Intricate Intimacy

The purity of transcendent intimacy;

The expressions of true love that heal the brokenhearted
and flow flawlessly;

The pleasure of intense sensuality;

The oneness of a woman and a man who
are dedicated to one another completely;

The adoration of the delicate nature of a woman
in the beauty of her femininity;

The wondrous protective strength of a man
who holds his woman tightly.

Their love is like the revelation of
a long pondered mystery;

A display of rendered emotions born
of many beautiful intricacies.

Alessia’s Hunger

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.

Intimate Whispers

Tonight, he takes care of her with more than just carnal pleasure; but with sincere loving whispers that move her, gentle kisses, and intimate secrets that he’s never told anyone, that he thought he would hold within his heart forever. He truly loves her, and it shows in the way he gives all of himself to her. There is an otherworldly beauty in the way they share joyous tears together. To give her the world, he would do anything within his power. She is a delicate flower, and daily he showers her petals with refreshing loving water. To taste of a woman’s essence, is to experience the gorgeous fulness of intimate transcendence. There is nothin more beautiful in this world or any to come than a woman. The warmth of her body alone moves him to emotion. To listen to the beats of her heart, is to be close to her in an intimate way that even the archangels would tearfully gaze upon. Every moment of immersion in her love is a deep breath. Every second she is held by him is akin to a desolate person finding love’s new beginning. Truthfully, he would die for her, willingly. She is his breath and the steps that reach his utter depths. Oh, what beauty it is to see a woman truly loved with her eyes closed in the throes of ecstasy! He kisses her passionately with the undertones of an affectionate intensity. What they possess is not just mere sexual compatibility, but a true and wonderful intimacy. These are the words that he whispered to her in tearful sincerity: I love you. With everything within me, truly, I love you baby. There is no other that captures me. In the rapture of our love, I find peace. In the wreckage of my life on unforgiving seas, you are the angel that cared for me and lovingly reached. You are the life within me; without you, I can’t breathe. You are the lone pink rose that grew beautifully in a desolate forest among many towering trees.

The Affair

With throbbing anticipation under white cotton
he awaits her arrival at his hotel suite for a
weekend of eroticism before she goes back
home to her husband.

She claims she only wants her lover’s cock
to make her constantly dripping longing stop,
but with every thrust, new feelings erupt, and with
every session of fucking, she gives more of
her heart to him.

Every time they meet, she first takes off her ring,
then falls into his arms and passionately kisses him
before getting on her knees to suck the full length
of his erect girth.

Her pulsating pussy receives his cock gladly;
he always fucks her roughly and vigorously,
because when they first met, she told him explicitly
that’s what she needed badly.

At her first fuck session with him, she released her passion
and had waves of powerful orgasms, again and again;
every time they have intercourse, she rides his cock with force
because that is the position she most easily releases in.

Her lover taught her the joys of anal pleasure,
and every time they fuck, he explores her ass with his cock,
as she rubs her euphoric receptive clit with her fingers
or a vibrator.

Before, she never allowed him to cum inside her,
but the more they fucked, the more they got closer,
and in that closeness, rules were quickly broken
without a second thought and without inhibition.

She knows he is handsome and fucks other women,
but her craving for him has no ending; when she is at home
with her husband, she longs for him — touching herself
when she is alone and when she talks to him on
the phone.

Her lover has never asked her to leave her husband
but doesn’t know why she continues to stay with him;
He thinks that maybe she does it for the children
or that she doesn’t want the embarrassment of a divorce
in the company of her socialite friends.

Either way, her marriage is not a part of his daily contemplation;
He gives her what she needs, and likes the passionate sucking
of his throbbing cock that she so eagerly gives on her knees.

She pays for everything when they meet, and she fucks him
in everyway possibly, because he is a well hung lover
who thoroughly satisfies her and with whom she is very familiar;
and also because he is experienced and particularly discreet.

She walks into his hotel suite, and immediately she
falls to her knees and looks up at him with passionate intent to please;
After, he instructs her to take of her clothes slowly
and perform a striptease.

Later, he teases her extremely wet pussy with his fingers
as she whispers, I need your cock now. Fuck me, please. He obliges her longing—
and with every firm pulling of her hair, and with every vigorous thrust,
and with every erotic shuddering, she belongs to him.







