ridingwild:
she wanted so badly to surf and sun
and mediate and breathe in the salt-licked moisture
free of clothing and people and worries and shame
then in the perfect unexpected moment
she wanted to feel his kiss on the back of her neck
as he wrapped around her and invaded every molecule
of her perfect sensual world
littlebitsoflust:
delectabledeviants:
When you have the power, the lead, the moment.
You know what your tight hand is doing.
You can feel is as his breathing fights with his moans and you’re adoring being the villain behind the battle.
Wanting him there upon that cusp, to push him, yet not to.
To keep him within the aspect of him fucking back harder against your hand. But that’s against the rules. You let go. Throw him a naughty look. Spank his cock a little. Play again at your own pace.
All of his previous dominance you’ve stolen. He wants to cum, but you own the moment. You wonder if when he gets carried away and fucking against your fist again, if that spank upon his cock might make him cum violently. Of not even touching him and watching his cock pulse of it’s own accord, his sticky sin everywhere, the look in his eyes, rapid fire breathing, the loud of his cries.
If he tries to reach for his cock, you should spank it lightly again. See if he cum s all the harder, all the more. That you own the moment. And the lesson is yours to teach.
littlebitsoflust:
ive dreamed of doing this to you. feeling you throb in my hand. you moaning into my mouth as i squeeze you. taking you to the edge over and over again. would you like that dearest?
easilyaroused:
You are sultry, dirty, soft and hard You are close to me and you’re so far And I’m thinking of the time we spent together Now I’ll bury this in my backyard Sometimes I sit and wonder But I’ll never dial your number
easilyaroused:
ridingwild:
she pulled away as he was near to bursting
gently locked her teeth at the ridge of his mushroom
flicked lightly, hummed and held him there
he was right on the precipice
and she was not about to let him jump
until his knees were shaking
and tears of pleading were in his eyes
hawu235:
2011-06-08-088