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War pt II

Rule 1
You don't talk about fight club.
Rule number 2,
If you do,
Expect to get drug
But, cause you like it rough
Proclaiming to be a tough bitch
Let me me switch quick
And with this fork
I'm bout to pitch you.
Knocked over the head
Fist holding hair tightly
Struggle mightily
But this will last the whole nighty.
It's highly likely
You won't leave the way you came
Cause once you cum with me
You'll never be the same.
Over in the dark side
The ride gets kind of bumpy
Black and blue bodies
All scarred up and lumpy.
War in the bedroom with many casualties
Little deaths becoming more like
Brutal fatalities.
Horns coming out, screams, wailing like a Banshee
You asked to be tortured
Don't even consider leaving.

Feeling queasy, muscles burning, stomach churning
Fighting desperately
No surrender,
Your submission
Is what I'm intent on earning.
You not being easy
Juices flying, grinding on me
Sticky, my members twitching
Lust itching
Consuming soldiers.
Pressing forward, digging holes
Claiming new territory.
Something past horny is consuming
Like bodysnatchers.
I'm a bold scrapper.
Your body is what I'm after
Blasting through your defenses
Assaulting all of your senses
Tasting, teasing, and taming
Maiming, renaming, claiming
Then once I plant my flag in your soil
I'm owner.
This war is over.

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Come on people...offer up your words! Share your creations or share some of your faves.
 
Primitive utterings, inventive designs
Imprinting primitive possession
Onto post modern minds
Two of a kind, split and spliced just right
Till she has become the day and I, thus, become the night.
Skin falling just right on curves that burn when disturbed
Replacing mere urges with wanting to take a turn
Reverting what she deserves into gifts presented honorably
Orally indulging her beauty as she indulges me.*
Tributes paid in full, body worship hitting debauchery.
Spine tingled and bent, thighs spread
Middle wet as she buffets me..
Turnabout is fair play, fingers through her hair play
Nails on my head play
This foreplay is messy, babe.*
Babbling nonsense, thought bubbles popping with frequency
Frozen still in time as we pop off simultaneously
Your current flowing copiously
As my river floods your levies
And our minds both wash ashore
As our bodies struggle just to breathe...
Two cave people, clubbed, destructed and well fucked
Equals, completely matched
And perfectly conceived.
Needs seized and captured
Within an orgasmic rapture*
Such that after...

....After, the end begins again.

****
 
I find myself thinking about your lips more often than not. I dream about them in such a visceral way, that I promise that I can feel them on me in my sleep, and I squirm and writhe, trying to get more. The way your kisses carress my lips. The sweetness of your lips. The fullness of your lips. Their soft, sultry way that you part them and playfully flick your tongue out to meet my own. The energy that you exude. I love your kisses. I love your lips.

I love your kisses.

I love your bites.

And when your lips leave my own and touch my neck, it burns with pleasure. It feels as if your lips are leaving singed skin as they travel down my neck, and into that curve that introduces my shoulders. When you part those lips and flick at the skin, before you sink your teeth into my clavicle area...mmmmm...

Just thinking about it right now has me tingling all over.

Your lips travel down my chest, across my stomache. And while I know what happens next, I'm so enraptured by the feel of your lips that I also feel very unaware. My skin is marked by goosebumps.

My skin is vibrating, humming from the electricity flowing just beneath the surface. I feel so out of body right now. With my eyes closed, i can see your naked body sliding down mine. The curve of your buttocks...the feel of your nipples...your body is putting off tangible heat right now.

It feels sooooo fucking good.

But back to those lips. They roam through the dark jungle of my pubic covering...they navigate it with ease. I can tell when you get to my cock, because you pause. Now, I love how you admire my cock when you get to it. Your eyes get wide. Your fingers travel up and down the shaft. Your fingers circle the ridge just below the head, before travelling back down the shaft again to grip my balls and squeeze them slightly. Sometimes you wrap your hand around it and softly stroke it up and down, relishing the feel of it's immediate response.

But those lips will be the death of me.

Because then you wrapped those lips around my head, and suck...even as your hand continues to stroke up and down. I feel your teeth lightly on my sensitive flesh, followed by the initial pressure and releaseof precum emerging from the head. I feel suction in your mouth. You keep sucking hard, until that natural lubrication is steadily trickling from cock to your mouth. I groan and shiver a little. That is when your lips supplant your hands and slides down...down...

Down....

To the base of my cock, and you rub the head of my cock against your throat as your suctiom reaches evil levels. Your hands grip and pull my balls...sometimes straying to tease my ass a bit. Something new we've tried.

