Slowly, I inhale her and exhale with a transcendent euphoria. Around me, things fall apart. Days of yesteryear weigh heavily on the frayed threads of my psyche. Slivers of solace are found in every intense release. My mouth waters to please her; the essence of her on my tongue is something that I’ll always remember. A woman fully steeped in her femininity is a polished diamond in exquisite rarity. Her moans of pleasure are the sounds of a wonderful orchestra performing on the bank of a wondrously flowing river. Her kisses quiet the grumbling of my lament. Her breasts envelope me, and I am lost in the depths of sensuality. She rides me. She fucks me — and it takes away the pain. Her unbridled sexuality is my therapy. She switches to reverse cowgirl and looks back at me. Deep pain and eroticism come together and form a beautiful intensity unexplained. Passion heightens; tears stream as sorrow is drawn out of me. Again, positions are switched, and she wraps her legs around me in missionary. Without breaking eye contact, we kiss passionately as she wipes the tears from my eyes. I must give her all that is me — I cannot lie. Eroticism and sorrow are strange bedfellows. I turn her around; she moans with ecstasy. Her face supported by soft white pillows. Again, she looks back at me. Again, I take another dose of her potent therapy. Every euphoric breath that she breathes is my reprieve. Gloss pink peeps through the holes of black heels. I kiss the side of her neck wildly and breathe in the scent of light sprays of Channel N° 5. I exhale the pain with rolling tears and closed eyes. We release together, finding the climax of our pleasure, and I am truly alive. We release together, on our sides; her head turned towards me and her leg draped over mine.
She breathes heavily and tastes herself, utilizing her hands efficiently, pinching her erogenous erect nipples and rubbing the source of her wetness with vibrating metal in rhythmic motion, intermittently lightly and heavily pressed against wet and throbbing flesh.
Inanimate objects keep the secrets of the erotically anonymous. Oh, if only walls could talk and tell of heavy breaths of lust and euphoric screams from every thrust; or the arms that brace against them when wetness drips in white satin; or the girth that teasingly rubs against a pulsating clit before it slowly slides in, causing an intense orgasm from euphoric anticipation and adrenaline; or the shaking legs that are widely spread, supported by red open toe stilettos that display glossy red gel nail polish on sexy toes. Fucking will commence, but only the two participants and inanimate objects will know. Makeup is smeared against white walls, leaving behind the only sign that she used her face to brace herself as she brought herself to orgasm by rhythmically rubbing her clit as she was fucked hard from behind.
Oh, if walls could talk and tell of the exquisiteness of ecstasy right before and after a lustful voice whispers, Cum for me. The walls feel the reverberation of her release, but they keep their silence. They never speak. Forever silent, they will never speak. Red heels make sounds that echo from walls because of shaking legs and the hardness underneath, but imamate objects hold secrets that they will never speak.
Luciana’s last lover didn’t know how to touch her, and his inexperienced tongue couldn’t please her. She tried to be his erotic teacher, but her frustrations boiled over. She would even touch herself in-front of him so he could learn the most secret places of her desire, but he was inadequate and had no fire. She loved the hugeness of his cock, but he couldn’t quench the blue flames of her desire. She would mount him and tell him to stay still so she could enjoy the length and thickness of him, but he would never last long enough for her to reach orgasm; her often visible anger was the manifestation of her sexual frustration. She was tired of having to play with herself right after sex to reach her climax. On more than one occasion, mid-fucking, she stopped him and instead used her magic wand and butt-plug in-front of him to achieve satisfaction.
