Sunday’s Sinful Suggestion

Please let me offer a suggestion.
A thought of what you might need.
I think it’d help release stress.
Help you feel good, perhaps fill you with glee.
Let me impart a little suggestion.
An idea for some time to yourself.
Be it in the shower, in bed, or behind a closet door.
Just go, I promise, it’s good for your health.
Let me assist you with a suggestion.
Just go wherever to find the real you.
Go and get off in the best way you can.
You’ll feel much better, I know it to be true.
Let me offer this glorious suggestion.
In good faith that it will always be.
That the best things we can do for ourselves.
Come with our own touch and sinful sexuality.

Thursday

Hello world!

How’s your Thursday?

Mine’s not bad,

It’s been okay.

It could be better,

I’ll tell you how.

I could be snuggled,

Cuddling beauty now.

We could be kissing,

Caressing at play.

Our hands could be wandering,

Finding that special place.

Our breathes could quicken,

As we rub and stroke.

Soooo excited,

As we go for broke.

Jerking, shaking,

Losing our minds.

Cumming together,

Perfectly timed.

Then snuggling down,

In the warmest glow.

As Thursday passes,

Our stresses gone, let go.

Daily Prompt: Frantic (Yesterday)

Yesterday was frantic.

Everybody want something done.

Yesterday was stressful.

Each item bore contention.

Yesterday I couldn’t wait.

To get home to be with you.

Yesterday I relaxed in love.

I turned to a warm wet goo.

Yesterday started manically.

Just one of those tiring times.

Yesterday ended sleepily.

 Snuggled up in your loving arms.

 

Beauty, I’m sorry I fell asleep… I love you, you are the most wonderfully loving girl in all the world… I wish I didn’t need sleep so we had twenty four hours a day… I love you ❤

via Daily Prompt: Frantic

Simple

Let me alleviate your stress right now.

Let me show you the way and how.

All of your worries could suddenly cease.

Like the lifting of guilt as you confess to a priest.

All you need to do is promise to try.

And let me kneel between your thighs.

Where I shall lazily lap away.

Eating pussy, licking the strain. 

Clean from your mind as you let go.

Trust me my love, it will, I know.

Trust me and my linguistic skills.

To pull you from pain with these simple thrills.