Sunday, February 11, 2018
PERSONAL: MOVING OUT OF THE HOUSE I GREW UP IN
About two weeks ago my mom sold the house that she had for over 45 years. I grew up in that house. But since my Dad passed away about 1.5 years ago. It was losing my dad all over again. All the memories......gone. My mom now lives with me.....she is looking to move to NYC
THOUGHTS: I WILL FOREVER STAY WITH YOU
You’re important to me. I think if there’s anything that will last forever, it’s that. Whether we separate, stay in touch or rarely speak again, you will always be that little someone I really do care for, that I would sacrifice everything for to protect and keep safe
Sometimes you are going to miss a person who was an almost to you. And feel sad because there is no name for that feeling. You just feel it in a way that makes you tired to your very bones.Maybe our love won’t be like the movies. Maybe there won’t be a grand ending, an airport run, a long embrace where the I love you’s come pouring out as fast as the laughs and tears. Maybe it’ll be as simple as breakfast on a weekday. You’ll be drinking coffee, I’ll be eating cereal; I’ll look at you, you’ll look at me, and we’ll just know
Stolen moments were the most treasured realm in romantic pursuit. A moment to where everything was silent and undisturbed. For anything that has moments, time stopped and froze. Moments were the tiny skips of your heart, distinct, rhetorical and undisputed. We cannot control these moments because they eclipsed and momentarily fleeting, akin to a bubble in the still air; unnoticeable. But if you captured moments, freely in motion, it was like you became eternal
At this very moment, time captures us. It feels forever because there are pebbles of memories form in secret. Memories become sentiments. Sentiments reside in your senses. Like how a smell could open a past memory; a taste of food to remember a moment with someone. See? Everything has moments. You just have to be keen on recalling what keeps it worth
I hold your hand to my cheek and feel the warmth once absent make my skin alive again. I press my lips into your palm, imprinting my soul against your lifeline, inhaling the comfort of your touch. I hold your gaze and fall back into familiar pools, a look of love quietly shared, slowly rekindled. When your hand touches mine, it is all I need to know that you are mine and you are here and you are holding me, touching me, hearing the whispers of this heart that waited for yours. I trace the path of your fingertips, my fire mirroring yours. The rest of the coffee shop fades as I lose myself in your touch, your now. Your lips are my passion, your hands are my peace, and you’re home, I’m home — we’re home
And maybe you wanted to go easy on her, you wanted to start slowly, to approach with finesse, and yes, you took control of your howling, throbbing hunger, thirst and desire. But then her glance met your glance, eye to eye, and her scent, her warmth, her wet kissing affirmation gave way to your needs and cravings in pristine affections. So you kissed and clenched in passionate determination, grabbed her hair, bit her neck, soaked up her heat in a fiery relentless embrace, and pulled her away, closer to you, deeper into a world solely ruled by passion, commanded by lust, and with every move and breath she accepted the inevitability reign of your hands and strength and overwhelming manliness, while she felt in her ultimate defeat and surrender as secure and home as never before. She became yours, and in claiming her you became hers as well, lust-laden clearly and in a love beyond time and space forged to last forever.
You know, we are not perfect.
But then again, who really is?
We cant blame ourself on the mistakes we make when we are living. We are really just experiencing life. You live and you learn. There are times where i feel like giving up.
There are times where i feel worthless.
Or times where im insecure about myself.
But once i got older i found out that i’m not the only one facing these problems. I know how much i’m worth. But i wish that i knew that last year.
I know that i deserve more than the way i get treated time on time.
That everytime i show that i care about somebody they use my kindness for weakness. I know and i notice.
And when people keep treating you poorly you become heartless and stop putting your trust in anything or anybody. I know for a fact that i deserve more than keep being hurt while im putting my trust in people. I am not perfect but i know my selfworth. Stop acting like i’m not the one that would be at your doorstep at 5am when you are crying yourself to sleep with red bloodshot eyes from the alcohol. Stop treating me like i am a stranger when i only want the best for you. But who am i fooling. We all know that people leave and that friendships fade away and that you can only depend on yourself at the end of the day. But how nice would it be if people stayed with you thru the good and the bad? That understands you when you make bad decisions. Because even when you marry you promise all those things, all those fantasies that you end up breaking. How could you promise somebody to love them forever when love is just an feeling? A feeling that you could lose when you wake up the next morning.
We are not perfect, but we deserve it.
We been thru too much, we experienced every emotion and every feeling.
And sometimes we are lonely. Sometimes it feels like nobody understands me and that i need to distance myself from people to understand myself a little more. Just to sit back and reflect on everything that happend the past months and how i can carry any further. I know that i am fighting myself sometimes, change is strange but we need to accept it.
We are not perfect, but we are care-taking.
Who wants to be perfect anyway?
Why would you want to live by the rules and do the same thing every day?
I surely am not perfect, but i know that i am strong. I know that i won’t settle for less.
And so should you, the one that feels like their not worth it while you really are. You are so important. You deserve everything you want and you will achieve it. Everybody faces struggles along the way but you sure as hell will reach your destination. Some will take a couple of months to reach it and some take a couple of years. Work on yourself every day and put a lot of love into yourself and see how quick you will start to appreciate yourself more.
We are not perfect, but we are worth it
It is a kind of love, is it not? How the cup holds the tea, how the chair stands sturdy and foursquare, how the floor receives the bottoms of shoes or toes. How soles of feet know where they’re supposed to be. I’ve been thinking about the patience of ordinary things, how clothes wait respectfully in closets and soap dries quietly in the dish, and towels drink the wet from the skin of the back. And the lovely repetition of stairs. And what is more generous than a window?
I say ‘I love you’
to you
too frequently,
because I know that someday
I won’t be able to,
and so before that day,
I want to be able
to say
a lifetime’s worth,
so that you’ll know
that you’re worthy
forever
I want to taste your breath,
as you whisper my name
on the tip of my tongue,
your words caressing it,
making it swell in way that tells you
that
I long for you.
I want to feel
the touch of your fingers
leaving scars down my back,
follicles of your being
meshing with me,
that’ll stay there
for days,
for weeks,
for months,
for years,
so that I’ll always carry
something of you
with me
for eternity.
I want to kiss you,
purple bruises and all,
the image of your arms around me
burned into my mind,
making my face become rosy
when you move
the slightest bit.
Run your hands
through the strands of my hair
and keep me sane
by driving me insane
with
anticipation
and
hesitation.
Love me the way
that I
want to love you,
and stay mine darling
and I’ll forever stay yours
Sometimes you are going to miss a person who was an almost to you. And feel sad because there is no name for that feeling. You just feel it in a way that makes you tired to your very bones.Maybe our love won’t be like the movies. Maybe there won’t be a grand ending, an airport run, a long embrace where the I love you’s come pouring out as fast as the laughs and tears. Maybe it’ll be as simple as breakfast on a weekday. You’ll be drinking coffee, I’ll be eating cereal; I’ll look at you, you’ll look at me, and we’ll just know
Stolen moments were the most treasured realm in romantic pursuit. A moment to where everything was silent and undisturbed. For anything that has moments, time stopped and froze. Moments were the tiny skips of your heart, distinct, rhetorical and undisputed. We cannot control these moments because they eclipsed and momentarily fleeting, akin to a bubble in the still air; unnoticeable. But if you captured moments, freely in motion, it was like you became eternal
At this very moment, time captures us. It feels forever because there are pebbles of memories form in secret. Memories become sentiments. Sentiments reside in your senses. Like how a smell could open a past memory; a taste of food to remember a moment with someone. See? Everything has moments. You just have to be keen on recalling what keeps it worth
I hold your hand to my cheek and feel the warmth once absent make my skin alive again. I press my lips into your palm, imprinting my soul against your lifeline, inhaling the comfort of your touch. I hold your gaze and fall back into familiar pools, a look of love quietly shared, slowly rekindled. When your hand touches mine, it is all I need to know that you are mine and you are here and you are holding me, touching me, hearing the whispers of this heart that waited for yours. I trace the path of your fingertips, my fire mirroring yours. The rest of the coffee shop fades as I lose myself in your touch, your now. Your lips are my passion, your hands are my peace, and you’re home, I’m home — we’re home
And maybe you wanted to go easy on her, you wanted to start slowly, to approach with finesse, and yes, you took control of your howling, throbbing hunger, thirst and desire. But then her glance met your glance, eye to eye, and her scent, her warmth, her wet kissing affirmation gave way to your needs and cravings in pristine affections. So you kissed and clenched in passionate determination, grabbed her hair, bit her neck, soaked up her heat in a fiery relentless embrace, and pulled her away, closer to you, deeper into a world solely ruled by passion, commanded by lust, and with every move and breath she accepted the inevitability reign of your hands and strength and overwhelming manliness, while she felt in her ultimate defeat and surrender as secure and home as never before. She became yours, and in claiming her you became hers as well, lust-laden clearly and in a love beyond time and space forged to last forever.
You know, we are not perfect.
But then again, who really is?
We cant blame ourself on the mistakes we make when we are living. We are really just experiencing life. You live and you learn. There are times where i feel like giving up.
There are times where i feel worthless.
Or times where im insecure about myself.
But once i got older i found out that i’m not the only one facing these problems. I know how much i’m worth. But i wish that i knew that last year.
I know that i deserve more than the way i get treated time on time.
That everytime i show that i care about somebody they use my kindness for weakness. I know and i notice.