Now, in experienced hands with a new man, Luciana surrenders herself to pleasure, eagerly getting on her knees to suck her new lover’s cock before he uses his tongue and fingers before penetration to please her. Her throbbing pussy hasn’t had a tongue like his in so long; two fingers are inside of her at the same time as his skillful tongue makes Luciana close to climax as she heavily moans. He navigates her body amazingly. He is a diligent lover. He is not lazy. He introduces her to new positions that increase inner as well as clitoral stimulation; she’s intrigued enough to eagerly try them again. She is a mature woman who only an erotically seasoned man could satisfy. Her desires are intricate, and her sexual appetite is not mild. Luciana is not shy in her approach to pleasure, and she is not afraid to vocalize her most lascivious desires to any lover. She truly appreciates men who are well hung, and who practice excellent dental hygiene and can fuck for hours with never-ending stamina. She is a gorgeous woman with a beautiful vagina.
A few of her past lovers boasted about their sexual prowess but couldn’t last more than five minutes inside of her. Luciana could pass for a woman half of her age; her long dark hair, beautifully accented with strands of silver. She sees no need to dye her hair — in a mini sundress with a plunging V-neck and stilettos, she causes women to take note and men to lustfully stare. Her sensuality is exuded flawlessly, and she has an erotic flair. On top, is her favorite position; a man would have to be in good shape and exude sexual discipline to take the intensity of her aggressive rhythm to last more than a few minutes and following seconds. For her, one orgasm can be gratifying, but she loves to cum again and again. A seasoned lover will know that when she say loudly, Just fuck me, she wants to be fucked roughly to reach her release. A sheepish man would be somewhat intimidated by the levels of her sexual intensity — but her experienced lover lies her down on her couch slowly, to take his time with her tingling body, pleasing her willingly until she reaches the higher heights of her ecstasy.
She tingles with anticipation, breathing heavily without being touched. Her wetness denotes the depths of her sensual rush. For so long, her true desires were hushed. For so long, her hopes for unbridled sexual expression were crushed. Patiently, she awaits the ecstasy of agony; leather strikes against willing flesh will take away her breath. With every lascivious whisper in-between the familiar feel of leather, she will be become wetter, and her breathing, deeper. Her wet desire will be explored with experienced fingers — places will be explored by the tip of the tongue where far after it’s over, the ecstasy will still linger. She will be blindfolded and fucked, and her climax will be exquisite. She will ride him vigorously without the need to see as her erect nipples are teased, sucked, and licked. Her hair will be pulled; her ass will roughly spanked, and she will love it. Her lover will satisfy her engorged pulsating clit. After her pretty toes are sucked, positions will be switched, and she will again be thoroughly fucked. Her mind will record her erotic experience in perfect sequence, and she will rely on her vivid imagery to climax when she’s alone and horny. When she can no longer deny the throbbing of her pussy, from her closet, she will retrieve the vibrating source of her ecstasy and recall leather against her flesh, and the deepness of her breath. Climax after climax, she will find her euphoric depths. In the secrecy of her bedroom, she will spank herself with her special belt. She will spank herself to orgasm until she is totally exhausted and there is nothing left. Until there are deep welts on her flesh and there is nothing left.
Subtlety is put aside. The tongue explores thoroughly. He wants her to reach her climax orally, so he teases her purposely. His experienced fingers enter her wetness slowly, finding her pleasure spot. In-between the use of his mouth, he rubs her clit with the thick engorged head of his cock. He wants to be inside her, but sexual discipline tempers his erotic emotions. He purposely lets her see the length and width of it to increase the fire of her craving. The tip of his tongue resumes a steady rhythm of exploring. He pauses to look into her eyes seductively and savor the sounds of her moaning. The longing of her wet pulsating pussy cannot be hidden. Warm water based lubricant and a vibrating butt plug lead to uncontrollable shaking and squirting — but one orgasm is just the beginning. The tip of his tongue runs over the ridge of her clitoris again and again; drenched sheets signify the depths of her pleasure. He passionately sucks her toes and licks her soles. Dark plum polish and a gold anklet increases his desire to thoroughly please her. She tastes so good to him. His tongue explores her ass as she pleases her pussy with a magic wand that is powerfully vibrating. She whispers to him, Make me cum again. The tip of his tongue increases the speed of its intensity and rhythm — he looks at her seductively and gauges the timing of her oncoming orgasm. He keeps going until she screams again; his face is drenched in the warmth of the release of her erotic essence.
