Red Hot Fire Sex

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The long awaited night finally came
I wonder what we both became
wild animals dat couldnt get tame
esp. with the way i was mentally screamin his name
I looked at his body; his eyes and I was filled with lust
I could tell he felt the same he wanted to be different;
sex was just not his aim
good loving was a part of his game
Yet he was caught up with my sexual mind frame
I moved closer and closer to him; i could feel this lustful flame
tonight I wanna make him scream out my name
I wanna drive him insane
O'yes I wanna make him desire me again and again
he relieves my stress; my pain but he also wanted me to desire him again and again

moved closer but he pulled further
I needed his body
I just needed to get naughty
I could see he wanted the same; he needed to get freaky
But he hesitated; the only way I could get him was to act sneaky
I was already too wet; too drippy leaky
I knew if I let him fuck me; he would run my mind crazy
but my body was hype; no time to act lazy
I couldn't stand sexual hesitation
it was causing me sexual frustration
or was i not that good of a temptation?
He's a rude bwoi so cold
I know what I want; taking a step so bold
I needed him to reap my clothes without my permission
cos my body was in absolute submission

He laid on the bed with his clothes on
with a few touch; I was gone
Bare Naked; while his clothes were styll on
in my mind, my clothes were on and his was off
but he was defeating me and taking control of my body rights
gave him a minute to feel like he was bossbut I know he's so not
compared to him, my tactics is fucking hot :)
I kissed him from his ears to his cheeks
then went down to his chest to his lower body
I finally got what I wanted his mind I now haunted who was starved now?
He pulled his clothes off in a rush but then he took over again
I was losing my sanity; getting a little sexually loud he told me to hush
his fingers; O' yes his fingers
down my nose; my lips, my chest, my stomach to my private hole I couldnt tap out and I couldn't fight this
Biting; sliding down the soft queen sized bed
he was all up in my head fuckin every little bit of my mind and body up
Grapping on my breast cuphe wiggled on my nipples;
he sucked on it I begged and wondered when he would hit

Fire burning red sex
could feel his drops in me but it was hot; the way he made me feel he made my body feel realin my mind; his sex was ideal
I thought I needed waters to drown in pleasure
tot I needed redz to feel the heat
when he touched me; my heart beat
all along he was my fantasy the exact feelin of estacy
he aint tripping despite my body was slipping
I could feel his fingers sliding down on my body
I think that was me but he had this look in his eyes that shows he loved what I was doing
just the two of us.. it felt good...alone, music, dark roomI felt the attraction
his smile, body fragrance
his kisses, his tight squeezes
Loved his teases
he loved my pleases
no more hesitation
I did what he liked without him teling me
he did what I liked without me tellin him
it was like a body course
we had an outline, a textbook already built in our lustful minds
then we used theories and practicals to make fire sex
cos we waited for this nightbetter than birthday sex; wedding night sex; virgin day sex
or whatever special sex titles yall may have

In a million years I never thought anyone had magic fingers
it was magical sex
but it wasn't what it seems cos I waved my hands and it was my turn to fuck his mind up
I thought I was fucked up; but he got fucked up more the feeling of sucking him up for the longest time watching him grasp for his last breathe of air
pulling on my hair asking for me to shut him up
while grabbing my tender breast cuphe was into me, into the sex
I was into him, into the sex, despite my constant annoying text
that came ringin my phone down
shyt his body was my town and I was willing to run it
I didn't bother thinking whatz next cos I ain't gon stop till this man knows whose boss
then I get on top with different positions non-stop
Few sex decades later, he confessed on how obsessed he was with my wet insides
it was weird but I couldnt stop dripping
I guess I was caught up with how he was hitting
my sensitive spots
he said :ur inside is tight, wet, most shocking its warm:
a girl more complicated than just her personality

it felt good watching him sigh again and again
then he stretches cos me down there was absolute pleasure
he lifted his head from the bed
and stressed to kiss my lips I never let anyone kiss those lips but his lips were sexier, softer than mine i like him have em' for as long as he needs em to hang unto the pleasure that was hidden underneathe those white sheets
with me down below
Deep passions
intoxicated actions
a few drinks could make you tighter or looser
a few smokes could get you blank too; get you weak too depends on who you're with and your mindset
we both knew what we wanted
and how we wanted it but we try to figure out WHY we wanted it He knew the perfect words to say that could make me go crazier and let him have it his way
he was a turn on and when he hit my G-spot he was more than super hot
strawberry cheese cake
I needed to make a night to remember
and so did he we went deep and deeper into the night sexin in passion; I got thirsty but his lips were sweet and juicy; quenched my taste; i couldn't stop kissing em'

we laughed, joked around, it was happy sex
what most people strive to have
last night he was cute when he laid down on me he made love and he fucked
a real man; he knew how to do both perfectly
without flowers and candles made me die in sex crime scandals
I craved his lips I struggled to get his body on mine
I strived to feel him inside me again and again
The feeling of my clothes reaping off
my panties sliding off
his hands and legs stretching
our lips touching my fingers scratching
and my teeth biting
I cried out I never cry out i'm a silent teaser
but he brought out the pleaser
in me, ain't no doubt he won't be out of my mind anytime soon
maybe never; maybe he's here to stay physically, sexually, there's an attraction
emotionally, I am slipping with passions
dying in his undecided actions i love every little bit of our night to remember
a memory that would sure last forever
Cos I got my fingerprints on his body and his teeth marks on my body

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