And when people keep treating you poorly you become heartless and stop putting your trust in anything or anybody. I know for a fact that i deserve more than keep being hurt while im putting my trust in people. I am not perfect but i know my selfworth. Stop acting like i’m not the one that would be at your doorstep at 5am when you are crying yourself to sleep with red bloodshot eyes from the alcohol. Stop treating me like i am a stranger when i only want the best for you. But who am i fooling. We all know that people leave and that friendships fade away and that you can only depend on yourself at the end of the day. But how nice would it be if people stayed with you thru the good and the bad? That understands you when you make bad decisions. Because even when you marry you promise all those things, all those fantasies that you end up breaking. How could you promise somebody to love them forever when love is just an feeling? A feeling that you could lose when you wake up the next morning.
We are not perfect, but we deserve it.
We been thru too much, we experienced every emotion and every feeling.
And sometimes we are lonely. Sometimes it feels like nobody understands me and that i need to distance myself from people to understand myself a little more. Just to sit back and reflect on everything that happend the past months and how i can carry any further. I know that i am fighting myself sometimes, change is strange but we need to accept it.
We are not perfect, but we are care-taking.
Who wants to be perfect anyway?
Why would you want to live by the rules and do the same thing every day?
I surely am not perfect, but i know that i am strong. I know that i won’t settle for less.
And so should you, the one that feels like their not worth it while you really are. You are so important. You deserve everything you want and you will achieve it. Everybody faces struggles along the way but you sure as hell will reach your destination. Some will take a couple of months to reach it and some take a couple of years. Work on yourself every day and put a lot of love into yourself and see how quick you will start to appreciate yourself more.
We are not perfect, but we are worth it
It is a kind of love, is it not? How the cup holds the tea, how the chair stands sturdy and foursquare, how the floor receives the bottoms of shoes or toes. How soles of feet know where they’re supposed to be. I’ve been thinking about the patience of ordinary things, how clothes wait respectfully in closets and soap dries quietly in the dish, and towels drink the wet from the skin of the back. And the lovely repetition of stairs. And what is more generous than a window?
I say ‘I love you’
to you
too frequently,
because I know that someday
I won’t be able to,
and so before that day,
I want to be able
to say
a lifetime’s worth,
so that you’ll know
that you’re worthy
forever
I want to taste your breath,
as you whisper my name
on the tip of my tongue,
your words caressing it,
making it swell in way that tells you
that
I long for you.
I want to feel
the touch of your fingers
leaving scars down my back,
follicles of your being
meshing with me,
that’ll stay there
for days,
for weeks,
for months,
for years,
so that I’ll always carry
something of you
with me
for eternity.
I want to kiss you,
purple bruises and all,
the image of your arms around me
burned into my mind,
making my face become rosy
when you move
the slightest bit.
Run your hands
through the strands of my hair
and keep me sane
by driving me insane
with
anticipation
and
hesitation.
Love me the way
that I
want to love you,
and stay mine darling
and I’ll forever stay yours
STORY: SHE WANT A BABY
Evelyn couldn’t believe what she’d done. A few days ago she’d been avoiding this possibility like the plague, she’d told herself that it couldn’t happen. Of course that had been a few days ago, yesterday told her just how strong her will was. She didn’t even remember how she decided that she keep enough of her wits to tell him ‘no’ when she went to see him but she’d obviously tricked herself. Then she’d told herself that it would only be dinner, only a little conversation with someone who tantalized her senses and could get her mind racing on any of a hundred subjects.
Dinner had turned into a few drinks, and a few drinks had ended with Evelyn on his hotel room couch. He’d ignored her pleas to put on a condom, he’d let her talk and whine about the risks and instead of fighting with her he’d simply filled her, stretching her open as his cock molded her to his shape. That risk had been so much, something she craved and feared and it had driven her into screaming orgasm that he’d simply pushed through.
His hand in her hair, the sharp tug as he bent her back into a tight arch had made her squeeze down on him. She loved her loss of control, her surrender to him as much as she feared how easily she’d given in. Evelyn had tried to find some way to convince herself she didn’t want this, that it was a bad idea but she’d just nodded when he’d told her that she wasn’t leaving until he’d filled her with his baby, the idea turning her on so much more than just knowing the risks that she was taking. There was now a purpose to this, a defined and unavoidable intent and Evelyn almost came again as that knowledge drifted into her mind.
She remembered how her mind had fought itself, fought her body and how he’d told her that she was going to cum. When her hips had started slamming back against his she didn’t know but they had and every lovely, agonizing inch of him stretching her told her that she wasn’t escaping without a pussy full of cum. Her orgasm had been intense, her body thrashing under his as his hand tightened in her hair and his voice growled in her ear about how she was knowing herself up while she felt the throbbing of his cock and that sudden soothing heat deep inside herself.
The rest of the night was a blur of as he’d filled her again, and then one more time in the middle of the night. Every joining had ended the same way and Evelyn had never felt so full of anyone’s cum. She didn’t usually let men cum in her anyways, it wasn’t safe and she was a rational planning person even if the risks turned her on like nothing else. Only here she was, in a hotel shower with steams of cum running down her thighs while she struggled to figure out if she was scared, angry or excited, all three seeming to war in her at once.
“You really are a dirty girl, aren’t you?” Evelyn had just began to soak her hair and his voice started a squeak out of her as she naturally brought an arm up to cover her wet breasts and the other hovering over the vee of her joined thighs.
His laugh at that made her flush red and glare until he stepped forwards and into the shower with her, the mist from the spray still splashing her shoulder glistening on his chest. “It’s nothing I didn’t see last night, not to mention there’s still big white streaks of my cum running out of your little pussy aren’t there?”
“There shouldn’t be any cum in my pussy!” Her foot stamped and Evelyn felt her face flare brighter. She was acting like an angry child but she was angry, her body was full of his sperm right when she was most likely full of her own eggs. It was a bad combination for someone trying to still establish themselves in their life and Evelyn knew it. The fact that it made her dripping wet only pissed her off more. “You turned me into a little slut last night because you know what that does to me and you used it!”
His smirk at her words only made her angrier. “Of course I did, you wanted it, you NEEDED what we did, You just couldn’t get past your own worries…” He stepped closer and Evelyn felt her back bumping against tile as the warm water spilled over her shoulder and down her breasts. “I think you need to be reminded again of what your body wants even if your stubborn little mind won’t accept it.”
Her whimper said all there was to say about that and Evelyn felt her nipples tightening, growing hard as they poked out like beacons announcing her lust. The corresponding ball of heat that bloomed under her stomach had her breath speeding up and her head shaking as she watched him approach her. His cock was hard again, bouncing and pointing at that space between her legs and Evelyn knew what would be happening in a moment even if it was a bad idea.
“Y-you stop trying to get back into my panties right now…” Her words were more confident than her wavering voice as her eyes stayed on his swaying cock until he was suddenly too close for her to see it, his chest against hers and his breath on her lips. Evelyn could feel her nipples grazing his chest and his breath on her made her eyes snap to his as they bored into her. It felt like he was looking into her, his eyes taking in every thought, every worry and desire and stripping her down to her wants and needs.
Her breath hitched when his hands took hold of her again, rough palms on her hips as he let his cock slide against her wet skin and then suddenly Evelyn was spinning. She gasped as he held her from behind, his hands exploring her wet skin, skimming up her flat stomach to cover her shining breast. She didn’t want him to do this and even more of her did and Evelyn found herself moaning as his fingers found her nipple spinning and twirling across it as her back arched and her pussy clenched in anticipation of being full.
She could feel him against her, his cock against her back and his breath on her shoulder as he kissed her neck. Without thinking Evelyn felt herself press back against him, her body wanting his warmth, his touch and her mind lagging behind the decision as his fingers gave her nipples a little pinch drawing out a long hissing moan from her lips.
“You’re going to be full of me again,” His lips brushed her shoulder before she felt the soft sting of his teeth nipping her skin “Full of my cock and then full of my cum. I want you to think about that, to imagine it and to know that you’ll be helping make it happen.” His fingers swirled around her nipples again before he spread his fingers to squeeze her breasts in his palms.
“N-no, I wohhn’t” Her voice shook and she knew her moan breaking her words told him just how little resistance she had to what he was going to do to her. She could feel her hips writhing, grinding back against his cock as he teased her body.
“You’ll be milking me, your body helping me get all my cum to your womb, filling you with my baby…”
Her moan should have been audible in the next suite but she didn’t care, didn’t think about anything but what he was doing to her as she felt one of his hands slide around to press on her shoulders. Evelyn found her hands flat on the tiled walls, her back arched as she looked at him with her eyes half closed while his other hand held her hips still so he could guide himself to her.
It was only a moment but it felt like forever while they held there, his cock at her entrance and his eyes locked to hers and then she was full, suddenly and completely as he pushed into her. Evelyn couldn’t breathe for a handful of heartbeats, her body was frozen, stretched and full as he held onto her hip and pressed her forwards against the shower wall to keep her still while he filled her. She wanted to fight him, to fight this but her body had already surrendered, her wet and greedy pussy swallowing every inch of him in a single motion making it clear just what her body thought of the situation.
And then Evelyn wasn’t thinking about it, wasn’t caring about her body’s betrayal as she moaned and whined her hips jerking back to meet his thrusts as she found herself impaled on his cock again. He filled her, his actions and words melding together to fulfill the fantasies she’d suppressed for so long.
“You’re so fucking tight on my cock…You want to milk me don’t you? You want me to fill up your slutty pussy again?” His groans only made Evelyn whimper as she found her head bobbing up and down in a nod. When had she decided to say yes? She knew that she was still risky, that sometime in the past twenty four hours had begun the peak of her ovulation but still she was saying yes to him putting even more of his sperm in her?
