Lovely, Dark, and Deep

I've revealed a bit about what I like to read with the quotes in my first two posts, but here's one of my own.

I touch

In a candle lit bath,
Do you think of me?
Do you crave my touch under the bubbles?
Laying in bed alone,
Do you wish I was under the blankets?
Is it too much to tell you
That I do?
I want to soak in the tub with you.
Wash you everywhere.
Explore every curve, every fold with my fingers.
I want to lay in bed with you,
Wearing nothing but sheets.
Journey from your neck down, down with my mouth.
I don't want to scare you,
With all the things I want to do,
But you should know,
I touch.
I touch in the bath.
I touch in bed.
Remembering your hesitant touch,
Before you changed your mind.
I told you it's fine,
But I touch and touch and touch,
Wishing it was your touch instead.
Thank you for sharing your poetry and pictures with us. They're beautiful.
 
Photo Four... and an excerpt from one of my in-progress novels, The Assignment. I submitted a couple chapters to Literotica today.


“Tell me what you want.” His voice, his stare is primal. A wild animal who has cornered his prey.

“I want you to taste how wet you make me.” My demand is his breaking point. The waistband of my panties digs into my skin before breaking away. I gasp when his mouth attacks the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs.

No easing into it, no teasing. I writhe beneath him, my pleasure building despite the intensity and discomfort. His tongue laps at the growing wetness between my legs. His teeth graze my delicate skin. I scream as he nips at my clit and plunges three fingers inside me.

He raises his head, his eyes dark and angry. “Scream again and I'll stop.”
I want to pull you close as my hand cups your mound and whisper in your ear how mad I am with desire…
 
Lovely, Dark, & Deep

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
- Robert Frost
And those lovely long legs will get you there, of that I have no doubt.

Fabulous hair, too. Is it red/auburn?

Thank you for sharing your beauty with us.

T.
 
"We all dream of things we cannot have."
- George R.R. Martin

I should introduce myself. I'm Shay.

(Though some of you may have known me by other names. Shh...)

Writing and photography are my creative outlets from my structured, unimaginative job. I made my first account here 15+ years ago. I rarely stay long, but I felt like sharing some photos as well as some writing snippets.

Enjoy!
A reversal of the image, or shot with the use of a mirror, intrigued. And the book, by George R.R. Martin, is it where the quote is lifted from? I haven't read it, but perhaps I shall.

So tell, if you wish, why your visits are fleeting?
 
Thank you for sharing your poetry and pictures with us. They're beautiful.
So glad you're enjoying it. Thanks!

I want to pull you close as my hand cups your mound and whisper in your ear how mad I am with desire…
"Mad with desire" is always a goal.

And those lovely long legs will get you there, of that I have no doubt.

Fabulous hair, too. Is it red/auburn?

Thank you for sharing your beauty with us.

T.
Thank you! My hair is lighter in the summer, but probably more auburn in the winter. Definite redhead energy though.

A reversal of the image, or shot with the use of a mirror, intrigued. And the book, by George R.R. Martin, is it where the quote is lifted from? I haven't read it, but perhaps I shall.

So tell, if you wish, why your visits are fleeting?
Just shot with my front camera. That's the fourth book in the "A Song of Ice and Fire" series.

I quickly grow bored or annoyed with Am Pics threads.

Umm. Is the power at your core, harnessed in your green, bondage-inspired outfit?
Haha something like that.
 
Photo #8

The Wager

He places his neat stack of fifties in the safe. Always appreciative of a nice visual, she brought her bet money in various denominations for a slightly larger pile, though equal in value.

"Are you expecting me to celebrate my win at the strip club?" he teases.

"I want you to fuck me on a pile of my winnings," she corrects. They both know bragging rights are the true prize though.

He turns around while she sets the four digit combination. She places a timer on top of the safe. Her hand hovers over the button as she takes a deep breath.

"Time starts in three, two, one."

When he turns back around to face her, the warm, flirty smile is replaced with a mischievous grin. His eyes sparkle with sadistic anticipation like they do when she's earned a punishment.

"Strip then face down on the bed." She slowly lifts her shirt up over her head. "Don't waste time. Quickly," he growls, eyeing her like prey.

Continue...
 
Photo #8

The Wager

He places his neat stack of fifties in the safe. Always appreciative of a nice visual, she brought her bet money in various denominations for a slightly larger pile, though equal in value.

"Are you expecting me to celebrate my win at the strip club?" he teases.

"I want you to fuck me on a pile of my winnings," she corrects. They both know bragging rights are the true prize though.

He turns around while she sets the four digit combination. She places a timer on top of the safe. Her hand hovers over the button as she takes a deep breath.

"Time starts in three, two, one."

When he turns back around to face her, the warm, flirty smile is replaced with a mischievous grin. His eyes sparkle with sadistic anticipation like they do when she's earned a punishment.

"Strip then face down on the bed." She slowly lifts her shirt up over her head. "Don't waste time. Quickly," he growls, eyeing her like prey.

Continue...
What a view to go along with such an erotic story. You have an amazing body Rose
 
Photo #8

The Wager

He places his neat stack of fifties in the safe. Always appreciative of a nice visual, she brought her bet money in various denominations for a slightly larger pile, though equal in value.

"Are you expecting me to celebrate my win at the strip club?" he teases.

"I want you to fuck me on a pile of my winnings," she corrects. They both know bragging rights are the true prize though.

He turns around while she sets the four digit combination. She places a timer on top of the safe. Her hand hovers over the button as she takes a deep breath.

"Time starts in three, two, one."

When he turns back around to face her, the warm, flirty smile is replaced with a mischievous grin. His eyes sparkle with sadistic anticipation like they do when she's earned a punishment.

"Strip then face down on the bed." She slowly lifts her shirt up over her head. "Don't waste time. Quickly," he growls, eyeing her like prey.

Continue...
Oh my, that is a big shower, I think there is easily room for one more, with hands eager to bathe you, in adoration...and soap bubbles!
 
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