Rambling Rose is my peach dream

[Rhys]

I could drift in the warmth of your skin and feel your fragrant thighs wrapped around me. You blush, its delicate tinge lights up your face and draws my attention to your voluptous depths. you pull me down into your bower and we are giggling naughyness for a while. i would nibble your collarbone, drawing your sugar fine skin into my mouth and tasting your honey flesh against my tounge. You ae an explosion, your taste a riot of sensation against my fevered skin. I would pull you to me, kissing the depths of you, probing your mouth with my tounge drinking you down and breathing into you. I would explore the curve of your breast with my fingertips, rough as they are from playing an too much typing. Your softness, too easily bruised like petals of a flower, yet in brusing releases scent so subtle. The fragrance tantilises me, arouses my curiosity more. Lightly stroking your nipple with my fingers, tracing the aureole, watching it stiffin and hearing your soft whimpering response. You are flame...contained in flesh, burning with a molten core. I would dip my fingers in...and pray you would not sear me...

 

[red_rose]

Wow.

Tequila brings out the erotica in you!

Oh to be rambling instead of red...

 

[Rhys]

I thirst. I burn. I must continue the quest for I am driven and insane with my need
Let me drown myself in you. Let me dissolve myself in your fires. Sear me then.
I trace a path from your collarbone to your ear, whispering to you what a delicious and delightful confection you are. Your throat beckons, the pulse beneath your skin, driving me like a summons. I can trace the faint blue veins that spider under your skin...so pale and delicate. Strong yet so fragile, you amaze me with your resiliant spirit. I want to feel how you are made. I want to caress all of your sweet softness, drawing you to me in another, deepening kiss. I am lost to all but this sensation and your fingers dance over my spine, pulling me to you, drawing me deeper to the marrow of your bones. I would feast on you. Nibbling your sternum and flowing along the line to your belly button...taking nips from the gentle protrusion of your abdomen, across to the jutting bones of your hips. Flow down to your thighs, dipping my fingers into your well for a brief taste before exploring the crease of your knee with my tongue...

 

[daniella469]

Damn you!

I am trying to cut down! Now I have to free the beaver. I am so weak, so addicted, so obessed, so out of here!


I just have to wait for the printer to finish. I'm taking you with me!

 

[red_rose]

*bump, bump*

For the Rambling one.

 

[Rambling Rose]

I. am. going. to. bed. now.


*sigh*






















Alone.

 

[Sillyman]

He's Welsh, what the hell do you expect?

Why doesn't anyone ever write me like that?

 

[calypso_21]

He's Welsh, what the hell do you expect?

Why doesn't anyone ever write me like that?

I was sitting here wondering the same thing!!

 

[someplace]

He's Welsh, what the hell do you expect?

God! I bet he sings too. Damn!

 

[sunstruck]

God! I bet he sings too. Damn!

Yup.

 

[Rhys]

There's only one Literotica lady who has heard me sing...

and maybe a Lit lad come to think of it...but I don't remember


oh where was I...

*warming up fingers*

 

[Rhys]

Why doesn't anyone ever write me like that?

Don't feel bad. Nobody's done me like me either...heh

 

[Madia]

Don't feel bad. Nobody's done me like me either...heh

*sighs softly*
Why can't everyone just be done like that...?


(well by everyone I mean me...)