That thought flashed through her as she felt his hand slide off her shoulders coming around to cup her swaying breasts as he fucked into her. His other hand slid around to press against her front, low on her stomach above her womb and he thrust savagely into her making Evelyn squeal at the power he was putting into filling her.
“I’m gonna put my baby here, right here…” His hand pressed tightly against where it rested above her pelvis and Evelyn could only bite down on her lip as she felt her pussy clench down on his cock in her in response. Everything he said was perfect to get her to lose control, to keep her from being rational and she felt like she was drunk on an entire bottle of wine as she thrust her hips back to meet him.
His breathing was speeding up, his thrusts becoming erratic and Evelyn felt her own focus slipping as her body tensed. The hand on her breast pinched down on her nipple and made her gasp as he froze for a moment, grinding his hips in circles as her legs trembled struggling to keep her body upright.
“Tell me what you want, tell me where you want my cum…” He growled into her ear, his breath hot before he bit down on her lobe dragging a moan from her.
“I…oh fuck, I want it in me…I want a baby!” Admitting it out loud, the first time all night set Evelyn off like a bomb. She was sure that they would get noise complaints as she screamed her way through an orgasm, her entire body thrashing and only his hands holding her up keeping her from collapsing onto the shower floor.
She could hear his grunts, his mumbled incoherent noises as his hips gave little jerks and his cock bounced inside her. The pleasure rippling through her left enough of herself to be aware that he was doing it again, his cum flooding her womb and looking for her eggs. Evelyn lost herself in that moment then, letting herself feel it all as her pleasure washed over her, tingling and shooting through her body as her pussy clenched and coiled around his cock to milk out every last drop deep into her body.
Finally he collapsed against her, his body pressing her into the cool tile, holding her up from sliding to the floor as his cock gave its last few jumps inside her. His breath puffed out into her ear again, arrogant teasing clear in his tone, “Your wish is my command…”
With a resigned moan Evelyn let herself accept her fate, her future in the hands of luck and the man who had taken away her will to take heed of caution and common sense in favor of her fantasies of lust and family.
Dinner had turned into a few drinks, and a few drinks had ended with Evelyn on his hotel room couch. He’d ignored her pleas to put on a condom, he’d let her talk and whine about the risks and instead of fighting with her he’d simply filled her, stretching her open as his cock molded her to his shape. That risk had been so much, something she craved and feared and it had driven her into screaming orgasm that he’d simply pushed through.
His hand in her hair, the sharp tug as he bent her back into a tight arch had made her squeeze down on him. She loved her loss of control, her surrender to him as much as she feared how easily she’d given in. Evelyn had tried to find some way to convince herself she didn’t want this, that it was a bad idea but she’d just nodded when he’d told her that she wasn’t leaving until he’d filled her with his baby, the idea turning her on so much more than just knowing the risks that she was taking. There was now a purpose to this, a defined and unavoidable intent and Evelyn almost came again as that knowledge drifted into her mind.
She remembered how her mind had fought itself, fought her body and how he’d told her that she was going to cum. When her hips had started slamming back against his she didn’t know but they had and every lovely, agonizing inch of him stretching her told her that she wasn’t escaping without a pussy full of cum. Her orgasm had been intense, her body thrashing under his as his hand tightened in her hair and his voice growled in her ear about how she was knowing herself up while she felt the throbbing of his cock and that sudden soothing heat deep inside herself.
The rest of the night was a blur of as he’d filled her again, and then one more time in the middle of the night. Every joining had ended the same way and Evelyn had never felt so full of anyone’s cum. She didn’t usually let men cum in her anyways, it wasn’t safe and she was a rational planning person even if the risks turned her on like nothing else. Only here she was, in a hotel shower with steams of cum running down her thighs while she struggled to figure out if she was scared, angry or excited, all three seeming to war in her at once.
“You really are a dirty girl, aren’t you?” Evelyn had just began to soak her hair and his voice started a squeak out of her as she naturally brought an arm up to cover her wet breasts and the other hovering over the vee of her joined thighs.
His laugh at that made her flush red and glare until he stepped forwards and into the shower with her, the mist from the spray still splashing her shoulder glistening on his chest. “It’s nothing I didn’t see last night, not to mention there’s still big white streaks of my cum running out of your little pussy aren’t there?”
“There shouldn’t be any cum in my pussy!” Her foot stamped and Evelyn felt her face flare brighter. She was acting like an angry child but she was angry, her body was full of his sperm right when she was most likely full of her own eggs. It was a bad combination for someone trying to still establish themselves in their life and Evelyn knew it. The fact that it made her dripping wet only pissed her off more. “You turned me into a little slut last night because you know what that does to me and you used it!”
His smirk at her words only made her angrier. “Of course I did, you wanted it, you NEEDED what we did, You just couldn’t get past your own worries…” He stepped closer and Evelyn felt her back bumping against tile as the warm water spilled over her shoulder and down her breasts. “I think you need to be reminded again of what your body wants even if your stubborn little mind won’t accept it.”
Her whimper said all there was to say about that and Evelyn felt her nipples tightening, growing hard as they poked out like beacons announcing her lust. The corresponding ball of heat that bloomed under her stomach had her breath speeding up and her head shaking as she watched him approach her. His cock was hard again, bouncing and pointing at that space between her legs and Evelyn knew what would be happening in a moment even if it was a bad idea.
“Y-you stop trying to get back into my panties right now…” Her words were more confident than her wavering voice as her eyes stayed on his swaying cock until he was suddenly too close for her to see it, his chest against hers and his breath on her lips. Evelyn could feel her nipples grazing his chest and his breath on her made her eyes snap to his as they bored into her. It felt like he was looking into her, his eyes taking in every thought, every worry and desire and stripping her down to her wants and needs.
Her breath hitched when his hands took hold of her again, rough palms on her hips as he let his cock slide against her wet skin and then suddenly Evelyn was spinning. She gasped as he held her from behind, his hands exploring her wet skin, skimming up her flat stomach to cover her shining breast. She didn’t want him to do this and even more of her did and Evelyn found herself moaning as his fingers found her nipple spinning and twirling across it as her back arched and her pussy clenched in anticipation of being full.
She could feel him against her, his cock against her back and his breath on her shoulder as he kissed her neck. Without thinking Evelyn felt herself press back against him, her body wanting his warmth, his touch and her mind lagging behind the decision as his fingers gave her nipples a little pinch drawing out a long hissing moan from her lips.
“You’re going to be full of me again,” His lips brushed her shoulder before she felt the soft sting of his teeth nipping her skin “Full of my cock and then full of my cum. I want you to think about that, to imagine it and to know that you’ll be helping make it happen.” His fingers swirled around her nipples again before he spread his fingers to squeeze her breasts in his palms.
“N-no, I wohhn’t” Her voice shook and she knew her moan breaking her words told him just how little resistance she had to what he was going to do to her. She could feel her hips writhing, grinding back against his cock as he teased her body.
“You’ll be milking me, your body helping me get all my cum to your womb, filling you with my baby…”
Her moan should have been audible in the next suite but she didn’t care, didn’t think about anything but what he was doing to her as she felt one of his hands slide around to press on her shoulders. Evelyn found her hands flat on the tiled walls, her back arched as she looked at him with her eyes half closed while his other hand held her hips still so he could guide himself to her.
It was only a moment but it felt like forever while they held there, his cock at her entrance and his eyes locked to hers and then she was full, suddenly and completely as he pushed into her. Evelyn couldn’t breathe for a handful of heartbeats, her body was frozen, stretched and full as he held onto her hip and pressed her forwards against the shower wall to keep her still while he filled her. She wanted to fight him, to fight this but her body had already surrendered, her wet and greedy pussy swallowing every inch of him in a single motion making it clear just what her body thought of the situation.
And then Evelyn wasn’t thinking about it, wasn’t caring about her body’s betrayal as she moaned and whined her hips jerking back to meet his thrusts as she found herself impaled on his cock again. He filled her, his actions and words melding together to fulfill the fantasies she’d suppressed for so long.
“You’re so fucking tight on my cock…You want to milk me don’t you? You want me to fill up your slutty pussy again?” His groans only made Evelyn whimper as she found her head bobbing up and down in a nod. When had she decided to say yes? She knew that she was still risky, that sometime in the past twenty four hours had begun the peak of her ovulation but still she was saying yes to him putting even more of his sperm in her?
That thought flashed through her as she felt his hand slide off her shoulders coming around to cup her swaying breasts as he fucked into her. His other hand slid around to press against her front, low on her stomach above her womb and he thrust savagely into her making Evelyn squeal at the power he was putting into filling her.
“I’m gonna put my baby here, right here…” His hand pressed tightly against where it rested above her pelvis and Evelyn could only bite down on her lip as she felt her pussy clench down on his cock in her in response. Everything he said was perfect to get her to lose control, to keep her from being rational and she felt like she was drunk on an entire bottle of wine as she thrust her hips back to meet him.
His breathing was speeding up, his thrusts becoming erratic and Evelyn felt her own focus slipping as her body tensed. The hand on her breast pinched down on her nipple and made her gasp as he froze for a moment, grinding his hips in circles as her legs trembled struggling to keep her body upright.
“Tell me what you want, tell me where you want my cum…” He growled into her ear, his breath hot before he bit down on her lobe dragging a moan from her.
“I…oh fuck, I want it in me…I want a baby!” Admitting it out loud, the first time all night set Evelyn off like a bomb. She was sure that they would get noise complaints as she screamed her way through an orgasm, her entire body thrashing and only his hands holding her up keeping her from collapsing onto the shower floor.
