Set Free

I lie you back onto our bed, 

I slide myself between your legs. 

I softly kiss your ankle bone, 

And mouth my way up as you gently moan. 

Your soft warm thighs warm my heart, 

A breath of your arousal, the beating starts. 

Blood coursing through my veins, 

Flushed cheeks glanced,  yours the same. 

My tongue teases with the gentlist touch,

My tongue pleases, your growl says as much.

In heaven you hold onto my head, 

Not wanting an end, that you dread.

You cry out in pleasure, cry out in need, 

As I give you the orgasm, my mouth sets you free.

In Life’s Game

Like a spider stalking her prey,

Each movement carefully thought out.

Eyes on her prize led on the bed,

She’ll feed she has no doubt.

Slowly climbing over him,

Limbs lengthened in dim light.

Lips brushing down his chest,

Excitement overload he fights.

His phallus swollen, risen for her,

As she squats to tease with wet warm lips.

Rubbing her essence o’er his cock,

With deft motion of her hips.

Her want as needy as his it’s true,

Her desire just as high.

But she has control of this morsel now,

As onto his sex she slides.

A gasp in union,

Both release held pent up breaths.

Predator and prey as one,

In life’s game, not death’s.

The Perfect Canvas

Gently, I tie off the rope around your knee and loop the loose end around the iron bed pole pulling your leg up into beautiful symmetry with the other. Now you’re how I want you, hands tied above your head, legs spread in a frog like pose, you’re open, defenceless. I gaze upon the beautiful sight before me, my dream come true.
Your already glistening pussy, moist with anticipation for what you know I can do is sat up waiting for me. Your eyes look longingly into mine, I had thought about a blindfold, but if your eyes were covered I wouldn’t see the look that I now see. I smile a smile of sweet satisfaction, happy that I’ve created the perfect canvas and now it’s time to create.
My fingers settle onto your soft smooth skin, so lightly you barely feel the touch as I trace over you tight buttocks, I feel you tense as the ticklish touch continues down and then back up you perfect long thighs. I feel you shake as nerves give away the feeling you are trying desperately to contain until finally my fingers draw to a halt on either side of your needy labia.
You’re breathing heavier as each second passes, and as I push down and slightly part you slender pussy’s lips I breathe in deeply taking a noseful of you musky feminine scent. I close my eyes and savour the odour that stiffens my cock to attention.
Finally I break the palpable tension, my tongue takes a long flat lap from perenium to clitorus and you let out a relieved groan as I start what we both want and need and suck softly on your swelling sensitive clit.

More than just bed

I love the line your suspenders take,
Framing your arse along with nets.
That fall away along the longest legs,
The kind that’d make any man beg.

You look over, toned, tattooed shoulder,
Narrowing eyes to a look that smoulders.
A look that says you need your Beast,
A look that invites him to grasp his treat.

So on cue he does just that,
He spins you around your arse he slaps.
Before grabbing two handfuls to squeeze,
And forcing a kiss to weaken your knees.

Tongues entwine, lust blood flows,
Cunt moistened, cock grows.
Hard now clamped between your thighs,
Throbbing in need, a need to be inside.

So Beauty you’re lifted to perch tables edge,
As I hold and pierce you with just my head.
A sigh, a groan, happy but needing more.
Net clad legs wrap, to pull in all.

Fingers caress flat belly and breasts,
Cock slips in and out, you’re oh so wet.
Grasping my hands to squeeze your tits,
Taking me in, rotating hips.

Finding a pace that brings pure pleasure,
I whisper the words “I want this forever!”
Eyes wide, meeting mine,
As both us lovers near that time.

Then letting go, you cry out and swoon,
Cumming with me as I fill your womb.
Hot streaks of passion thoroughly doused,
By fluids gushing, lust let out.

Not withdrawn, I pull you up to my lips,
I give you my love a tender kiss.
Before lifting you off the tables edge,
I carry you to a night of more than just bed.

A Longing

Longing to feel your skin against mine.

Longing to feel your heat inside.

Longing to taste you, to lick, to kiss.

Longing to synchronise hip to hip.

Longing to breathe deep breaths with you.

Longing to gasp as we grind love through.

Longing to come apart, destroyed by lust.

Longing to share with you, our ultimate trust.

Longing that’s there every single day.

Longing that I know will never go away.

Longing that I’ll never lose.

A longing for you, a longing I choose.

Cunnilingus and Fellatio

Cunnilingus and fellatio.

Such wonderfully erotic words.

Rolling off the tongue so easily.

To imagine them wrong is absurd.

So tell me why some find them offensive?

How could it ever be?

For they sound like names of deities.

Not sexual acts between you and me.

So, say them softly and slowly.

Pay them the regard they deserve.

And imagine what it feels like.

As you linger upon each beautiful word.

Daily Prompt: Compromise (Favours Earned)

Your sweet little cunni,

Is just too yummy,

For any kind of compromise.

It’s taste and texture,

Gives such pleasure,

My erection shows, I can’t hide.

My need to feed,

Inbetween your knees,

To taste your sex, oh so lush.

And I’ll work for hours,

Knelt down in your power,

To draw that orgasmic gush.

So please my love,

Give that above,

All else, you possibly could.

And I’ll surely return,

All favours earned,

Because as lovers, we definitely should.

via Daily Prompt: Compromise