Laura’s Erotic Entry

To fulfill her want, Laura takes the day off to stimulate her clit and have multiple orgasms using her magic wand. An additional black butt plug heightens her ecstasy. She thinks about the married handsome muscular man next door as part of her sexual fantasy. Sometimes, she opens her blinds fully and undresses in bright lamplight at night, hoping he will see. Just watching him manicure his lawn causes sudden wetness and an exciting throbbing of her pussy. When he’s outside, she usually watches him for at least a half an hour as she pleases herself, then she takes a long warm shower. Scenarios of his wife going out of town and John coming over to fuck her, run through her mind constantly. Her mouth waters, thinking about sucking his cock and then being taken from behind roughly. She’s wet and pinches the erect nipples of her firm breasts — she can scream and moan as loudly as she wants because she is by herself. Laura has a lover she fucks occasionally, but she prefers her magic wand when she really wants to have orgasms continually. She is a tenured university professor who likes excellent wine and lingerie and has an array of sexual toys in the middle draw of her antique dresser. She goes to the spa to get massages regularly, and she treats herself to Brazilian waxes to maintain a beautiful vagina.

She likes men who know how to use their mouths skillfully; grinding her clit against a man’s tongue makes her reach intense climax easily. In her California King, she continues to please herself, getting up, only to slide on a pair of black stiletto sandals to feel even more feminine in her sexiness. She has a large beach towel under her because she knows how wet she gets. She closes her eyes with her legs spread wide, breathing heavily as she releases and screaming loudly sometimes.

A Good Morning

She had been touching herself under the comforter for over an hour,
while she lustfully and longingly stared at her sleeping lover.
The night before, he had bent her over the kitchen counter for an erotic encounter;
His large cock thoroughly satisfied her; when he was deep inside her,
She moaned louder and louder and rubbed her clit faster and faster.
She remembers how he pulled out of her wet passion and placed her right leg
Up on the counter, then got on his knees to skillfully use his tongue;
Two fingers inside of her in addition to his persistent licking made her cum.
But they were far from done; in six inch mule stilettos, she got fucked passionately,
Balancing herself gracefully on the tip of her clear sexy heels;
He firmly gripped her hair as whispered lascivious words in her ears.
With the thickness of his girth, she would have fucked him anywhere,
But after her pleasure on the counter, he sat on a dinning room chair and stared—
She came over promptly and sat on his cock slowly, kissing his lips and neck lovingly.
She then took her heels off so her bare feet could grip the floor securely;
She rode him hard, never once breaking eye contact as she roughly fucked him.
She didn’t care that she had released at least twice before — she wanted more.
With primal lust in her eyes, she told him, I want you to make me your whore;
Fuck me like you really want me — This is your pussy baby; it’s really yours.
Do you fucking hear me?
He whispered, Yes — and after his response,
He firmly gripped her breasts, sucking and licking her nipples wildly
As she kept riding him vigorously; he then placed one hand around her neck,
Choking her lightly; she breathed heavily, on the verge of releasing her intensity.
When she riled up his passion, she had felt his throbbing cock become
Even harder in her pussy. The rock hard stiffness of his throbbing cock
Drove her to keep bouncing up and down on it hard, non-stop.
She found her release as she shuddered and squirted all over him, screaming.
He kept going, but they changed positions; he wanted her on her back.
His huge cock–head found the upper chambers of her vagina as
He passionately explored her. He sucked and licked her extremely pretty toes,
And she sucked the length of his fingers. It was something that she whispered,
That caused him to release loudly inside of her unexpectedly.
It was 2 A.M. when they finally went to sleep, but at 7 A.M. she wanted
To feel his passion inside her again; he wasn’t a morning person, so
She didn’t want to wake him; but her wet passion kept dripping,
And her clit was throbbing, so hesitantly, she roused him,
Sucking his cock ardently to arouse him — and when his cock
Was fully hardened, adorned in black satin, she mounted him—
Riding his extended thickness and moaning, again.

Under the Starlight

Starlight holds two lovers
In its vast embrace;
Souls intertwine flawlessly
And dance beautifully
In an intimate space;
From their romantic hearts,
The love they have
For each other radiates;
As he kisses her passionately,
He holds her tightly
In his loving embrace

Her flowing hair brushing
Against his rapturous face.
In his arms, she knows

That she is loved;
In his arms, she knows

That she is safe.

Sincerity of Words

I do not regret being vulnerable with you, for in my vulnerability I found something beautiful that was hidden within me. Even though we broke apart, still, I love freely. Still, I think about your gorgeous smile and your ethereal natural beauty. I told you that I would always love you, and I do; I told you that my heart belonged to you, and my words were true. I told you that I marveled at the length and texture of your hair and it beautifully grew. I felt a transcendent joy in me when I first passionately kissed you. My eyes conveyed the utterances of my heart when I first made love to you. You were my breath; I couldn’t breathe without you. The raw essence of my depths felt for you and loved you when you cried about the hurt you had endured. You had a calming voice that even the heavenly angels could never ignore. You are no longer mine and I am no longer yours, but still, I send you loving whispers, that I hope you hear when you are asleep. I pray for your happiness with whoever you may be with. In my heart — towards you, there is no ill will or bitterness. In the solitude of discovering the depths of myself, I have found my rest, though sometimes I long to lie in the warm comfort of your breasts. Long before we met, I had learned that a man must not be scared to be vulnerable or show emotion to properly love a woman; I had learned that you must capture her heart and mind first, for her bodily reactions are an extension of her emotions. There were times that I was solemn in your presence and told you things about my deep ongoing pain that has caused me melancholia for many years; it was the way that you embraced me and encouraged me, that brought me to tears. I turned my face away from you, but you pulled me back lovingly and kissed me; the words you whispered to me still linger in my memory. I count myself lucky to have deeply explored true intimacy. Few women are truly remembered, though there have been many. There is nothing like a woman’s love. There are flowers, valleys, the moon, the stars, the sun and beautiful scenery, but there is nothing more beautiful than a woman in her natural capacity. There is not more gorgeous a mystery than a woman in the stillness of quiet and subtle beauty. Love, come again and find me. Oh, heaven, send your healing light to comfort me. In my contemplation, I explore my many intricacies. Rummaging through the content of my heart and soul, still, I make unexpected discoveries.

The sexual rush from just a light brush;
The anticipation of beautiful pleasure

Immeasurable on another wonderful level;
The deep kisses when soft wetness

Receives the length of rock hard thickness;
The beauty of protruding nipples, sensitive with erectness;
The gorgeousness of orgasmic intenseness
After a long pause of sensual silence
The sounds of pleasure when she
Sweetly releases that are endless.

Nancy Wilson

Nancy Wilson, U.S. jazz singer, in concert, singing into a microphone, circa 1967. (Photo by David Redfern/Redferns)
American singer Nancy Wilson on stage performing at an NAACP dinner in Chicago, IL, US. Labeled a singer of blues, jazz, r&b, pop and soul, Wilson has over 70 albums and three Grammy Awards.