Deep penetration breaks the long purposeful anticipation; from behind, is her most pleasurable position. She breathes heavily as she takes him — he likes to use his tongue on her to keep her clit throbbing in–between long sessions of fucking. His tongue always remains in place when she begins to orgasm, receiving the full essence of her intense passion. She has a beautiful pussy, and she tastes so good to him. The length of the tip of his mischievous wet warm tongue in her ass as she rubs her clit is an assurance that she will powerfully cum again. Turning her over in her favorite position, the head of his throbbing cock slowly enters in, and she steadies herself in anticipation of another hard euphoric fucking. His erotic passion drives him, pulling her hair and pounding her deeply with lascivious words uttered through the tone of his sensual whispering. Roughly, he pounds her again and again; she shows her approval through the loudness of her moaning. He needs to know that she belongs to him and only him. Her body answers all his questions through heightened euphoric shaking and shuddering. Fuck me; I’m going to cum again, her lips profess to him.
Melting ice is moved circularly and slowly over erect nipples, causing a sensual stiffness that makes the protrusions more prominent. A warm mouth sucks them between the cold circular sessions, providing an erotic contrast that causes a clitoris to pulsate and heavy breathing to ensue. Ice is intentionally sucked forcefully so the tip of the tongue can become cold enough to be numb, making it the perfect pleasure tool to lick awaiting pleasure receptive nipples; the light wet brushing, making the recipient moan from the semi rough texture of the eager tongue combined with cold pleasure. The contrasting warmth and cold is joined together with a powerful vibrator to bring a distinct erogenous euphoria. Ice melts and turns into cold water that drips from near numb fingers. Cold kisses are given on the lips and neck, then back again to anticipatory nipples that wonderfully protrude, beautifully and erect. The chain reaction of sensation makes her pussy wet. Her throbbing clit, almost demanding that it be sucked and licked with the same passion, accompanied by melting ice that numbs the tip of the cold tongue, that will lick and lightly brush against warm pleasure receptive flesh, causing an otherworldly orgasm.
Alessia left her last lover because he no longer moved her nor did he ever truly satisfy her. They had been together for seven months, and still he was sheepish about going down on her. She enjoyed his cock , but after every session, she would find herself supplementing her sexual longing with the use of a vibrator. She had been used to clitoral orgasms from men’s skillful tongues, but her ex-lover Christopher only wanted to penetrate her. Alessia loved giving head, and she could suck Christopher’s cock for hours, but he never returned the favor. At first, she didn’t mind, but after a while, it started to bother her. His cock was long and thick, but he never knew how to use it to satisfy a woman. Over and over again, Alessia tried to teach him and expose him to new and exciting positions, but her passion was an exercise in futility. One summer evening, she was extremely horny and asked Christopher whisperingly to finger her and taste her pussy — but he just sat and looked at her listlessly. It was the last straw. She sincerely tried, but she told herself that she deserved more. She could no longer be with him, so she told him her honest opinion and stopped answering his calls. After six weeks of no sex, Alessia was cocked starved; she still needed a man’s touch and warmth, though daily, she pleased herself with anal beads, a double ended dildo, and a magic wand. She wasn’t actively searching for a man but noted to herself that she should be more stringent in her choosing. She wanted an experienced lover who could thoroughly navigate her body — she craved a rugged man with a rough edge, a substantial cock, passionate heart, and skilled mouth. Bringing herself to orgasm while watching romantic female friendly porn was pleasurable but it wasn’t enough. She wanted her clit to be sucked; she wanted to be passionately fucked.