My eyes won't open. They can't. They are frozen shut, and my eyelids show me dreams of colors bursting from the darkness. I am vaguely aware of my back lifting from the bed...there is strain in my body. There is mastery in your mouth.

Your lips..

You dislodge my cock from your throat, and begin fucking me with thise lips...and now, your tongue. Your mouth opens wide, and I can hear the sounds of you forcing my cock into your mouth. As much as I wish I could grab your hair, my body is not cooperating.

I blame your lips.

My body twists and contorts.all at once, I feel shriveled, but full of life. I vecome aware of every ounce of my fiery skin. My eyes open, then close again. My breathing comes shorter...then stops altogether...

Your lips close around my cock....

And i cum with force that almost pushes me completely from the sheets...

Your lips never stop...nor does your tongue...

You suck..lick..suck...flick...

Until I'm only a twitching body in the bed...a dead man.

When my eyes can finally focus, and my head clears, I see your lips covered in my semen...dripping...

Sloppy...

Beautiful.

And now you're sliding your lips down my shaft. The other lips, that is.

I love your lips. Yeah...

I love your lips.
 
I crave the strong man
With soulful eyes.
His ego is large
As will be his demise

He shows no emotion-*
'Til I swallow his cock.
I take my time
Tick-tock Tick-tock

He says he isn't vulnerable.
Except when I'm on my knees.
My tongue has him whispering
A shaky, 'please'

Whimpering, moaning, salacious sounds-
Pressing deeper, bucking his hips.
My hold on him boundless
He trembles against my lips


Pounding my throat.
Gasping for air.
No, he's not vulnerable. My lips twist 'round.
His strong hands grip my hair

My throat pulls at him
Through his release, he screams
Unintelligible noises as
His body melts and creams

Left as heap of limp, satisfaction
Of that, he won't bawk
There was a soul in his eyes,
But I sucked it right out of his cock. :devil:
 
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I crave the strong man
With soulful eyes.
His ego is large
As will be his demise

He shows no emotion-*
'Til I swallow his cock.
I take my time
Tick-tock Tick-tock

He says he isn't vulnerable.
Except when I'm on my knees.
My tongue has him whispering
A shaky, 'please'

Whimpering, moaning, salacious sounds-
Pressing deeper, bucking his hips.
My hold on him boundless
He trembles against my lips


Pounding my throat.
Gasping for air.
No, he's not vulnerable. My lips twist 'round.
His strong hands grip my hair

My throat swallows him
Through his release, he screams
Intelligible noises as
His body melts and creams

Left as heap of limp, satisfaction
Of that, he won't bawk
There was a soul in his eyes,
But I sucked it right out of his cock. :devil:

Forgive me if this is inappropriate, but all I can think to say is, "good girl."

Or maybe just damn, damn, damn. Very nice.
 
I crave the strong man
With soulful eyes.
His ego is large
As will be his demise

He shows no emotion-*
'Til I swallow his cock.
I take my time
Tick-tock Tick-tock

He says he isn't vulnerable.
Except when I'm on my knees.
My tongue has him whispering
A shaky, 'please'

Whimpering, moaning, salacious sounds-
Pressing deeper, bucking his hips.
My hold on him boundless
He trembles against my lips


Pounding my throat.
Gasping for air.
No, he's not vulnerable. My lips twist 'round.
His strong hands grip my hair

My throat pulls at him
Through his release, he screams
Intelligible noises as
His body melts and creams

Left as heap of limp, satisfaction
Of that, he won't bawk
There was a soul in his eyes,
But I sucked it right out of his cock. :devil:

That sis just Devine...I always love a good girl...thanks for sharing.
 
A noble quest
It was indeed
To find this thread
I love to read.

On page 4?
Surely you jest!
My dear, this thread
Is simply the best!!

(What? It's a bump with a twist.) :D
 
Nobody is here.

Nobody will be coming in either. Its rare when they do. So, since nobody will be coming in here, because there's "nothing that interests anyone", I can tell you something.

Yes. You.

Thing is, well, if you were here, you'd be able to watch me masturbate. You'd see my chest rise and fall. You'd see my nostrils flare. You'd see my muscles tensing and releasing. You'd see my fist wrapped around my shaft, moving up to the frenulum, just below the head, before heading back down. You might also just see my cock between my thumb and forefinger, with my thumb vigorously rubbing my frenulum. You would watch the first drops of precum gather in my slit, and then increase until the first drop fell. Then you would see that one drop become a steady stream of precum, running down my shaft and fist. You would watch my cock twitch. You would see my toes curl. You would see me bite my lip to keep from crying out. My whimpers might arouse you. My growls might incense you.

