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Vignette of Love
By: Sweet Tea

As we get together
In God's eyes
You see
Yes I see

We love, we move, we feel
Escalating
Touching, kissing, being
Exhilaration
Sucking, eating, licking
Exquisite

Following the motion of the sea (saw)
You push I fly
I push you see the sky
Oh, I feel it deep inside
You go slow, sweet because
You don't want to release

We cruise, we walk, we run
We swim, we soar
Now we are ready to begin our journey
We are in heaven
Exciting
Forevermore

Mine Not Mine

His teeth
His lips
His tongue
His kiss
His fingers
His hands
His touch

He licks me
He feels me

The man loves me
The man sexes me
The man has enslaved me

I kiss him
I touch him
I have him for hours on end
I am wet continually
I cum unendingly
I cannot get enough of him

He is not mine,
He goes home to his wife
I go home to my husband
To return to him again and again

G...

Alone But Never Lonely
Wanda M.J.

Mmm...that feels good. My nipples are licked then tweaked. I cannot see where I am but I hear music around me. My pants are still on. What happened to my shirt? I cannot see the face but I can smell the person’s hair as they press my breasts together to lick from one hard nipple to the other. Why are you doing this to me?

You know you want me to.

I don’t know that because I don’t know who this person is. Oooh! That feels so! Warm fingers slide between my belly and my pants, over my shaven mound, until they slip inside my moistness. A finger lightly massages my clit and I grab the sides of the chair. My right breast is fondled and sucked while this is going on. This cannot be happening but I’m glad that it is. Sex has NEVER felt THIS good. My throat is dry. I’m about to cum.

Not yet!

I don’t want this feeling to end. The heat between my legs is scorching. When a tongue is slipped into my mouth I begin to convulse. My thighs grip the hand like a vice as I grind into the wet fingers. And then... And then...

The damn alarm clock goes off!

My heart is racing, my breathing quick, my walls pulsating, my panties wet. I’m alone in the bed as usual. I lazily roll over to smack the button then touch myself as I replay my dream. I don’t need anyone as long as my mind still works.

FORBIDDEN FRUIT
Sofia G.

Biting into the forbidden fruit
that was so bitter sweet,
he stroked the embers of my desire
until I tottered on the edge of ecstasy...
Tottering on that delicate edge
I lost all sense and reason.
He did not know that with one more stroke,
I would have sold my soul.

I want to kiss
Antoinette

I want to lock eyes and know that this moment, this exact moment is inescapable because WE FEEL THE PULL of the energy around us, surrounding us; vibrating to a higher pitch and we are DRAWN toward each other like magnets.

I want to kiss…
I want to lightly graze lips that lightly graze mine and be caught up in that moment in time when we are beyond the point where we can pull back but must face head on the NEED to become SUBMERGED

I want to kiss…
I want to lightly dip my tongue into the moist wetness of your mouth, caress your tongue with mine, be drawn deeper into you.

I want to kiss...
I want the heady heat and the rapid beat of our hearts as we start to FEEL the kiss that was not just a Kiss but SURRENDER. Eyes closed, bodies molded, arms folded, around your waist, your fingers locked in my hair.
And we kiss, and we kiss and we kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss.

The Shower (Abridged)
By Jessica Lust

I stood under the shower rinsing the shampoo from my hair, rubbing at my eyes to get the soap from them then turned my face up to the warm water once more. I gasped as I felt a hand grip my hair, as I thought I was alone in the house. You tighten your grip forcing my face to remain looking up, the water cascading over my eyes, nose and mouth making it hard for me to breathe and I spit out the water as it entered my mouth each time I tried to take a breath. I felt your free hand cover my left breast and my heartbeat pounded harder in my chest. Suddenly your body pressed against mine. I felt your cock between my round cheeks and I couldn’t help but press back against you.

“You trust me don’t you, Jessie?”

Goose bumps emerging all over my body despite the warmth of the water at the sound of your voice. My reply garbled from talking through the water—only one word. “Yes!”

You ordered me to place my hands against the shower wall before me and arch my body then you maneuvered the showerhead to allow the water to fall straight down over my back. Your foot pushed at mine, widening them. Your hand tightened in my hair as you drew my face from the cascading water for a moment to breathe fully again. My heart pounding, not sure what to expect. I cried out in surprise as I felt the sting of the leather slap over my ass cheeks making me jump only to hear your sadistic chuckle.

Again and again I felt the belt come down over my round ass warming it, your hand in my hair, pulling my face constantly back under the water despite my struggles, keeping it there as the lashes got harder and harder. The water adding to the stinging pain. Its little droplets acting like pinpricks as the leather belt claimed more and more of my sensitive flesh. When I could take it no longer, I cried out begging, pleading, for you to stop…for you to keep going. Needing your pain/pleasure combination. Feeling my body trembling uncontrollably, embraces by the moisture between my thighs that had nothing to do with the shower water.

You worked the belt up and down my back, my shoulders, my ass, pulling me under the water repeatedly making me gasp for breath. Finally, I screamed out unable to take anymore and you press your body against mine, shielding me from the water, wrapping your arms around me. I cried against you and heard your words of comfort slowly penetrate the haze of pain…of pleasure…at being used so severely. Your words spoke of pride in your whore, whispering your desire, your joy at owning me, your need to hear my screams, your joy of holding my trembling body against yours.

“Hold me…please…please don’t let go. Please don’t let go.” My words a desperate plead repeated over and over as I pressed into you, unable to stop trembling. Feeling as if you were my only connection to reality knowing I’d be lost without your arms anchoring me to you.

“I won’t let go, Jessie. I won’t let go of my whore, my cunt, my slave, my love. You belong to me. You belong to me, my love.” Your mouthed against my ear. Your words so low penetrated my haze of pain and pleasure awakening my body as your hands moves over my sensitized flesh. Your fingers teased my clit, exploring me more intimately. Every touch becoming a erotic agony of pleasure. Your teeth biting into my back—my shoulders. Your hard cock nestled between my round ass cheeks. My body trembling until it shatters in an orgasmic release which left me pressing against back against you. Your arms around me the only thing holding me up as my legs gave way. And then your hand was in my hair, turning my face back to cover my mouth with yours to allow you to drink the sounds of my ecstasy.

Come love with me and be my life.
(from: The complete Romantic poetry of Peter Mc Williams)

Hold me
very close
tonight.
I want you
more than I want my life.
Much
More.
Kiss me
quickly.
I love you.

***

You are
sleeping.
I will quietly
crawl in
next to you,
close my eyes,
and enter
your dream.

***

All night long.
Laughing.
Playing with words
Pillows blankets time each other.
Falling in love.
falling asleep.
Not making love
until the next morning
and the birds were singing.