Hedone

Lovers share passion that would make Eros and Aphrodite jealous. A woman closes her eyes and heavily breathes from constant euphoric thrusts. With passion, her lover fucks her — his width, stimulating her vaginal walls and bringing ecstasy to her clit. As he is deep inside her, he whispers and kisses her erogenous neck and the beautiful contours of her shoulders. Lasciviously, he asks her if she enjoyed the pleasure of his mouth and fingers. A well lubricated beaded glass dildo in her ass, accompanies the thick circumference of his shaft as they both walk the erotic path. The sounds of satisfaction from double penetration beautifully reverberate from her open mouth; the same mouth that twenty minutes prior, had serviced the large head and shaft of her lover’s cock. Fuck me; don’t stop, is her mantra — and he does, with the passion and enthusiasm of an experienced lover. After she releases, he will turn her over on her back to service her clit with his tongue; along with the glass dildo in her ass, she will again intensely cum. Their uninhibited fucking embodies the definition of hedonism, but still, they are not done. Before erotic completion, they explore many different positions with passionate utterances and deep kisses. The perspiration on their bodies, signals a long sensual session. When they are done, he knows that her pulsating ass and pussy will still feel him and that she has an endless craving that will drive her to self pleasure even just a few hours after. When he’s away, she likes to call him and let him listen to her many self-given orgasms. Knowing that her teasing causes his cock to stiffen, makes her extremely wet. The way she skillfully rubs her throbbing clit and reaches orgasm from anal penetration had been learned by her over a period of several months. She starts by pleasing her ass with slight penetration before fully going in with warm water based lubrication. Her session ends with several waves of intense releases, uncontrollable shuddering, and screaming. For so long, she wanted a man with the girth of a large cock to maintain the euphoria of her pleasure receptive vagina. A hard and rhythmic pounding from behind with her large breasts on a table firmly pressed is what she had been envisioning.

Heat

Firm breasts pressed upon euphoric flesh
leads to a hard circumference that is felt
against elastic wetness that craves to be stretched
by passionate huge pulsating thickness.
Sexual excitement causes nipples to be erect;
Moaning begins from the stimulation of
erogenous zones, including kisses on the neck.
They are lovers who will explore each other
and indulge in the depths of pleasure until they sweat;
Silence falls after uncontrollable moaning,
sensual screaming, and heavy breaths.

Love, Revive Me

The marrow of my soul calls out for loving warmth from the desolate cold. In the sea of sorrow I am unmercifully lashed to and fro. There is no lifeboat; memories of past love is my only prospective rescue. The hypothermia of the cold water slowly sets in, and I am listless — resigned to my fate. In my endless wading, for love’s reemergence I wait, but the moon’s pull causes the tide to rise; I am numb, I am so numb, both outside and inside. My foolish pride I did not cast aside. Why could I not tell her right then and there that if she walked away from me, a part of me would die ? If I must perish from the cold alone, I can at least say that I tried with everything within me to survive, but love is so difficult to find. My perpetual teardrops fall into the deep dark water that envelops me and are dissipated gradually into its dense salinity. The imminence of total immersion is upon me; after the next furious wave of sorrow, I shall be no more. I must quickly transcribe my own epitaph in solemn whispers, invoking passion and recalling intimacy in the warmth of the summer. My sincere letter;

Dear Love,

If you should find my body, resurrect me in the healing of your affection and intimacy. Let me be broken from the shackles of pain and desolation and be set free; let me find an angel who will set me upon her mighty wings as I cry and take me up into the night skies — flying over the dark and deep waters that made naught the tears I cried and from which I was inexplicably revived.

Tonight, My Angel

Tonight, hold me and let me me cry long held tears of pain in my vulnerability. Let your hair brush against my solemn face and kiss me in my weeping. Allow me to find comfort in the warmth of your breasts and peacefully sleep, finally finding my elusive rest. Tearfully, let me tell you all the things that you mean to me in sincerity; let me breathe the breath that you breathe and passionately give you all the love that is within me. Let me wash your hair in the wonderful aroma of nourishing conditioner with chamomile and lavender and blow-dry your flowing river right after. I find solace in the simple things, like watching you roll the length of your hair with curlers or seeing you moisturize your skin with body butter in the vanity mirror. Just your presence alone saves me from mental anguish and its terror. I adore the subtle intimacy of your loving whispers; tell me your feminine secrets, for I am in love with you that deeply. Let me see what you see and feel what you feel in all the ranges of your sensitive emotions, not just when you are happy. With love, you restore the pieces of my once shattered heart, slowly and methodically. What can a mortal render to an angel, save what he himself is and hopes to be? I give you even the marrow of my bones, my heart, and the very essence of me. I turn to you my angel; I turn to you, and you look upon me with gentle eyes. The words I transcribe from the bowels of my mind would have to be written in the ink of white gardenias, crushed rose petals and tears to even begin to describe the deep intimacy of my emotions. I love you with a transcendent love that pierces the clouds and touches heaven’s gates; tonight, my sweet love — hold me, sing to me, and lovingly caress my face.