She could hear his grunts, his mumbled incoherent noises as his hips gave little jerks and his cock bounced inside her. The pleasure rippling through her left enough of herself to be aware that he was doing it again, his cum flooding her womb and looking for her eggs. Evelyn lost herself in that moment then, letting herself feel it all as her pleasure washed over her, tingling and shooting through her body as her pussy clenched and coiled around his cock to milk out every last drop deep into her body.
Finally he collapsed against her, his body pressing her into the cool tile, holding her up from sliding to the floor as his cock gave its last few jumps inside her. His breath puffed out into her ear again, arrogant teasing clear in his tone, “Your wish is my command…”
With a resigned moan Evelyn let herself accept her fate, her future in the hands of luck and the man who had taken away her will to take heed of caution and common sense in favor of her fantasies of lust and family.
PERSONAL: NEVER IGNORE A PERSON WHO LOVES YOU
Never ignore a person who loves you, cares for you, and misses you. Because one day, you might wake up from your sleep and realize that you lost the moon while counting the stars
In the real world, happy endings are a rarity. For the most part, endings are indifferent, and occasionally they come so suddenly and unexpectedly they can scarcely be considered endings at all. Some of the things you love most will disappear without a trace and you’ll never really know where they went off to. You won’t always have the answers. You won’t always find closure or receive compensation for the hurt. Sometimes, you’ve just got to take a breath, make peace with yourself, and do your best to move forward
Make sure she feels your love. Adorn what you adore the most. Cherish her with endearment of protection, with a fulfilling steady satisfaction. Let her breathe, dwell, dream in your all-embracing presence, and prove with everything you do, everything you say, she matters most, is all you want, and care about. Imprint your need into her heart, and imprison her soul with circumferential passion, so she cannot walk and talk without thinking about your kisses, the kisses she felt, those are about to come, your hands, your manly possession, obsession with her scent and feminine perfection. Render her helpless and sentence her to joy, so she can’t help but smile on through the day to dive into the night with her hungry and proud man at her side.
I will be capable of loving, regardless of whether I am loved in return, Of giving, when I have nothing, Of working happily, even in the midst of difficulties, Of holding out my hand, even when utterly alone and abandoned, Of drying my tears, even while I weep, Of believing, even when no one believes in me
I’ll do anything for you
really I will, watch
as I pull all this skin back
so far from the bone
to make a warm place
for you to crawl into, to bury
yourself in and call home
even if it leaves me cold and open
and shivering in such, such
a vulnerable way- oh, it aches
that way that my body would
break itself to do what you ask.
the way it loves the bruises,
the blood, the slick sound
of tendon and bone tearing away
to give you all this strength.
I’ll do anything for you,
anything, any one thing
that you ask even if it is
so unimaginably painful
Sometimes people put up walls, not only to keep people out, but also to see who cares enough to tear them down
I’ve been in love before, it’s like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day you want more. You’re not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things.You think about the person you love for two minutes then forget them for three hours. But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he’s not there, you feel like an addict who can’t get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you’re willing to do anything for love
When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it–always
In the real world, happy endings are a rarity. For the most part, endings are indifferent, and occasionally they come so suddenly and unexpectedly they can scarcely be considered endings at all. Some of the things you love most will disappear without a trace and you’ll never really know where they went off to. You won’t always have the answers. You won’t always find closure or receive compensation for the hurt. Sometimes, you’ve just got to take a breath, make peace with yourself, and do your best to move forward
Make sure she feels your love. Adorn what you adore the most. Cherish her with endearment of protection, with a fulfilling steady satisfaction. Let her breathe, dwell, dream in your all-embracing presence, and prove with everything you do, everything you say, she matters most, is all you want, and care about. Imprint your need into her heart, and imprison her soul with circumferential passion, so she cannot walk and talk without thinking about your kisses, the kisses she felt, those are about to come, your hands, your manly possession, obsession with her scent and feminine perfection. Render her helpless and sentence her to joy, so she can’t help but smile on through the day to dive into the night with her hungry and proud man at her side.
I will be capable of loving, regardless of whether I am loved in return, Of giving, when I have nothing, Of working happily, even in the midst of difficulties, Of holding out my hand, even when utterly alone and abandoned, Of drying my tears, even while I weep, Of believing, even when no one believes in me
I’ll do anything for you
really I will, watch
as I pull all this skin back
so far from the bone
to make a warm place
for you to crawl into, to bury
yourself in and call home
even if it leaves me cold and open
and shivering in such, such
a vulnerable way- oh, it aches
that way that my body would
break itself to do what you ask.
the way it loves the bruises,
the blood, the slick sound
of tendon and bone tearing away
to give you all this strength.
I’ll do anything for you,
anything, any one thing
that you ask even if it is
so unimaginably painful
Sometimes people put up walls, not only to keep people out, but also to see who cares enough to tear them down
I’ve been in love before, it’s like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day you want more. You’re not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things.You think about the person you love for two minutes then forget them for three hours. But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he’s not there, you feel like an addict who can’t get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you’re willing to do anything for love
When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it–always
THOUGHTS: SHE LOVE HIS DICK
She loved to linger. Here. At the tip of his cock. She couldn’t get enough. She loved the ridge and how her lips stretched as they slid over him. To bathe him with her tongue was her favorite. She would stroke, swirl, twirl, and flick to her heart’s content. Eventually though, kitten licks become lascivious, mewls become moans, and what was once curious becomes commanding. Lust takes over.
Wednesday, January 10, 2018
STORY: OPENING MY VULNERABLE WOMB TO HIS POTENT ALPHA SEED
Getting fucked hard and deep for as long as he can go… no mercy….. just put on my hands and knees with my thighs just far enough apart that I can’t control the depth of his thrusts….. my head down so my hips tilt my pussy back and open it more…..keeping me as open and vulnerable to his assault as possible and then just taken until he is done and I am full of hot thick cum….. my thighs quivering and me panting while he rubs my clit making me orgasm over and over so all that cum is sucked deep in my womb…. 😉 Him chuckling softly as I beg for his cock inside me again….lying spent and boneless next to him as he pulls on and nibbles my swollen needy nipples…. my engorged clit throbbing and begging for his lips and tongue….. Him looking into my eyes as I moan and tremble…. him caressing my cheek as he tells me to beg for what I want….let him know how much I need it…. Licking my swollen and raw lips I tell him I need his cock inside me, I need him to fill my tight, wet, pink pussy….. I need him to stretch me with his thickness and bruise my cervix with the depth and force of his thrusts….. I need him to possess me, own me, mark me, claim me for his own…. I need to feel the hot flood of his cum as he forces his cock deeper than it has ever been…. I need him making me moan and gasp and beg for him to pull back…. him knowing I want exactly what he is giving me…..feeling his already swollen veiny cock swell further as he approaches his peak…. I need him telling me that he won’t stop until I’ve drained his balls dry and he’s not pulling back as he thrusts harder and grinds the thick head of his meaty cock into my cervix…. I need him holding tight to my wide jiggly ass …. leaving bruises of his fingers as he slams hard and deep inside, pushing his cock against my cervix with firm solid pressure, knowing that his cum is going exactly where we both want it… I need him to make me use my vibe on my clit as it presents itself for stimulation so that as he is stretching and applying force to my sore abused cervix, my pussy is milking him with orgasm after orgasm; opening my vulnerable womb to his potent Alpha seed…. I need his breeding
PERSONAL: I AM TIRED OF ASS WEAK RELATIONSHIP
I am tired of half ass weak relationships. I’m not looking to get into a “non-relationship” relationship. I want a real, genuine, raw, love. I want consistency and commitment not someone who’s gonna keep up a routine for about a month and afterwards let it die down, I want to be able go about my day carefree and not have to worry if you’re entertaining someone in a way you know damn well you’d get upset if I did the same. I want consideration. I want you to think about me throughout the day, respect me and keep in mind how your actions might affect me, and us as a whole. If you’re busy all day that’s fine, but just try and let me know so i’m not sitting up having my mind travel to unconventional places. I want growth. The point of a relationship is to learn, expand and grow from it so you can create a true bond with each other. I want to be able to build something great that’s not all just for show. I want communication and maturity. I want us to feel comfortable talking to eachother so that if there is an issue or problem there won’t be any hesitance to open up with eachother. I want us to be able to confide in each other and say things that we’ve never admitted out loud. I want to have a strong level of trust and honesty. I don’t want to have to doubt your intentions or your motives, I want to be able to tell and show you things that others don’t have access to without regret. I want to be comfortable to my core with you. I want us to work our asses off, get this money and go on vacation together. I want laughter, effort, and unforgettable times, phenomenal sex and even better conversation. I want to be claimed and shown off, not by social media but from you. I want to be appreciated and celebrated. I want thoughtfulness and passion. I want the love between us to beam and radiate so strong that it’s undeniable. I want this to be mutual. I want love. not lust, not a situationship, not “idk what we are but your mines”. I want love. So if you cannot and are not willing to put in the work to create that with me, then leave me the fuck alone.
