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Short Story in Progress (Twitches and Throbs)

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Good morning, sexy. Hope you had a restful sleep and that your dreams awakened you to the presence of me. Eyes open, heart racing, and that perfect dick in its hardest state of waiting. Knowing that if you close your eyes and release your mind, every inch of you becomes mine. Again.

My little note for Franco would surprise him when he started his day. Franco always began his mornings at his desk with a newspaper, coffee or tea, and CNN on the television. This morning, he would have one more thing to think about. Last night.

I captured Franco in his sleep. Both of us were tired.  Long days, busy schedules, and little time to breathe. I encouraged him to go to bed early even though he invited me over after dinner. Spending an evening with him was always beautiful, but watching him sleep was bliss. Something about the softness that settled upon his face, and the quiet that hid behind each breath. Strength and power live in his core, but Franco’s innocent tenderness becomes my weakness.

A few hours after he had succumbed to deep slumber, I snuggled closer to him, inhaling his sleep scents. Gentle musk blended with fresh linen. I felt tension travel from my thighs to my stomach. My quiet hand moved from his calf to his inner thigh where it waited, while my eyes fixated on the snuggled lump that would grow into fully extended pleasure. As soon as my hand grazed the flap of his shorts to rest on his chest, I saw it twitch.

Dick twitches make my clit throb.

Short Story (in progress)

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This is an excerpt from my first erotic short story.  EnJOY!

 

I was wet. I checked. Tempted to massage my clit to orgasm, but I feared falling out of my chaise lounge.  Exhibitionist, no. This wickedly horny feeling invaded me, making me crave his touch. The morning had been consumed with back and forth emails and texting.  All it took was that one sentence to light my little flame, deep inside my stomach.

You make me so hard, Ms. Delacroix.

My immediate response did not mirror the blowing bubbles, bouncing and bursting inside of me, nor my giddy girlie smile.

“Mr. Washington, it was my pleasure.”

With eyes closed and sunshine burning my cocoa skin, daydreams and fantasies secured me, but my body’s yearning betrayed me.  Kegels are the best internal exercise a woman can do. All I could do was squeeze and release, and imagine his hard dick and thick sensitive head kissing my tender petals.  He called my pussy a Plumeria.

 

plumeria

 

Haiku Heat #32: Awakening

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Living_in_Harmony_with_Nature

Tongue tastes ripe nipple

Hard head rubs fat swollen clit

Sex juices wake her

Licking Flames

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flames

Piercing moist lips between my teeth

and caressing the silky King duvet

Franco removed my clothes

One piece at a time

Taking full control.

 

He gradually unleashed intentional dominion

To cage  my composure

Unwrapping licking flames

Tempting and tasting

Organically vulnerable, naked truth

In pearl-sized translucent drops

Between parting lips

That only discourse

Through intercourse

Would consume.

 

Waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Franco’s warm lips rimmed in frisky whiskers

Kissed a path from my collar bone

To my bare baby soft mound

Marking his territory

Staking his claim

Tongue-teasing my swelling delicacy.

 

Shivering

In his heat

Trembling anticipation

Accusing my body

Of what my lust was guilty for

“Please, Franco.”

Mouth betrayed mind

Stuttering

“Mmm-make lovvvvvve to meee.”

 

Captivated in kisses

Franco carried me to the window sill

Each breath shared

Until the cool of the glass

Blanketed my back

Stealing my own air

And libidinous wanting charged

The magnetic space between us.

 

Franco’s hands palmed my hips and butt

Introducing his throbbing head

To my clit no longer in hiding

I wanted to push into it

Onto it

Massage it with my wetness

But Franco’s power sedated me

Into a hypnotic blur.

 

“I’m going to fuck the sweet nectar out of you.

Then give you recovery time while you sleep.

When you awaken

I will make passionate love to you

And fall asleep in your wet residue.”

 

“Franco, take it the way you want it.”

He covered my mouth with one hand

Pushing my head gently against the window

And lifted my leg up

Until my ankle rested on his shoulder

Wide open and ready,

A pussy-soaking masterpiece

Ready to be painted on the walls

of Suite 1124.