onto the bed, breathless and sweating. 

“Merry Christmas, Johnny” she said as she leaned her head on his chest, hearing and feeling his heart paltipate. Each drum laced with so much love. Her heart was just beating the same. Her love for him grew by each day. 

“Merry Christmas, baby” he said still wavy breathing. 

“I love you Johnny” she said as tears of love came uncontrollably. Her love for him was too huge sometimes she felt like her heart was going to explode. 

“I love you more, princess” he kissed her head and caressed it. 

Merry Christmas 🎄 everyone. I hope you had a good one haha. 

My Christmas wish is to be in love and hopefully it will come true. 

Thank you for your support, you have become my good friends and I enjoy writing for you guys. 

I hope you enjoyed this 😘😘😘😘

Ice cream

You know that moment when you are having an ice cream. You are just chilling in an ice cream  shop with your friends. 

While eating the ice cream you just imagine yourself on your knees, unbuckling his jeans, button by button. 

Then you totally lose yourself to your fantasy, forget you are with your friends. Lick  the ice cream in some sensual long strokes, 

Put it in your mouth, eat it slow until you see it begin to dribble all over your hands. In your head its his cock, all creamy and sweet on your hands. 

Then you realise you no longer enjoy the taste of ice cream. All you want is to see yourself on your knees pleasuring Bae. 

Then that’s when you realise your friends are giving you the ‘wtf’ look. Funny enough to you are not even mortified by your actions. Instead, you throw the ice cream in the bin, claim it taste bad because you know his cream taste way better.