If I’m the only one putting effort in; leave. If you’re adding nothing of positive value to my life; leave. If you’re not kind, compassionate and humble; leave. If you make me question my worth; leave. If you have some illusionary competition with me; leave. If you try to drag me into your misery; leave. If you take your bad day out on me; leave. If you compare me to anyone else; leave. If you try to make me jealous as an attempt at hurting me; leave. If you cannot show me the same amount of attention and affection in return; leave. If you do not love me; leave. Honestly, please just leave my life
POETRY:WHEN I LOOK AT YOU
And I’ve written you so many letters
Over the years
Inked words on parchment
Each one an attempt to express
In writing
In words
How much you mean to me
Words in ink on paper
Each letter folded so neatly
Finger pressing down on the crease
The things I’ve put in those letters
So many times thanking you
Many more time apologising
Others planning, wishing, dreaming
So many years
So many letters
Yet I posted not one
Not a single letter dropped through your door
And in fact I didn’t actually write any
Not in physical form anyway
No black ink on white paper for you to hold
But I did write all those letters
I wrote them all in my head
And that’s where they have stayed
Each and everyone
So that over the coming years
We can sit and read
Our letters
Together
PART 2
Take me by the hand and lead me through the avenues of your mind
The places where your thoughts run wild
Take me by the hand and lead me through the alleyways of your fears
The places where all your hopes disappear
Take me by the hand lead me through the streets of your desire
The places where your wants became raging fires
Take me by the hand and lead me through yours
Then I’ll take your hand and lead you through mine
When we both emerge, hands still entwined
We will then walk hand in hand until the end of time
PART 3
some people
escape to sleep
to close their minds
on what
their reality reaps
others prefer
to stay awake
perhaps for
their sanity’s sake
trying to avoid
the dawning
of the next morning
as they know that
in life’s game
their next day
will probably be
just the same
PART 4
When I look at you,
I see treasures: bronze and
rare silverings buried in the
Atlantic, tinted classically
by the ocean in your eyes.
I’ve been drowning deeply
underneath for more than
uno decada, as the axis of
our terra firma reached my
promised time.
your voice moves like a river,
rippled by leaves and stones,
glistened by the sun’s tuscan
lights. you sing so magically,
opening the holy paradise.
exactly like your mother, my
genes was set aside.
honey, you will be her living
photograph. I prayed many
times, for her warmth while
day by day pieces of me die
inside. how blessed my soul
was when I saw her my heart
glowed, in perfect shine. But
how cruel the universe is for
not letting you see her this
time
Over the years
Inked words on parchment
Each one an attempt to express
In writing
In words
How much you mean to me
Words in ink on paper
Each letter folded so neatly
Finger pressing down on the crease
The things I’ve put in those letters
So many times thanking you
Many more time apologising
Others planning, wishing, dreaming
So many years
So many letters
Yet I posted not one
Not a single letter dropped through your door
And in fact I didn’t actually write any
Not in physical form anyway
No black ink on white paper for you to hold
But I did write all those letters
I wrote them all in my head
And that’s where they have stayed
Each and everyone
So that over the coming years
We can sit and read
Our letters
Together
PART 2
Take me by the hand and lead me through the avenues of your mind
The places where your thoughts run wild
Take me by the hand and lead me through the alleyways of your fears
The places where all your hopes disappear
Take me by the hand lead me through the streets of your desire
The places where your wants became raging fires
Take me by the hand and lead me through yours
Then I’ll take your hand and lead you through mine
When we both emerge, hands still entwined
We will then walk hand in hand until the end of time
PART 3
some people
escape to sleep
to close their minds
on what
their reality reaps
others prefer
to stay awake
perhaps for
their sanity’s sake
trying to avoid
the dawning
of the next morning
as they know that
in life’s game
their next day
will probably be
just the same
PART 4
When I look at you,
I see treasures: bronze and
rare silverings buried in the
Atlantic, tinted classically
by the ocean in your eyes.
I’ve been drowning deeply
underneath for more than
uno decada, as the axis of
our terra firma reached my
promised time.
your voice moves like a river,
rippled by leaves and stones,
glistened by the sun’s tuscan
lights. you sing so magically,
opening the holy paradise.
exactly like your mother, my
genes was set aside.
honey, you will be her living
photograph. I prayed many
times, for her warmth while
day by day pieces of me die
inside. how blessed my soul
was when I saw her my heart
glowed, in perfect shine. But
how cruel the universe is for
not letting you see her this
time
Thursday, January 4, 2018
STORY: THE RIDE HOME
One thing about my wife that I love; when she gets a few drinks in her, she’s an animal. She gets very horny and at times flirtatious. She is almost always very conservative and modest until she has some liquor in her. We were having a great time over our meal and I could see by the warm glow on my wife’s face that she was getting nice and juiced up.
During the meal my wife had been glancing over toward the bar a few times. She whispered to me finally that some guy was checking her out. I casually peeked over to the bar and saw her admirer standing there brazenly staring right at her. He was easily six foot four and from the size of his arms he was obviously in tremendous physical shape. I looked back at my wife and asked her what she thought of him.
Well she did not take half a second to answer. “Wow!” was about all she could muster and she giggled into her drink. I found myself not all jealous but instead I was getting aroused. The rest of the meal I teased my wife about what a shame it was that she was married. We laughed and finished up our dinner. After I paid the bill I told my wife that we should have a nightcap at the bar before we headed for our room. I told her to go grab a seat at the bar and that after I paid the waiter I would meet up with her after going to the washroom.
She clumsily got up and made her way over to the bar. She was plainly on her way to being completely drunk and I was loving every minute of it. I watched her take a seat at the bar right next to the handsome stranger and he wasted no time in ordering her a drink and sitting right next to her. It was a while before the check came and during that time I sat back and enjoyed the show. This guy obviously knew she was married, as the ring on her finger was plain to see. He also knew that she was not alone, as he had been watching her all night. My wife was plainly enjoying the attention and she had turned on her stool to face him completely.
After I paid the bill I wandered over to the washroom. I passed my wife at the bar but did not say a word. She was laughing at some thing he had said and her drink was practically gone already. In the washroom I wondered at what was happening here. Sure I was turned on by the situation, it was something I had fantasized about for years. But here it was right in front of me, what should I do? I walked out and made my way to the bar. I found my wife and she introduced me to her new friend.
“Honey, this is Mark, he’s in town on business .” “Mister, you sure are one lucky man to be able to come home to her every night.” Said Mark as he shook my hand. “I know Mark, she is a wonderful catch.” I replied. Mark was plainly smashed and my wife was also beginning to slur her words a little.
“Honey we should go before you get anymore drunk.” “It was nice to meet you Mark but we’re heading back to our home now.”
Mark was plainly disappointed in this announcement but he quickly asked if there was anyway I could drive him back to his motel across town. He was in no condition to drive and it was more than twenty miles back to his room. My wife looked at me with sad puppy dog eyes and I agreed.
We headed for the parking lot and it was at that point that I knew my wife was tanked.
Instead of getting in the front seat with me, she climbed into the back of our minivan with Mark. They were laughing about nothing in particular and I did not say a word. I headed out of the lot and made my way towards Mark’s motel in the darkness. The conversation died down quickly once we were on the road and I could hear faintly the sounds of movement in the back. Plainly Mark was making moves on my wife or vice versa. I could not tell, but the sound of hands rubbing against clothing became apparent. I found that my heart was pounding and my cock was straining against my pants. Then the kissing began, and instantly the two of them gave into their mutual lust and attacked each other. The sounds of their kissing became louder and my wife was moaning softly. I could not take it anymore and adjusted my mirror to see my beautiful wife already topless and wrapped in an embrace with this handsome stranger. She was drunk and she had lost all her inhibitions. They kissed deeply and finally my wife ripped Mark’s shirt open. She growled low and rubbed her hands all over his broad chest. Then her head sank out of view. I heard a belt being unfastened, then a zipper being taken down.
Mark had his hands in my wife’s hair and the look on his face was of pure conquest.
I heard my wife’s voice suddenly in the dark. “Oh god.” Then the sound of her taking his cock into her mouth. I watched her head bob up and down repeatedly in the mirror and Mark whispered softly to her as she worked his tool into her mouth. “Yes baby, that’s real good.” “Mmm you like that don’t you?” My wife pulled his cock out of her mouth momentarily to say, “You have no idea.”
Hearing the desire in my wife’s voice was pushing me over the edge. She was in a rapturous state and I must admit I was almost as aroused as her. The sounds from the back changed then as my wife appeared to be sucking on Mark’s balls. The sounds of her hand stroking his shaft were also hypnotic to me and Mark was moaning with pleasure.
“Let me get those pants off you” he said finally and in the mirror I watched as my sweet little wife became a naked fuck toy for Mark. He got her on all fours and proceeded to mount her from behind. Seeing her getting fucked like that with her tits swaying below was too much. I almost drove off the road at this point. My wife screamed as he pushed what appeared to be about nine inches of meat into her tiny pussy. I could hear his balls slapping against my wife’s bare ass with each thrust.
I was having a hard time focusing on the road and did not even notice the car next to us honking. A car with two couples in it was enjoying the show as Mark was fucking my wife with a purpose. She was begging him to fuck harder and he happily fulfilled her request as he slapped her ass in between thrusts.
Now my wife usually has a hard time reaching orgasm with me. She never complains but deep down I’ve always regretted not satisfying her. Well she was orgasming now and that was no mistake. She howled and grabbed the cushion of the seat as Mark pounded her pussy without mercy. “Oh Mark, you are so fucking good” she moaned. “I’ve dreamed for so long about getting fucked like this”. It hurts baby, oh god its too big!” Mark loomed over her and continued pounding his tool into my wife’s pussy. She was going limp from the liquor and the fucking and she looked amazing. His hands reached under her and he pulled hard on her swaying tits. My wife pushed her ass into his cock and I watched her nipples swell between his fingers as he pulled hard on them.
He stopped briefly to kiss her deeply as she arched back to taste his mouth. Mark then pulled his shaft out and commanded her to suck him clean. “Yes sir.” My wife eagerly said and took his cock in her hands again as she worked every inch of it into her mouth.
He would take it out and slap it against her face every few seconds and the sound of that meat hitting my wife’s face was powerful.
