I sit in the corner of the couch reading. She walks over and casually pushes the book from my view. She leans into me and bushes her face against mine on the way to bite my ear. Has she turns to sit into me her golden white hair smacks me across the face and I smell an emulsion of her and perfume. She arches her back has she grinds against me. My hands find her hips, my finger tips ride the curves of her soul as reality is eclipsed I find my way inside her. Her skin is magnetic as the exchange of energy begins to bounce from me to her. Powerful waves wash over steady and relentless, approaching the crest and withdrawing. Time holds no sway in this place of pain and pleasure. Her hands ride my spine up as her nails ride my back down pulling me close to her teeth clamped my neck. This is the perpetual machine, never ending unforgiving sexual prowess of a woman. I am a slave to it.
More Blogs
-
0
-
0
Apologies, a word I hate and an event I almost never partake in
All matter is 99.9999% empty space and if you break down the solid… -
0
Curse of the high IQ
Curse of the high IQ is a book I recently discovered, it was an … -
0
The most powerful instrument in the known universe
The human mind. The most powerful tool in the known universe is the… -
0
What would you do? How far would you go? What would you endure?
How far would you go for love? I’m not talking about fleeting passi… -
0
Why are tattooed girls nice and conservative looking girl crazy???
Sometimes I bring home an inked woman, my father always thinks I’m… -
0
Sex and Violence aka My youth
I was a good kid, loved soccer, attended school and I didn’t do dru… -
0
Essence, Energy, Enslavement
I sit in the corner of the couch reading. She walks over and casual… -
0
What do you like? The kink or sink factor
If I’d take you home to suck on your lower special bits and lick … -
0
The places.......
All the places I've been, shadows I've resided in, people I've experi…