You might even want to touch. But you wouldn't be able to.

Why, you ask? Well, because you'd be tied to your chair. Arms behind you. Legs tied apart to the legs of the chair, allowing me easy access to watch you respond. And so when your eyes close because the pleasure has become too great, you would get to see it with eyes wide open. And when your pussy begins to leak in steady streams into the seat beneath you, I would have a clear view.

Would you lick your lips? Or course you would. Your breathing might get heavy with mine.

Here's the kicker. I'm thinking about you. Yes, you.

Now aren't you glad that you came in?

I want you. Fantasizing is not enough. I drop my pants and get off whenever I think about you arrayed in lingerie or just naked and proud. You have this power over me, but in truth, I'm not your Dark Kent.

I'm your Dark Lord.

And when my cock starts jerking, and my fist becomes a blur...you..

Yes..you...

Would watch those hot, thick jets fly forth from my cock head and land maybe on your thigh, or on the floor in front of you. You would get angry, because more would follow. And more.

And more.

Until i sit there, spent...cock twitching. Still hard. Still oozing.

And my eyes would never leave yours.

Could you hold my gaze? Would you be angry for wasting my seed, rather than giving it to you?

Do you deserve it?

Do you even, fucking want it?

Of course you do.

Cause nobody else is coming in here. It's just you, and me.

And I'm your Dark Lord. Open wide.
 
I crave the strong man
With soulful eyes.
His ego is large
As will be his demise

He shows no emotion-*
'Til I swallow his cock.
I take my time
Tick-tock Tick-tock

He says he isn't vulnerable.
Except when I'm on my knees.
My tongue has him whispering
A shaky, 'please'

Whimpering, moaning, salacious sounds-
Pressing deeper, bucking his hips.
My hold on him boundless
He trembles against my lips


Pounding my throat.
Gasping for air.
No, he's not vulnerable. My lips twist 'round.
His strong hands grip my hair

My throat pulls at him
Through his release, he screams
Unintelligible noises as
His body melts and creams

Left as heap of limp, satisfaction
Of that, he won't bawk
There was a soul in his eyes,
But I sucked it right out of his cock. :devil:

This is something SERIOUS! !
 
Just something I posted in the "Arouse me in five words" thread.

I cry out, in the dark

The wind is quick, chilling

My voice shatters your dream

Your warm hand, my desire

On my chest, warming me

It touches my heart, alive

Pumping faster, igniting a fire

Your breath on my cheek

Your tongue in my ear

Love's lust drives me wild

I lay you down softly

You take me with need

I hold your firm hips

You take me to paradise
 
Smoothly sliding between my lips
Your taste is intoxicating
Savoring you in my mouth
The way you melt just for me
Your essence coating my tongue
Sliding down my throat, divine
Satisfaction close at hand
I yearn for you alone
Dark Chocolate

You had me at "smoothly sliding"
My thoughts race of your lips parting
Desire burns to press, to thrust in
Then read it's said with chocolate grin
 
Criminal Curves

Your curves were made for slipping and sliding
Made for riding
They were made for pleasure
Leading the way to your treasure.
They were made for whatever
And since I know you're down,
No lingerie, no leather, just naked.
Your curves cause some sounds
Heavy breathing, trembling lips,
Straining to kiss soft and tender
Not observing your speed limit
As I'm enjoying your splendor.
My mind on a bender, my nature taking the wheel
Peeling back the gentle
Revealing the wicked steel.
Cause your curves entice and tease me
Weakens my knees
Almost wanting to beg..Damn...please
Just let me taste you
Make your oven bake, then baste you
Icing you like cream filled cake too.
Ooooo.
Plunging inside you, with rigid tongue
You get it?
Taste buds overloaded, probing pink perfection
Clit pointed angrily, over stimulation
Cream flowing profusely, fragrant scents emitting
Dam breaks, you shake, we moan together
Sigh...
Maybe I'd better calm down before I melt down around me...
Sigh....
Almost....there....
Breathe....deeply....
Ok..

Your curves were made for tangling
Dangling legs over thighs
Arms around waist
Lips affixed to long neck
Hands all over the place.
Feeling goose bumps rise
Eyes closed, lips sighing
Relaxing as your curves bend slightly into mine.
Resisting the urge to start again,
Cause its afflicting me mightily
Your sexy is kryptonite
And I'm so tired of fighting it
I'd rather just lie down inside you
And die in you...
Your curves were made to consume me
Please baby...give em to me.*
Your curves, my comfort
Your curves, my constant craving...
Your curves, crevices containing delights for my devouring.*
Mmmm.

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