a shadowed room,our Sanctuary.come craving our crazed copulations,a steamy storm of continuous coitus.spread, straddled,sweaty sweetness.puffy pillowsstrewn carelessly.silky sheetssensously strokingsensitive soft skin.now, suitably spent,spooning sleep awaits our thundering,throbbing,heaving hearts.
Member: Roman
our lips brushas our fingers touch,binding our passionwhile simultaneouslyloosing it.fingers lock,as do lips,and our bodies melt into each other. your eyes closeas i explore your lips;your involuntarydeep inhalationimpales your firm breastsagainst my chest,arousing mewith delicious thoughts. like a lure,your nipples...
An Night to Remember, Part III
"It's not just the steam in the bathroom heating things up...."
He awoke before she did. The late afternoon sun, filtered through the drawn shades, filled the room with a perfect mix of muted light. Silently, not wishing to wake her, his eye traced her perfect curves, following...
An Night to Remember, Part I
"It's not just the steam in the bathroom heating things up...."
He was, once again, nervous. This surprised him, somewhat, as he thought that he—and she—had gotten over the initial butterflies-in-the-stomach after their first meeting. But that was lunch, and this was... well, different. Not that it mattered...