I had no longer any clue as to where I was driving and simply tried to stay in control of the car during this spectacle. The car next to me had vanished and I tried to get some sense of where I was. I snapped out of my fog momentarily to get my bearing as the sounds of my wife getting fucked came back. I looked back into the mirror and saw that she had gotten onto his lap with her arms wrapped around his neck. I could see his thick cock sliding into my wife’s dripping pussy with each thrust. She was panting uncontrollably and I watched in amazement as another orgasm shuddered through her body.
Mark was still going strong but it was obvious he was close to cumming as well. He grabbed my wife’s ass in both hands and drove her hard onto his throbbing cock. She kept screaming for more and he happily continued using my wife’s pussy. I could see his heavy cock on each thrust and finally he grunted hard and I could see that he was pumping his cum deep into my wife’s pussy. She came again while he filled her pussy until she slowly climbed off him to taste her juices on his throbbing cock. She greedily drained every drop of his cum from him and he leaned back slowly in absolute pleasure.
I was in a state of shock from what had just happened and as Mark’s motel came into view I was not sure if I was relieved or disappointed the ride was over.
During the meal my wife had been glancing over toward the bar a few times. She whispered to me finally that some guy was checking her out. I casually peeked over to the bar and saw her admirer standing there brazenly staring right at her. He was easily six foot four and from the size of his arms he was obviously in tremendous physical shape. I looked back at my wife and asked her what she thought of him.
Well she did not take half a second to answer. “Wow!” was about all she could muster and she giggled into her drink. I found myself not all jealous but instead I was getting aroused. The rest of the meal I teased my wife about what a shame it was that she was married. We laughed and finished up our dinner. After I paid the bill I told my wife that we should have a nightcap at the bar before we headed for our room. I told her to go grab a seat at the bar and that after I paid the waiter I would meet up with her after going to the washroom.
She clumsily got up and made her way over to the bar. She was plainly on her way to being completely drunk and I was loving every minute of it. I watched her take a seat at the bar right next to the handsome stranger and he wasted no time in ordering her a drink and sitting right next to her. It was a while before the check came and during that time I sat back and enjoyed the show. This guy obviously knew she was married, as the ring on her finger was plain to see. He also knew that she was not alone, as he had been watching her all night. My wife was plainly enjoying the attention and she had turned on her stool to face him completely.
After I paid the bill I wandered over to the washroom. I passed my wife at the bar but did not say a word. She was laughing at some thing he had said and her drink was practically gone already. In the washroom I wondered at what was happening here. Sure I was turned on by the situation, it was something I had fantasized about for years. But here it was right in front of me, what should I do? I walked out and made my way to the bar. I found my wife and she introduced me to her new friend.
“Honey, this is Mark, he’s in town on business .” “Mister, you sure are one lucky man to be able to come home to her every night.” Said Mark as he shook my hand. “I know Mark, she is a wonderful catch.” I replied. Mark was plainly smashed and my wife was also beginning to slur her words a little.
“Honey we should go before you get anymore drunk.” “It was nice to meet you Mark but we’re heading back to our home now.”
Mark was plainly disappointed in this announcement but he quickly asked if there was anyway I could drive him back to his motel across town. He was in no condition to drive and it was more than twenty miles back to his room. My wife looked at me with sad puppy dog eyes and I agreed.
We headed for the parking lot and it was at that point that I knew my wife was tanked.
Instead of getting in the front seat with me, she climbed into the back of our minivan with Mark. They were laughing about nothing in particular and I did not say a word. I headed out of the lot and made my way towards Mark’s motel in the darkness. The conversation died down quickly once we were on the road and I could hear faintly the sounds of movement in the back. Plainly Mark was making moves on my wife or vice versa. I could not tell, but the sound of hands rubbing against clothing became apparent. I found that my heart was pounding and my cock was straining against my pants. Then the kissing began, and instantly the two of them gave into their mutual lust and attacked each other. The sounds of their kissing became louder and my wife was moaning softly. I could not take it anymore and adjusted my mirror to see my beautiful wife already topless and wrapped in an embrace with this handsome stranger. She was drunk and she had lost all her inhibitions. They kissed deeply and finally my wife ripped Mark’s shirt open. She growled low and rubbed her hands all over his broad chest. Then her head sank out of view. I heard a belt being unfastened, then a zipper being taken down.
Mark had his hands in my wife’s hair and the look on his face was of pure conquest.
I heard my wife’s voice suddenly in the dark. “Oh god.” Then the sound of her taking his cock into her mouth. I watched her head bob up and down repeatedly in the mirror and Mark whispered softly to her as she worked his tool into her mouth. “Yes baby, that’s real good.” “Mmm you like that don’t you?” My wife pulled his cock out of her mouth momentarily to say, “You have no idea.”
Hearing the desire in my wife’s voice was pushing me over the edge. She was in a rapturous state and I must admit I was almost as aroused as her. The sounds from the back changed then as my wife appeared to be sucking on Mark’s balls. The sounds of her hand stroking his shaft were also hypnotic to me and Mark was moaning with pleasure.
“Let me get those pants off you” he said finally and in the mirror I watched as my sweet little wife became a naked fuck toy for Mark. He got her on all fours and proceeded to mount her from behind. Seeing her getting fucked like that with her tits swaying below was too much. I almost drove off the road at this point. My wife screamed as he pushed what appeared to be about nine inches of meat into her tiny pussy. I could hear his balls slapping against my wife’s bare ass with each thrust.
I was having a hard time focusing on the road and did not even notice the car next to us honking. A car with two couples in it was enjoying the show as Mark was fucking my wife with a purpose. She was begging him to fuck harder and he happily fulfilled her request as he slapped her ass in between thrusts.
Now my wife usually has a hard time reaching orgasm with me. She never complains but deep down I’ve always regretted not satisfying her. Well she was orgasming now and that was no mistake. She howled and grabbed the cushion of the seat as Mark pounded her pussy without mercy. “Oh Mark, you are so fucking good” she moaned. “I’ve dreamed for so long about getting fucked like this”. It hurts baby, oh god its too big!” Mark loomed over her and continued pounding his tool into my wife’s pussy. She was going limp from the liquor and the fucking and she looked amazing. His hands reached under her and he pulled hard on her swaying tits. My wife pushed her ass into his cock and I watched her nipples swell between his fingers as he pulled hard on them.
He stopped briefly to kiss her deeply as she arched back to taste his mouth. Mark then pulled his shaft out and commanded her to suck him clean. “Yes sir.” My wife eagerly said and took his cock in her hands again as she worked every inch of it into her mouth.
He would take it out and slap it against her face every few seconds and the sound of that meat hitting my wife’s face was powerful.
I had no longer any clue as to where I was driving and simply tried to stay in control of the car during this spectacle. The car next to me had vanished and I tried to get some sense of where I was. I snapped out of my fog momentarily to get my bearing as the sounds of my wife getting fucked came back. I looked back into the mirror and saw that she had gotten onto his lap with her arms wrapped around his neck. I could see his thick cock sliding into my wife’s dripping pussy with each thrust. She was panting uncontrollably and I watched in amazement as another orgasm shuddered through her body.
Mark was still going strong but it was obvious he was close to cumming as well. He grabbed my wife’s ass in both hands and drove her hard onto his throbbing cock. She kept screaming for more and he happily continued using my wife’s pussy. I could see his heavy cock on each thrust and finally he grunted hard and I could see that he was pumping his cum deep into my wife’s pussy. She came again while he filled her pussy until she slowly climbed off him to taste her juices on his throbbing cock. She greedily drained every drop of his cum from him and he leaned back slowly in absolute pleasure.
I was in a state of shock from what had just happened and as Mark’s motel came into view I was not sure if I was relieved or disappointed the ride was over.
PERSONAL: THERE ARE TIMES WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE .......
Dear friend,
A bond is formed, through tears and words. Though ethereal and unseen, the line that connects us unbreakable.
Two beings separate from each other in soul and geography, meet through pathways made of dried digital ink.
Both spilling their souls on a virtual world hidden away from their reality. A shelter made for themselves only but suddenly decide to open their doors to each other.
One facing the pain of life seeks help and someone to hear it’s cry. The other a parent who guides and protects the cub from the pain but never hides away for the cub to forget.
We share our days, our dreams and our desires. We tell of laughter, mistakes and memories.
Each inspires the other, to grow and to write. Each allows the other to be themselves without judgement or fear. Their behaviour alters between best friends, wise cousins or parent and child.
More magic is still to come from this unorthodox bond. Many words are yet to be written and many tears have yet to be shed. But the gates to my voice are always open and awaiting the inspiration from the muse.
There are times in life, when you feel like you’re as close to magic as possible.
These moments emerge out of nowhere,
Only to engulf you thoroughly.
A window shattering wind blows,
Over a dull grey sky,
But it’s that petrichor that makes your heart fly.
Amidst chaos and cheer,
Unable to distinguish confusion from fear,
You find that sliver of glitter,
To light up your day.
Between words and actions,
You’re stuck, for you have to make a choice,
But each choice opens an endless door of opportunities,
Exactly halving the possibilities.
Warmth by words and hugs,
Cannot be matched,
For these carve out a special corner for themselves.
With every note, beat and crescendo,
The music seeps deeper into our veins,
Breaking free from the chains,
Of stress and anxiety,
To give birth to a smile at the end.
With independence at the midnight hour,
When we took up the reins of power,
It wasn’t just liberation,
It was then that a magical bird of independence had flown.
With every up and down,
High and low,
We realise that life isn’t perfect,
But to cherish a brush with magic, we sure do know.
A bond is formed, through tears and words. Though ethereal and unseen, the line that connects us unbreakable.
Two beings separate from each other in soul and geography, meet through pathways made of dried digital ink.
