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bashfull said:Well, video works well
I thought you wanted romance, not porn....
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bashfull said:
Possibly...
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bashfull said:be fun trying.
So who are we gonna get to do this porn for you then?
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bashfull said:oh, i was thinking you could perform...and i'll direct
Hmmmm, what's my motivation? Character? Background story?
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bashfull said:
Mmmmm, I need to visualise myself into the role...
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bashfull said:i already am visualizing it
What exactly am I wearing in your visual?
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bashfull said:
Ohhh...so do the stockings stay on or come off?
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bashfull said:
sounds all very erotic....just where's the romance though?
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bashfull said:
you class that as romantic rather than erotic.....interesting concept....
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bashfull said:
LOL....well I suppose horny supercedes romance when you're the one on the thin end of the wedge
I shall have to go look at the thread sometime.....
But for now, I'm afraid it's time for me to be departing....I'll catch you again soon hun
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lovemonster said:LOL....well I suppose horny supercedes romance when you're the one on the thin end of the wedge
I shall have to go look at the thread sometime.....
But for now, I'm afraid it's time for me to be departing....I'll catch you again soon hun
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Sunlight filling the room, but blinded by your beauty, I watch enchanted as you stand to the window...a lucious form engorging my desire. Your hands rise, palms placed on the window frame.
Your breath catches as the sun caresses your naked body. Which heat burns hotter, I wonder. Leaning foward and rising upon your toes, your curves accentuated and your body poised, she commands my attention, my lust, my respect.
No sound is made other than your breathing. Your hips begin to sway, playing with the sun's rays. I watch as your breathing quickens, your head begins to toss.
Clouds cross the sun, filtering shadows across your form. Rapture wrapped in mystery, grace in sensuality. Your hand trail down...
Your back leaning against the barren wall. Your skin aflamed with lust and bared to my hungering eyes as I sit across from you. My promise to remain imprisoned with the confines of this constraining chair, knowing how I yearn to take you. Your hand trails over your thighs...tantilizing and teasing me. Your legs splay, you rise on your toes, eyes only half closed as you watch me, watch me gasp as your fingers enter where I so long to be.
Your fingers part your wetness, slowly, ever so slowly entering. I lick my lips, wishing they were yours. Recalling your taste, your heat, your shivers as I devoured you.
Your inhalation as your fingers curl upward, thumb caressing your button. Feet flat on the floor, knees bent...and open. Fingers thrusting deeper, my hardness begging to spring free.
My hand unfastening my pants as my eyes remain adoringly savoring your loveliness. As I free myself, my hand strokes in rythym to your thrusting digits. Faster, harder, hunger overwhelming. Your hips bucking as our gazes lock...frenzied desire forcing your body to writhe and my hand to slide faster...demanding. Your bottom lip now between your teeth, holding back the release of your rapture...awaiting me to join in with you. Separated by mere feet, but together in our pleasure.
Grasping harder and firmer...the ceiling fan wisking away our perspiration...breath catching...heart pounding...faster...faster...in sync with each other...urgent...demanding...
Eyes half rolling, carrying over to to rapture but not daring to leave the luscious view before me, my chest rising faster as my breath catches and becomes more shallow, more wanton. My head throws back, a single drop of persperation running down my cheek as I stroke faster. You fingers probe deeper, legs spreading wider, hips thrusting, back arching, pumping and clenching around your fingers...now two....now three...thumb furiously working your clitoris as my hand enwraps my engorgement...
Neither wanting to stop...but both wondering if we can continue....
Your fingers push inward, your hips thrusting them deeper. Your succulence avails upon your thighs...beads of nectar rolling and teasing my thirst. Two fingers deep as my hips rise now, forcing through my hand...faster...longing...restraining the release that mounts...
You are perched almost on your toes, the texture of the wall adding to your sensations, your knees bending and spreading as you go further...harder...your busom rising and falling with shallow breath as you surmount your extasy.
Your breath catches as the sun caresses your naked body. Which heat burns hotter, I wonder. Leaning foward and rising upon your toes, your curves accentuated and your body poised, she commands my attention, my lust, my respect.
No sound is made other than your breathing. Your hips begin to sway, playing with the sun's rays. I watch as your breathing quickens, your head begins to toss.
Clouds cross the sun, filtering shadows across your form. Rapture wrapped in mystery, grace in sensuality. Your hand trail down...
Your back leaning against the barren wall. Your skin aflamed with lust and bared to my hungering eyes as I sit across from you. My promise to remain imprisoned with the confines of this constraining chair, knowing how I yearn to take you. Your hand trails over your thighs...tantilizing and teasing me. Your legs splay, you rise on your toes, eyes only half closed as you watch me, watch me gasp as your fingers enter where I so long to be.
Your fingers part your wetness, slowly, ever so slowly entering. I lick my lips, wishing they were yours. Recalling your taste, your heat, your shivers as I devoured you.
Your inhalation as your fingers curl upward, thumb caressing your button. Feet flat on the floor, knees bent...and open. Fingers thrusting deeper, my hardness begging to spring free.
My hand unfastening my pants as my eyes remain adoringly savoring your loveliness. As I free myself, my hand strokes in rythym to your thrusting digits. Faster, harder, hunger overwhelming. Your hips bucking as our gazes lock...frenzied desire forcing your body to writhe and my hand to slide faster...demanding. Your bottom lip now between your teeth, holding back the release of your rapture...awaiting me to join in with you. Separated by mere feet, but together in our pleasure.
Grasping harder and firmer...the ceiling fan wisking away our perspiration...breath catching...heart pounding...faster...faster...in sync with each other...urgent...demanding...
Eyes half rolling, carrying over to to rapture but not daring to leave the luscious view before me, my chest rising faster as my breath catches and becomes more shallow, more wanton. My head throws back, a single drop of persperation running down my cheek as I stroke faster. You fingers probe deeper, legs spreading wider, hips thrusting, back arching, pumping and clenching around your fingers...now two....now three...thumb furiously working your clitoris as my hand enwraps my engorgement...
Neither wanting to stop...but both wondering if we can continue....
Your fingers push inward, your hips thrusting them deeper. Your succulence avails upon your thighs...beads of nectar rolling and teasing my thirst. Two fingers deep as my hips rise now, forcing through my hand...faster...longing...restraining the release that mounts...
You are perched almost on your toes, the texture of the wall adding to your sensations, your knees bending and spreading as you go further...harder...your busom rising and falling with shallow breath as you surmount your extasy.
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