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Click hereHands hold your wrist overhead
bear down with strength to pin
your lust in place, as you rub
against my thigh
a splash of desire slides down the swell of my quad
A smirk lights my face as I ravage your flaunted chest , tounge laps at the base of your breasts as you squirm and wriggle
A giggle and clipped cry as I nibble on a nipple a quick flit before the heat of my breath works down to your navel, the swell of my bulging cock slides down your thigh rock hard rigidity tinged with the touch of soft flesh,
the tendons under my fingers vibrate a fury that rages,
ardent intention fires the desires deep inside you,
I tease in limbo between the want of your mouth and the demands of your pussy
my hand runs down the inside of your arm, the callouses on my palm rasp as didgets pass your shoulder and slide over to your lips, a finger gently follows the ridges and slips down yet further, apply gentle firm pressure squeze a moan from the home of acapella
Trace the oval shape of your core
oh to taste you in this state a hiss as I paint with licks and kiss the trail down to your pelvis line
My free hand deft and sure traces the ticklish place around your entrance where you will accept me inside.
a battering ram into willing want my tongue tastes as a serpent flickering stutter that makes you mutter
take me,
I part your folds to sup on your pearl as fingers find the way inside
devoured by your hunger,
smooth soft heat engulfs and swallows as your hips drive downward penetration
then up onto clitoral stimulation
Your heat burns like a star , fingers stretch to
find a feel of g-spot inside, a rough ridge of pulse that tingles as my tongue mingles the taste of you.
can you dance on the verge as I urge you to cum, the precipice looms as every up, and every down flays the frayed edges of your exstacy,
it's all organic baby
those oh's you groan
the tone you
yes
slow
waves show
how close you
are to flow over
that slope slips
crashes
as hips mash lush liquid
I drink of your essence
before
hard
fast
penetration
ankles on my shoulders
our
eyes meet as I sliide
deep, cries beat my ears
consumed swallowed in the rivers mouth
that flows into an ocean
this is divinity
forgive me if I think God is between your thighs
and I wish to sacrifice at the alter
my sweat,
my breath,
my heart beat
my seed
Enough said, I think. You brought me there, with you.
I don't know if "sliide" was intentional but it drew the action out, almost painfully real.
"Forgive me if I think God is between your thighs" is perfect.
The only jarring note: "cries beat my ears" - 'beat' just sticks out, calls the wrong attention to itself. But I can't think of what to suggest instead...
the organization of this, the purpose of juxtaposition of prose paragraphs and one word lines, to create the rhythm, the exact timing in the delivery of images to the reader's mind. Masterful.
Nope, Too good to be "just." Porn? Nope. Too good to be "porn." You need a new title, Todski! Excellent.