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5 years ago. July 28, 2019 at 3:53 PM

I’ll never tire of this duo. His sound, her voice,  her movements, not to mention the lyrics ...

Pure. Fucking. Raw. Sexiness !

 

5 years ago. July 28, 2019 at 12:51 PM

 

 

All I feel now
Is the weight of the day
I need you with me
To push it away
We disappeared into each other
Colors appeared and bleed into one
Fade into me, fade into you
Two of us melting together
Until we become something new
We can't escape
And watch the world chasing to find us
Both of us hidden from view,
If you, fade into me, fade into me
When I'm broken
You're the one thing I need
Like an ocean
Feel you crash over me
We disappeared into each other
Colors appeared and bleed into one
Fade into me, fade into you
Two of us melting together
Until we become something new
We can't escape
And watch the world chasing to find us
Both of us hidden from view
If you, fade into me
Not gonna fall in
Drown in the moment with me
Sinking till we start to breathe
Fade into…

5 years ago. July 21, 2019 at 11:27 PM

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5 years ago. July 19, 2019 at 9:00 PM

 

 

Pristine blossoms of honeysuckle beckon him…

their soft sultry scent carried 

on the back of a summer breeze

delivering tantalizing sensual fragrances

 

Cascading blossoms swell and sway 

on moistening ivory towers.. 

Hands ... sliding ... gliding ... striding, 

between supple roots of delicate flowers.


Primordial urges pulsate, engorged 

with seeds of sexual arousal.

Nimble fingers stroke, tease, tantalize.

Effortlessly, succulent petals open


Spreading, yielding, to his majestic touch. 

enslaving it with his hungry mouth,

a skillful tongue delves in

prodding, probing, penetrating 

 

Coiling and exploring, slowly trailing 

along the fleshy stem of his desire.

Glistening dew, of sweet nectar oozes, 

He licks every droplet of this…


Elixir of the Gods!

~WW


*This was inspired by a blog post, viewed from a different perspective 🌹

5 years ago. July 19, 2019 at 1:49 PM

Trends come and go. Fashion changes from one moment to the next, except for the classics ...they are here to stay. 😈

 

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5 years ago. July 13, 2019 at 9:32 PM

 

There is something to be said about thigh highs ,a garter belt and heels. It doesn’t matter if a woman wears heels alone, or a combination of the three, it’s still an exquisite vision. 

This remains a popular fetish, and seems to be growing. As for me, there are few things sexier. I love the feel of her stockings as I  run my hands up her legs. The look of her anticipation in her eyes, waiting for  my hands to move between her legs, and feel her wetness

I love the way a garter belt frames a woman’s body. I love the sound of it snapping, the vision of the straps hanging down. I love to watch a woman walk in heels, knowing that she has to put some effort into her walk. I love the sound of her heels as she walks. I can feel my arousal growing, as I watch this poetry in motion.

 

5 years ago. July 13, 2019 at 2:52 AM


 She dressed as he commanded …

did as she was told

passing him on the street

as if he were a stranger

 

Thigh highs ... stiletto heels clicking

like a street walking beauty, smelling

like cheap perfume,

and degradation                                  

                                

Silently, he watched … as she walked

down the alley

knowing what was to come        

                                  

There she stood, skirt hiked up

like a cold soaked whore of the night            

her scent            

         

Of desperation fermenting                             

like a dark bordeaux, uncorked,           

waiting to be tasted

 

He advanced...

his hardness straining against

the zipper

of his pants


She felt the cold steel of the cuffs

encircle her wrists, feeling his

hot breath on her neck

she listened …

 

As he spoke of freedom                                     

impenetrable darkness                                     

dreams sweet as vintage port                                      

                                   

Her body betrayed  her,

while his fingers traced

the outline of her shame                                     

                                   

Pushed up against the wall,    

stripped … whipped … fucked    

taken to the extreme                                      

                                   

She cried … as the acrid taste                  

of her tears                  

turned                    

to                  

fine                  

wine                               

                                   

~Wicked