Both spilling their souls on a virtual world hidden away from their reality. A shelter made for themselves only but suddenly decide to open their doors to each other.
One facing the pain of life seeks help and someone to hear it’s cry. The other a parent who guides and protects the cub from the pain but never hides away for the cub to forget.
We share our days, our dreams and our desires. We tell of laughter, mistakes and memories.
Each inspires the other, to grow and to write. Each allows the other to be themselves without judgement or fear. Their behaviour alters between best friends, wise cousins or parent and child.
More magic is still to come from this unorthodox bond. Many words are yet to be written and many tears have yet to be shed. But the gates to my voice are always open and awaiting the inspiration from the muse.
There are times in life, when you feel like you’re as close to magic as possible.
These moments emerge out of nowhere,
Only to engulf you thoroughly.
A window shattering wind blows,
Over a dull grey sky,
But it’s that petrichor that makes your heart fly.
Amidst chaos and cheer,
Unable to distinguish confusion from fear,
You find that sliver of glitter,
To light up your day.
Between words and actions,
You’re stuck, for you have to make a choice,
But each choice opens an endless door of opportunities,
Exactly halving the possibilities.
Warmth by words and hugs,
Cannot be matched,
For these carve out a special corner for themselves.
With every note, beat and crescendo,
The music seeps deeper into our veins,
Breaking free from the chains,
Of stress and anxiety,
To give birth to a smile at the end.
With independence at the midnight hour,
When we took up the reins of power,
It wasn’t just liberation,
It was then that a magical bird of independence had flown.
With every up and down,
High and low,
We realise that life isn’t perfect,
But to cherish a brush with magic, we sure do know.
PERSONAL: TO REMEMBER THE PAST
It is time to think back, to remember the past, to take into account what has happened, what took place. It is good to see, progress has been achieved, wrong aims has been deleted, false voices silenced, pain is reduced, erroneous thoughts clarified.
Time heals.
Time comes.
Time goes but meaning stays.
Meaning in emotions. Meaning in memories, and pulsating hopes to go further, deeper, stronger from now on. For you have tasted life, you have felt happiness, but you barely touched joy, only brushed fulfillment, only tasted the first taste of life and paradise.
There is an ocean of novelty, a sky to explore, mountains to climb, and lips to adore. There is hope in the clouds, and there are dreams in the stars, desire in the sea, adventures in your muscles. There is a spinning earth in the vastness of nothing, a crazy sphere of wantonness in your soul, love in your hands, desire all around, under your skin, burning in your veins, a craving for more with every breath of your insatiable heart.
So take a minute, hold back the urge, focus and erase all wrongness. Look to the expanding horizon. The sun just wants to shine, to radiate joy, to spent her wealth, to warm the world and brighten the sky with colorful rays. She doesn’t care for ‘good’ and ‘bad’, she just wants to share. It is about time to follow her path and do exactly the same …
PERSONAL: CROWN HER DAY WITH KISS
You wish you could express her divine perfection, her luring warmth and smooth circumferential allure, her gravitating depth, dark blissful present of breathtaking tightness and revealing magnificence. You wish she could feel your pulling and growling, rampaging wanting, raging seeking, hunger-driven howling, panting and stomping, impatient approaching of fiery thirsty longings. And all it takes is a hint of disclosure, a glimpse of skin, a small define smooth thigh of heaven, and your heart stops, your soul throbs, your mind is on fire full of desire and gratitude that you are a man and she is your suave pleasing marvel of a woman.
You know her. Out of the blue, she can be a mess. A wrong word, a misunderstanding, a bad phone call, a friend who has gone astray, a favorite piece got lost, and she is down, desperate, hopeless, and sad. The world is against her, and she is feeling it every day, your beautiful darling, because for her little things matter, details are important and perfection is found in the tiny not in the seemingly big. But what she doesn’t know is you adore her, you love her, in good and bad times, even in moments you do not grasp, in particular in those, because she is life, she is wonderful, unpredictable, beautiful, and she allows you to cheer her up with a tender kiss on her neck, a steady touch on her back, and a warm enclosing embrace, so you breathe together, to give her rhythm, security, love and protection, and so she is not just wanted but needed by you, too, and this is the greatest gift she can give.
You owe it to yourself. You think about her day and night, you sense her presence, you feel her sensuality, you scent her skin and fragrance, you are aware of her heartbeat, deeply entwined longings, drawing depth, pulling heat, engulfing darkness. So prove your worth and drive her to heavens, take her breath, evaporate her thoughts, conquer her mind with carnal eruptions, imploding desires, raging obsession of feeding addictions. Push her harder, take her longer, be more primal, tougher and love her thorougher. Break through her wantonness into the heart of her cravings and incite a burning stronger than reason, past and future, into a now of unforgettable yearnings, fulfilled dreams of lasting devastating corrupting satisfaction, until she looks at you with unconditional grateful devotion, half asleep, half awake as happy as never.
She cannot love herself as much as you do. And she cannot grasp how beautiful she is without you. She has no knowledge about her strength, she cannot hear her own voice without distortion, feel her smile as unclouded as you see, feel, sense her emotions unabridged rising in her eyes as you can. She is perfect but not for herself. She thinks she is weak because she doesn’t see her strengths, she is confused due to her openness, her empathy, and polite modesty, and all you can do, if she is rambling, sad, beside herself, is be there, be strong, and stop in the right moment along the train of her thoughts her search for clarity and kiss with determination reality back into her life that she is beautiful and no one has the power to change this very fact.
Never give up on your darling. When she runs, run with her. When she screams, take her hands. When she cries, cry with her. And when she flees, flee with her and force the world to follow. Her fear is hope. Her weakness is love. Her dreams are simple, she wants a true heart beating with hers, lips on her lips, arms around her back, a warm chest to rely on, not words. not presents, no gifts, and promises. So kiss when words don’t help and catch her when she falls, run with her when she is forced to run, and when she is exhausted, out of breath, when she sinks to her knees in desperation be the one who helps her to stand up again, be the one who cherishes her needs and she will grant you all you will ever want.
Why are you hard to her when you love her so much? Why do you have sometimes to put your feelings aside and force her to prove herself? Why is patience, steadiness, calmness important? Why regularity, predictability, patterns a must? It is a circle of trust, a structure of faith, a safety net to fall back to. It is not her wanting, her doubting, her rambling you work against. It is her fear to love too deeply, her need to belong which forcefully conquers her heart. It is her selflessness which grows stronger, her defenselessness against your touch, your presence and slow and confident caress which robs her all senses but gives her faith and safety, the certainty to be seen. She is afraid of the intensity. of this connection and that is why she is hiding, eluding, avoiding. She thinks you cannot be true and has reasons in her past to do so. So be strict when she shuns your attempts, bring light when she hides in the dark, and lure her with love and undivided attention back into your arms.
This is what you should do! Put her on a pedestal, crown her day with a kiss, cherish her sweetness and dive into her smoothness. Let her shiver and lose her mind, caress her into blissful insanity, carnal oblivion, merciless convulsion of electrical exhilaration. Be demanding. Drink, eat, devour her inexhaustible beauty, delightful depths, primal sensations, throbbing wants, giving needs, breathtaking longings in your hard manly embrace, ruthless thirst and insatiable hunger for her salacious feminine perfection. Wolf down on your woman and she will scream ‘yes’ for the rest of the night.
she is something. i don’t know what kind of something, but she is something magnetic. something electrifying. something you search for in everyone and find in no one until your eyes lock with hers, until your palms skim her hands, until your fingertips feel their way across every inch of her skin, until your grip becomes tight and she doesn’t flinch away. she is something. something wonderful, magnificent, alluring. a siren’s song, a sultry lullaby that played in the way she walked and you become a sailor in the open seas ready to crash into her. her eyes the color of the water, her voice the sound of long forgotten songs of past generations. she is something. something unreachable. your fingertips are always just tracing the surface, drawn into the feeling of her aura, but always kept at a slight distance. she is something. something unraveling.
she is something
You know her. Out of the blue, she can be a mess. A wrong word, a misunderstanding, a bad phone call, a friend who has gone astray, a favorite piece got lost, and she is down, desperate, hopeless, and sad. The world is against her, and she is feeling it every day, your beautiful darling, because for her little things matter, details are important and perfection is found in the tiny not in the seemingly big. But what she doesn’t know is you adore her, you love her, in good and bad times, even in moments you do not grasp, in particular in those, because she is life, she is wonderful, unpredictable, beautiful, and she allows you to cheer her up with a tender kiss on her neck, a steady touch on her back, and a warm enclosing embrace, so you breathe together, to give her rhythm, security, love and protection, and so she is not just wanted but needed by you, too, and this is the greatest gift she can give.
You owe it to yourself. You think about her day and night, you sense her presence, you feel her sensuality, you scent her skin and fragrance, you are aware of her heartbeat, deeply entwined longings, drawing depth, pulling heat, engulfing darkness. So prove your worth and drive her to heavens, take her breath, evaporate her thoughts, conquer her mind with carnal eruptions, imploding desires, raging obsession of feeding addictions. Push her harder, take her longer, be more primal, tougher and love her thorougher. Break through her wantonness into the heart of her cravings and incite a burning stronger than reason, past and future, into a now of unforgettable yearnings, fulfilled dreams of lasting devastating corrupting satisfaction, until she looks at you with unconditional grateful devotion, half asleep, half awake as happy as never.
