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And she said, "Tell me about your toys"

and I said, "I have none"

She said, "none?"

"Yes, no toys. Will you be my toy? I have lots of tools and we have work to do."
 
Boundaries broken
invisible walls offering
no resistance to the braided hemp
a calmness not imagined
as each pore strains to sense
My footsteps
a once caged spirit now soars

all thoughts screech as the door
creaks open followed by the bed
sinking softly from my weight
soft burn of whiskers
slide down smooth skin
warm kisses landing
on tenderest skin
a shiver as warm breath
skates across peeping clit
 
agonizing is the wait
as thoughts erotic
blush your innocence
the edge so intense
fingers shake against
quivering flesh
trigger happy you cum
yet it serves no quench
no surrogate for my hands
a single drop of rain
into your parched soul
as need overtakes want
and you become
hopelessly Mine
 
WriterDom said:
agonizing is the wait
as thoughts erotic
blush your innocence
the edge so intense
fingers shake against
quivering flesh
trigger happy you cum
yet it serves no quench
no surrogate for my hands
a single drop of rain
into your parched soul
as need overtakes want
and you become
hopelessly Mine


You do have a way with words... :rose:
 
WriterDom said:
agonizing is the wait
as thoughts erotic
blush your innocence
the edge so intense
fingers shake against
quivering flesh
trigger happy you cum
yet it serves no quench
no surrogate for my hands
a single drop of rain
into your parched soul
as need overtakes want
and you become
hopelessly Mine
Melting here. I may have to stop reading . . . ;)
 
A delicious spread of heat
like hot fudge running down your spirit
a fuck between hand and ass
flushed cheeks, flushed sighs
whimpers, those sweet cries
as fingers bury beneath swollen lips
thrashing, pushing back wanting
cock deep & cock full
hand meets flesh again, solid
square on the sweetest spot
a blending of aim, spreading the pink
warmth in uniform glow
fingers disappearing feeling you spasm
at the edge just waiting for the word
 
Is there a cure?
she wonders
It seems as if
He dwells within her now
as if His wicked tongue
lies bedded with her clit

wetness is the norm
her pussy stolen
confiscated
His, all of her, His
from aching nipples
to curling toes

a whirling slide
into His web
and she wonders
Is there a cure?
And prays on
trembling knees
there isn't
 
WriterDom said:
Is there a cure?
she wonders
It seems as if
He dwells within her now
as if His wicked tongue
lies bedded with her clit

wetness is the norm
her pussy stolen
confiscated
His, all of her, His
from aching nipples
to curling toes

a whirling slide
into His web
and she wonders
Is there a cure?
And prays on
trembling knees
there isn't
Mmmmmmm. :kiss:
 
Orgasm redefined
hardly refined
a she wolf
howling in the trap
testing the tethers

pussy, a stuttering pink
mix of contractions
grasping for the cock
just inches away, mocking

a pussy chewing on ben wa
each heartbeat electric
to the swollen clit
in constant throb

undulating hips
upon sea of ecstacy
a musk wet spread
darkening teal sheets

onward I press
not counting, not timing
amusing Myself
lost in your paradisiacal torture
 
Thank you, Sir. Drawn out of hiding by your magnetic poetry, I must praise your words. I'm sure I speak for many when I thank you for giving us such pleasure by seeing us so clearly and loving us so much. I only hope we can return the favors. . .
 
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Insatiable is the need
the greed that far exceeds
to please, to wait in darkness
for the tease
to offer the upturned naughtiness
accepting both pleasure and pain
riding the wave of euphoria
that lies indistinguishably
between two extremes merging
leaving her in puddle of bliss
 
shasta1526 said:
So tell us, what's that Literotica tote bag like? :D

It wasn't worth the shipping cost. I have to get to 20,000 for free shipping.
 
Contrasts
when two extremes
meet on the other side
of the spectrum
fire & ice
dripping down
indistinguishable
to the pet, bound
laboring between the ropes

Contrasts
rough & soft
teeth, nails, to slippery tongue
the heaviness of cured leather tails
licking down body
thirty-two demon tongues
seducing, then without warning
dropping hard with echoing thump
across sleeping breasts
 
Floating in a sea
Of Me
eyes remain closed
behind the caressing shadowy turns of silk
wrists, ankles tethered to the four corners
of the cool brass bed
silently purring
a demeanor of sheer contentment
loins aching for flesh to flesh
nipples reaching in scratchy ache
buttery hot wetness
the sea
Of Me
 
Who would know
as they ambled
barefoot in the pearl-white sand
underneath the innocent sun dress
an ass was flushed as sunset
each hole fresh fucked tender
nipples bruised against the fabric
her hand gripped a little tighter
than most lover’s do
 
And to you also! Whatever you celebrate may this year have special meaning for us all!
 
I think tomorrow I'll start a "Tool of the week" feature. Just for fun and general knowledge. And perhaps you can better picture the "tool" being used on yourself.
 
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