who needs to get laid?

Hmm. I don't so much need to be laid as I need to be made to come -- hard -- several times.
 
slyc_willie said:
Imp, sweetheart, that is just wayyy too tempting :devil:

Mmm. Steal my orgasms from me -- make me surrender them, release them. Tie me up and make me whimper for more -- more fingers, more teeth, more sting, more ice. Make them burst from my body like a flock of birds startled into flight, obscuring the light so that I cannot see until the beat of their wings recedes. When they come to rest, start again -- by stealth, creeping up on my bliss.
 
:cool:
impressive said:
Mmm. Steal my orgasms from me -- make me surrender them, release them. Tie me up and make me whimper for more -- more fingers, more teeth, more sting, more ice. Make them burst from my body like a flock of birds startled into flight, obscuring the light so that I cannot see until the beat of their wings recedes. When they come to rest, start again -- by stealth, creeping up on my bliss.

You have a :kiss: ;) way with words, madamoiselle. That was a real turn-on, what you just wrote.
 
You know something...for once, I actually don't need to get laid. :) I feel content just the way things are.
 
While I don't have the pressing "need" to get laid, would always take more. To learn, to feel, to burn in the passion's heat.
 
OneLustyWench said:
While I don't have the pressing "need" to get laid, would always take more. To learn, to feel, to burn in the passion's heat.
All you needed to do was ask gorgeous ;)
 
impressive said:
Mmm. Steal my orgasms from me -- make me surrender them, release them. Tie me up and make me whimper for more -- more fingers, more teeth, more sting, more ice. Make them burst from my body like a flock of birds startled into flight, obscuring the light so that I cannot see until the beat of their wings recedes. When they come to rest, start again -- by stealth, creeping up on my bliss.

I come to you, a passionate thief, greedy in my taking, wanting you, wanting your gifts. By touch, caress, kiss and lick, I unlock your secret treasures, one by one, taking the more common ones first before delving deeper and deeper, through the sweet resistance, to reach the very core . . . and taking it all.

And leaving you dazed and breathless, eyes fluttering like tired hummingbird's wings, I take my leave . . . .

;)
 
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