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Click hereMy whole body quivers
As you stroke my wet place that beckons exploration
First by your fingers
Probing, circling, teasing
Then by your warmer, wetter tongue
Licking my outer folds
Sampling my juice
My legs spread wider as do my lips
Encouraging exploration of a deeper kind
Until my ass reaches high, beckoning
You towards my alternate crevice
My scent and breathy moans induce you
To plunge deep inside and lap up my fluids
Your tongue makes no distinction
Hungrily switching back and forth between chasms
For a few, beautifully tormentous minutes
You keep me on edge
Stopping each time I start to crest
Grinning at my pleas to keep going
Then, before I can fully relax,
Your tongue resumes its reconnaissance
Across my fleshy terrain
Causing a tingling, now a throbbing, between my legs
Somewhere I hear a kind of jingling
And a door opens
But I barely notice
Deepening my own sensations by tensing
I feel myself start to rise out of control
But again you… stop.
I gasp and open my eyes to see you pulling away
You smell your fingers as you wipe your mouth
What are you doing?
You move away, leaving me with nothing
But a rascally grin
My legs all asplay
Tingling, twitching and tantalized
Rolling onto my stomach
I draw myself up on all fours
And put my right hand between my legs
Letting my index finger find my clit
Circle and plunge, circle and plunge
I let my left hand take over the fingering
As I intensify the action over my wet pussy
A deep moan brings Him into the room
Wasn’t he supposed to be out of town?
He roughly removes my left hand
And stands there panting
His breath hard and hot
An animal seized with anger
Or a craving
Like a dog unable to resist a fresh bone
He inserts two fingers
Taking over for me
Then three
Then four
Sloshing In and out, in and out
I enjoy the impact of his hand slamming deep into me
Then, the jangle of a belt and the falling of pants
I look between my legs in time to see his hard cock
Move towards my pussy
He pauses momentarily, as if trying to decide
Which hole to use
He moves up against me, letting his head rub against my pussy
Then my ass
Pussy, ass, pussy, ass
His pre-cum lubricating my skin, increasing my pleasure
He settles before my ass
And with a sudden gentleness
He works his way in
Then out, then in again
I’m surprised my arousal
This is our first time
Another moan encourages him
In deeper
My eyes close as I focus on this new titillation
The smell of our secretions
prompts another wave of desire
And I push my ass hard against him
I open my eyes to see You
Standing off to one side
Your naked body beautiful with sweat
And arousal
You watch, then begin to stimulate yourself
“That’s it. Come for us.”
Your coaxing affects another shiver
Then another, and another
My senses consumed by His pounding
Erotic sounds, scents, vibrations
All winding their way through my body
Rising higher, fuller, deeper
Until they reach a unified resonance
The whole of my body reverberating
In perfect harmony - an Hallelujah chorus -
To which I add my own high gasp and moan
upon reaching delirious Ecstasy.
I keep coming back to this poem to read. "My own high gasp and moan/ upon reaching delirious Ecstasy." Bravo! this is what erotic poetry needs to be. This is a gift.