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MONDAY LOVE: THE PERFECT LADLE
It is time to reimagine the art of spooning and the perfect cuddle. A cuddle with such force that it develops into something so erotic.
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LAY BACK AND LICK
There is a always a moment. When he just wants to pleasure you. You feel that energy. Every stroke of the tongue, every push of the finger. You never take your eyes off of me. My eyes are closed as I arch my back and let the pleasure wash over me. I know you try hard to focus on technique. After all, you want so bad to make me cum. It is not that you are trying so hard, you just believe in pleasuring the woman first. I know you want to feel the quiver inside of me. The deep vibration that happens, that loud guttural groan I emit. You…
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THE POWER OF SILENCE
” How wonderful it is, to be silent with someone.” Kurt Tucholsky I love exploring new ways to find intimacy.
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MORNING LOVE: THE FINGER JOURNEY
It only takes one finger. The percussion of touch. This connecting feeling is a prism of emotion, every angle looks different. I am animal, both prey and predator but this second, just still. I am a poetically joined to you. I am yours. Take me. Lead me with your finger. Just one is all it takes.
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THOUGHTS ON SEDUCTION
Seduction in its purest form is a blend of intellectual and kinetic energies. It is the master of persuasion. The unbending will to another, without pressure or force. I look at you a certain way. Up and down, my eyes lock into yours. This is the center of your vulnerability. It is where I can best enjoy you inside and out. Seduction isn’t loud or brutal. Sex is not seduction. It is not even kissing. It is careful, soft movement – stroke of a cheek, the touch of a hand. This transcription of a conversation never spoken. When I do experience the pleasure of feeling you inside me, with every…
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POWER OF THE LICK
Listen and close your eyes. Let the power of your tongue lead. It will guide the pleasure and ecstasy that develops between us.
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POETRY OF OUR PRIVATE PARTS
My pussy. My breasts. Your dick. Anatomy meant to be treasured, worshipped. A steady hand to direct. Pleasure not to be taken for granted. Every time is like the first. A dick I am so familiar with. It has been in my mouth, my cunt, and in between my breasts so many times I have lost count. I am relentless in pursuit of this pleasure. Yet it never feels the same when you are inside of me. I kiss it – enveloping my lips around your shaft as if I am Python. Poetry of our privates.
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MONDAY LOVE: TRAIL OF SEMEN
It’s been awhile since I’ve given you a fantasy to masturbate to. Your Monday Love is here. Tell me how did I do?
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PETITE FRIDAY THOUGHTS: THE PRICE OF OUR FANTASIES
I’ve been thinking about this alot lately. In my world, I spent a great deal of time in fantasy, including my career of choice. Yet, that fantasy is ever-evolving and adapting to the bonds I create and revel in sustaining. “Covet” is actually the more appropriate term. You might be unable to access your fantasies. Meanwhile, I am there saving them for you. I hold onto them until you are ready to dive back in.
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PETITE THOUGHTS: TUNNEL OF LUST
Deep and tight. Wet as you touch. Listen and summon your desire.