She visited the church over the years, where I was the preacher. A whore by profession, she knew she could wind me round her little finger. How many times I turned away from the temptation of the devils door. My “church whore”...
Member: Fluttered
Laying in bed,Sleep not anywhere near.I watched my dreams play out,On the ceiling.The moving tableaux,In which my lust dances,Cavorting with the wanton and the lust full. Her eyes that pierce my soul,Sparkle once again.Her lipstick coated smile,That swallows my cock whole.Breasts...
Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed to the light,Yet my lovers body stands proud,Nipples erect, pushing through her flimsy shirt.Her smile... enchanting,Casting her spell on me!As she lifts her hands above her head, her breasts rise, Her shirt straining to contain...
Look at you lying thereYour slit on show,Juices about to burst. Licking round your slit,My desire is to bury my face And taste you!Sucking all your goodness Into my mouth.Chewing you!Masticating! Licking dribbles from my lips,Feeling droplets in my beard. I want to ravage you,Eat...
Heels and panties was all she wore As she climbed on my bedAnd her lust it did pour With her body on fire, and desire to be fed Her hunger was matched by my devilish stare As she knelt and she sucked and she worshiped...
To greet the day with curious intent, A day when I would see the one I love My eyes - without their present torment -The one who is my turtle dove. Yet with the twists and turns of life,Can only see by want...
I alighted on her nipple,My fingers and toesDancing the light fandango,The bumps of her areolesResponding to my wants.Her pink nipple turned darkerAs she stiffened with pleasure,The tip of my tongueBrushing pleasure, Seeking beads of dew.My tongue twisting,Wrapping around her intense need,Hardening under...
She hovers over me, her lips open Less than an inch away from my throbbing memberMuch more than the physical want within each, Is the mental challenge. Who will be first to move,My hips, or her lips?The seconds pass I brush a stray hair away...
When mystery surrounds,And my pathway of thoughts not clear.I close my eyes, Struggling to visit my place of tranquil calm, Who should come across my path?You, in all your glorious vibrant technicolour,Your own needs set to one side.You minister your grace.You touch my...
Don’t ask me how I died inside, Or, how and why the darkness overwhelmed,But rather, ask me how I live, And then, how I live to know life in every breath When I went to bed last night, It was her voice I heard, whispering...