She cannot love herself as much as you do. And she cannot grasp how beautiful she is without you. She has no knowledge about her strength, she cannot hear her own voice without distortion, feel her smile as unclouded as you see, feel, sense her emotions unabridged rising in her eyes as you can. She is perfect but not for herself. She thinks she is weak because she doesn’t see her strengths, she is confused due to her openness, her empathy, and polite modesty, and all you can do, if she is rambling, sad, beside herself, is be there, be strong, and stop in the right moment along the train of her thoughts her search for clarity and kiss with determination reality back into her life that she is beautiful and no one has the power to change this very fact.
Never give up on your darling. When she runs, run with her. When she screams, take her hands. When she cries, cry with her. And when she flees, flee with her and force the world to follow. Her fear is hope. Her weakness is love. Her dreams are simple, she wants a true heart beating with hers, lips on her lips, arms around her back, a warm chest to rely on, not words. not presents, no gifts, and promises. So kiss when words don’t help and catch her when she falls, run with her when she is forced to run, and when she is exhausted, out of breath, when she sinks to her knees in desperation be the one who helps her to stand up again, be the one who cherishes her needs and she will grant you all you will ever want.
Why are you hard to her when you love her so much? Why do you have sometimes to put your feelings aside and force her to prove herself? Why is patience, steadiness, calmness important? Why regularity, predictability, patterns a must? It is a circle of trust, a structure of faith, a safety net to fall back to. It is not her wanting, her doubting, her rambling you work against. It is her fear to love too deeply, her need to belong which forcefully conquers her heart. It is her selflessness which grows stronger, her defenselessness against your touch, your presence and slow and confident caress which robs her all senses but gives her faith and safety, the certainty to be seen. She is afraid of the intensity. of this connection and that is why she is hiding, eluding, avoiding. She thinks you cannot be true and has reasons in her past to do so. So be strict when she shuns your attempts, bring light when she hides in the dark, and lure her with love and undivided attention back into your arms.
This is what you should do! Put her on a pedestal, crown her day with a kiss, cherish her sweetness and dive into her smoothness. Let her shiver and lose her mind, caress her into blissful insanity, carnal oblivion, merciless convulsion of electrical exhilaration. Be demanding. Drink, eat, devour her inexhaustible beauty, delightful depths, primal sensations, throbbing wants, giving needs, breathtaking longings in your hard manly embrace, ruthless thirst and insatiable hunger for her salacious feminine perfection. Wolf down on your woman and she will scream ‘yes’ for the rest of the night.
she is something. i don’t know what kind of something, but she is something magnetic. something electrifying. something you search for in everyone and find in no one until your eyes lock with hers, until your palms skim her hands, until your fingertips feel their way across every inch of her skin, until your grip becomes tight and she doesn’t flinch away. she is something. something wonderful, magnificent, alluring. a siren’s song, a sultry lullaby that played in the way she walked and you become a sailor in the open seas ready to crash into her. her eyes the color of the water, her voice the sound of long forgotten songs of past generations. she is something. something unreachable. your fingertips are always just tracing the surface, drawn into the feeling of her aura, but always kept at a slight distance. she is something. something unraveling.
she is something
PERSONAL: I REMEMBER LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY THAT YOU.....
soulmate (n.)
A person with whom you have an immediate connection the moment you meet – a connection so strong that you are drawn to them in a way you have never experienced before. As this connection develops over time, you experience a love so deep, strong and complex, that you begin to doubt that you have ever truly loved anyone prior. Your soulmate understands and connects with you in every way and on every level, which brings a sense of peace, calmness and happiness when you are around them. And when you are not around them, you are all that much more aware of the harshness of life, and how bonding with another person in this way is the most significant and satisfying thing you will experience in your lifetime. You are also all that much aware of the beauty in life, because you have been given a great gift and will always be thankful.
I remember it like it was yesterday, the way you told me you loved me in between our inside jokes and endless laughs. I remember how you laid with me until I fell asleep and told me how you’d never leave. Maybe you meant it, I know I did. I believed you right up until the day you stopped telling me you loved me and you told her she was beautiful. I guess you forgot how much I loved you or maybe you didn’t, maybe you didn’t love me at alL
Falling in love with you is like skipping rocks on a riverbank…except the rocks are stars and everything is so bright like my happiest memory where i bathe in lavender lemonade and lick honey off your gleaming fingertips as you watch me fly with my wings of rose petals. however, my hands cannot withstand the resilient heat, it leaves craters on my heart and degrades my bones until the only thing left of them are the soft bristles of tissue that you use to paint your art yet our glowing youth has each star strapped around my hands with a silk rope that only a hummingbird in a hurricane can untie
THOUGHTS: YOUR BRAIN IS LIKE A GARDEN
I just want to remind people that your brain is really like a garden, don’t plant seeds of negativity because that shit will grow, I’ve been practicing heavily on my own self love lately for a some months now and being positive, I’ve definitely seen an improvement on my mental state. Don’t give up, give it a try, drink water, you can’t feed plants soda or juice, that shit will die, it was made for you. Say one thing you like about yourself every day. Write down some goals. Try to be consistent, if you fuck up, that’s okay, start over. You got it
There are many times when I have to remind myself that people who harm others are coming from a place of profound disconnection. It is not easy to recognize the pain such a person is in, especially because they may not be conscious of it themselves. They may present themselves to the world as just fine. If you believe human beings have a potential for deep connection, wisdom and love; the limitation in those peoples’ lives becomes clearer
What you create is always what serves you most. Now, at times, what serves you most is also in alignment with what you desire from your egoic perspective. At other times, there is something more for you that you can only receive by not getting what you wanted. And so, we suggest that you always see yourselves as master creator beings, and we also suggest that you look around for what it is about your current creation that you can now see is serving you better than what you originally desired.
Your growth is inevitable. You are expanding, and you are becoming every single day. But there are circumstances that will accelerate that growth, and those are always the circumstances that you will create.
And this is so because your primary creation is always you. You are the big prize, and when you look within yourself, and you acknowledge that, well then you can see the bigger picture. Then you can see why you have created what you have created for yourself and why you have not created certain conditions and circumstances that you once desired. Make peace with all of your creations, and know that everything serves your greatest and highest good
There are 5 short mantras or sayings that summarise right thinking:
•This is the way it is, for now.
•This was my destiny, ordained by the universe with compassion and wisdom.
•Everything happens for a reason.
•Everything is as it should be.
•It is what it is.
Remembering these 5 thoughts leads to the development of surrender and submission to the universe.
There are many times when I have to remind myself that people who harm others are coming from a place of profound disconnection. It is not easy to recognize the pain such a person is in, especially because they may not be conscious of it themselves. They may present themselves to the world as just fine. If you believe human beings have a potential for deep connection, wisdom and love; the limitation in those peoples’ lives becomes clearer
What you create is always what serves you most. Now, at times, what serves you most is also in alignment with what you desire from your egoic perspective. At other times, there is something more for you that you can only receive by not getting what you wanted. And so, we suggest that you always see yourselves as master creator beings, and we also suggest that you look around for what it is about your current creation that you can now see is serving you better than what you originally desired.
Your growth is inevitable. You are expanding, and you are becoming every single day. But there are circumstances that will accelerate that growth, and those are always the circumstances that you will create.
And this is so because your primary creation is always you. You are the big prize, and when you look within yourself, and you acknowledge that, well then you can see the bigger picture. Then you can see why you have created what you have created for yourself and why you have not created certain conditions and circumstances that you once desired. Make peace with all of your creations, and know that everything serves your greatest and highest good
There are 5 short mantras or sayings that summarise right thinking:
•This is the way it is, for now.
•This was my destiny, ordained by the universe with compassion and wisdom.
•Everything happens for a reason.
•Everything is as it should be.
•It is what it is.
Remembering these 5 thoughts leads to the development of surrender and submission to the universe.
STORY: BEING HIS LITTLE CREAMPIE WHORE
He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me as he slid his thick cock deep inside my pussy stretching me to the limit. That initial thrust always takes my breath away and I feel like I’m in heaven.
It had been a few weeks since my last birth control pill and according to the positive ovulation test I took this morning this was the perfect time for us to make a baby. I whispered in his ear that I was ovulating, and I could feel him stretch me even more. It’s amazing how 2 little words can make his thick cock even harder.
In one quick movement he pushed me on all fours and took me from behind. Omg his cock feels amazing. I could tell that his primal need to breed me took over as he pounded my pussy…. Harder than he ever had before. I was beyond dripping wet practically begging him to fill my pussy up. It was the only thing I could think of.
That’s it baby fuck my pussy!! Pound me harder!! I want to feel your cum coating my insides! His pace quickened and I could feel his cock start to swell. I started grinding back into him seconds later I could feel his cock twitching deep inside of me, finally giving me what I longed for. Jet after jet after jet of hot fertile cum flooded my pussy and it’s truly the best feeling ever. Breed me baby…. Because either your dirty little Creampiewhore
It had been a few weeks since my last birth control pill and according to the positive ovulation test I took this morning this was the perfect time for us to make a baby. I whispered in his ear that I was ovulating, and I could feel him stretch me even more. It’s amazing how 2 little words can make his thick cock even harder.
In one quick movement he pushed me on all fours and took me from behind. Omg his cock feels amazing. I could tell that his primal need to breed me took over as he pounded my pussy…. Harder than he ever had before. I was beyond dripping wet practically begging him to fill my pussy up. It was the only thing I could think of.
That’s it baby fuck my pussy!! Pound me harder!! I want to feel your cum coating my insides! His pace quickened and I could feel his cock start to swell. I started grinding back into him seconds later I could feel his cock twitching deep inside of me, finally giving me what I longed for. Jet after jet after jet of hot fertile cum flooded my pussy and it’s truly the best feeling ever. Breed me baby…. Because either your dirty little Creampiewhore
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