Weeks later, it just so happened that a new man moved into her condominium. He was tall, built, and handsome with a nice smile, and he also dressed well. Every time they conversed, he was exceptionally personable, engaging, and respectful. Alessia could sense that her new neighbor was attracted to her, but she seldom if ever made the first move. She tried to subtly inquire about his love life, but she only knew that he moved to the area to be close to his widowed and elderly mother. She found herself thinking about him when she sensually touched her vagina. His name was Jonathan, and he had only been there for a week since he moved in, but through his aura, Alessia felt that she already knew him. Daily, her craving for him grew stronger, until she could take it no longer. One day, she asked Jonathan if he was single or spoken for; he told her, that he was single and asked her if she wanted to go out on the town and do dinner. She happily said, Yes, and the next evening they went out together. The food at the restaurant was excellent, and after entrees, they shared desert while talking and staring at each other. He moved his chair closer to her and placed his arm around her as if they were already lovers. They then left and ventured to an afterhours café with an intimate setting — they both enjoyed Irish Coffees and in the middle of their conversation, she leaned over and kissed him. His eyes told her everything that she needed to know. It is then that she whispered in his ear, Let’s go.
She could see that he was fully erect as they drove back to their condo; her pussy was so wet for him, but they didn’t touch each other until they got home. Upon arriving at his place, they kissed passionately, even before he opened the door. Once inside, he lifted her up and took her to his bedroom. With the movements of an experienced lover, he sensually kissed her, slowly moving from her lips, to her neck, to her breasts — he sucked and licked her pleasure receptive nipples that were excitingly erect; at the same time, rubbing her pussy that was extremely wet. She enticed his passion with heavy breaths as he went lower, kissing between her thighs while longingly looking up at her. Alessia was so excited that she knew she would cum just from a light brush of his tongue on her clit, and it happened just as she thought it. Jonathan sucked and licked her pleasure sensitive clit, taking his time to erotically navigate her body. She released within minutes of his oral giving, heavily moaning. She saw that he had a large cock and eagerly wanted to get on her knees for him. Passionately, she sucked him, taking him into her mouth as far as she could, again and again. His moans drove her passion; she would have kept going until orgasm if Jonathan didn’t stop her and put her in doggy position. From behind, the head his cock opened her vagina; slowly he entered until she took all of him — she closed her eyes and let out sensual sounds as he slid his big cock all the way in. She whispered to him through heavy breathing, Fuck me, and he did, powerfully and vigorously until she screamed his name in ecstasy. Without him asking, she said to him, This is your pussy as he kept fucking her deeply. She wanted to taste him again, and looking back at him she said, Let me get on my knees. He obliged her, and she sucked his cock with a possessed erotic fervor. After, she rode him with her hands pressed into his muscular chest, feeling the pleasure of the girth of his huge member and its fullness. After two intense orgasms, she wanted her third release to be at the same time with him; Cum inside me, she kept whispering as she counted down from ten; but at seven, he released, and she passionately released with him. Sexual sounds reverberated in the room they were in, and with sincere feelings in her eyes, she leaned in to kiss him. After they showered together, they made love again until the light of the morning.
A man stares at his wet lover’s body euphorically shudder. Looking back at his cock, she wants him inside her. She had just brought herself to orgasm, but she was only supposed to be teasing him; instead he told her to keep going. For fifteen minutes, he stood with an erect cock, whispering lascivious words to his lover that would make it hard for her to stop. After five minutes, she started to beg for his cock, when he started stroking his thickness in her full view to make her pussy spasm with ecstasy. Fuck me now, she said to him, but he wouldn’t allow her to have him until after she reached self orgasm. The way she looked at him and begged for his pleasure heightened his passion, but he held back, only stoking his cock after several ticks of the clock. She knows the full pleasure of what he brings, and it plays on her desperate wanting of him. He thinks about giving her the experience of his mouth and tongue again in the sixty nine position so she too can taste him as they bring each other to orgasm. He knows that it’s his cock she wants, but he wants to see her burn in her lustful wanting, before giving in to giving her a sensual fucking.