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A Naughty Girl Party and Masks

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black mask

Ms. Fire, one of my closest friends, hosted a naughty girl party featuring my Shamelessly Sensual Erotic Toys, Lingerie, and Erotica collection. I planned to share some steamy, erotic poetry and hopefully turn some new customers on to my debut line of sex toys and lingerie.  As I was displaying my products and talking to Ms. Fire about flavored oils, she peeked into a black boot box that she had placed on the couch.

Ms. Fire smiled and said, “Morena, my black box has a little surprise in it, and I got it just for tonight.”

She lifted the lid to display the contents, and to my surprise, sexy masks filled the box to the brim.

“Whaaaat are you going to do with those, you freaky little devil?” I was trying to conceal some of my mounting excitement.

Ms. Fire put on the mask with a orange and black feathers that brought ferocious appeal to her fiery eyes and purred, “Sweetie, these are for us to wear. It will help my girlfriends squash some of their inhibitions. They’ll be more open to exploration because I believe masks give a false sense of security and a bold sense of freedom.” Ms. Fire handed me a leopard mask, and as I reached for it, my fantasies tickled the tips of my fingers.  I couldn’t put my mask on fast enough…

Haiku Heat #32: Awakening

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Tongue tastes ripe nipple

Hard head rubs fat swollen clit

Sex juices wake her

Devoured Power on Franco’s Flokati Rug

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Eleven candles
Illuminate darkness
Fire crackling
Saxophone melodies seduce us.
Our bodies paint
Sexy silhouettes on the city view
Where reality and noise reign
Beyond Franco’s wall of windows.

Before initial contact
Slow intentional moves
Feeling the heat of each breath
Pulling me into his embrace.
The kiss, gentle touching
Nothing wreckless or sloppy
Unexpectedly, tongues meet
Savoring each other’s flavors.
Gentle lip biting
Our lovers’ faces
Merge like intricate fibers of silk
Beautiful, new, delicate.
Franco pulls my waist
I cup his face
in eager hands
Sucking his warm wanting tongue
A sexual preview
What I can’t wait to do.

Franco pushes me against the wall
Cold chill
Passionate thrill
He is taking it all
Ripping the buttons
from the front of my dress
“Yesss, yessss, yessssss,”
Franco grips my breasts
And pulls each lacy cup down
To allow their freedom
And his access
left to right
simultaneous attention.

I can’t stand
Legs like candle wax
He feels me going down
Gripping my hips
Biting my lips
Snatching my wet panties
Drip, drip, drip.
He lays me on the warm Flokati rug
Morena, baby, I need your sweet, sweet nectar
He licks each drop
As my legs melt into the fabric
Rendering me powerless.

He kisses my inner thighs
To give me seconds to find my breath.
His tongue tempts my clit
Fingers exploring my heat
Emerging with sweet wetness
Licking his fingers
Sliding up my stomach
Kissing my mouth
He takes my breath
In sync with his own
And I feel his hardness
Tantalizing tango between my lips
Feel that?
“Franco, fill me up.  Don’t tease me any longer.”
He pushes slowly
I feel the head of his strength
It slides in
I grip
Hands to the floor
My walls around him
In farther
“Mmmm, Franco.”
Morena, it’s so warm and so tight,
I could marinate in you all night.
Feel this? 
“I feel that, pulsating.
Fuck me.
Love me.
Take me.”
Franco lifts my hips
Throws my legs over his shoulders
And masterfully penetrates me
Captures my treasure
And devours
Any power
I thought I had.
And shattering
Love’s boundaries.

Inspire Me for 30 Days, Day 13

Franco’s Submission, Part 2

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Franco stretches his arms up

To palm the slippery walls

Of the steamy shower

I squat and grab his calves

Looking up into the darkness

Where his jewels sparkle

And his hardness drips a mixture of water

And liquid pleasure

Slowly my hands slide up Franco’s thighs

Mmmmm, Morenaaaaa, don’t stop!

“I am just getting started.

Be still.”

I bury my face where his thighs meet

My destination

Lips and tongue welcoming all of him

As shower water tickles my back

and I swallow the goodness

of Franco’s vulnerabilities

Protected by invisible walls of passion

Blood pulsating behind thin skin

in a thick chamber

I grab it with one slick hand

“I need you to fill me up.

Take over every inch of my being.

Make each of my clenches be in vain.”

Franco glides down to the floor

Almost as if in a lover’s dance

In sync

I join him

And present my treasure

To his

With legs locked around his waist

Our heads collide

In a spiritually divine wave

To drown with the heat

Of the water

That sizzles

With flaming skin

“Let me take you all the way in,

Again and again.”

Inspire Me for 30 Days, Day 11

Franco’s Submission, Part 1

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 Bubbles from the jacuzzi jets
tickle my skin
kneading tired muscles
like Franco’s firm touch.
I close my eyes
While the rolled towel cradles my neck.
You look so relaxed, Morena.
“I am replenishing my strength
For what I plan to do to you, Franco.
Get out of the jacuzzi,
Go into the third stall,
Leave the curtain halfway open.”

Not opening my eyes
But clearly seeing him step out,
steamy skin
puddles faithfully following him
the familiar sound of sliding curtain rings
from the shower room.
I wait just a few moments
giving Franco’s water time to heat
he likes his showers hot.

I abandon the warmth of my refuge
standing still
recollecting my focus
and wrapping my wetness
I gingerly walk,
almost cat-like
towards my anticipated conquest
Franco’s complete submission
without granting me permission
where he gives in, willingly.

The third stall
soapy feet 
and quiet aromas of musk
welcome me
beckon my presence.
Gazing into his fiery eyes
Wild eagerness unrestrained
and betrayed by his extended hardness.
My towel falls freeing my carnal intentions
stepping into his soapy sauna
I push him back,
“Don’t move, Franco.
Stand against the wall
Keep your hands up.
I will do all the touching
you will do all the feeling,
y acabaremos juntos,
and we will 
come together.”

Inspire Me for 30 Days, Day 10

Mr. Sweet

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Mr. Sweet
invites me every Sunday morning
and I gladly walk
2 houses north
where the paint
is new
with palatial Picasso
Mr. Sweet’s
culinary sophistication
is beyond description
Tantalizing arrangements
drawing attention from neighbors
like droves of ants
invading picnic crumbs.
Mr. Sweet’s Sunday Breakfast
in November:
Cinnamon tainted pancakes
Drizzled in warm maple syrup
Eggs too fluffy for a fork
Spicy grilled sausage
Pineapples, blueberries and melons
color the kitchen
the way a fall rainbow
eases the gray from a cloudy day
Distant fireplace crackles,
Jazzy tones and aromas waft
through our sunlit corner
Sprinkles of laughter,
fiery glances,
 and tension
our Sweet Sunday.Mr. Sweet likes to spoon
with me
after breakfast

on cozy, cottony sheets.
We slide into position
double dipping into the middle
his bed willingly embraces us
inviting a second meal
of soul-satisfying
I love
Mr. Sweet.Inspire Me for 30 Days, Day 9

Haiku Heat #8: Nasty

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A nasty Haiku
Pussy palpitations win
Can’t write sex like this

Haiku Heat #6: Kiss

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Tongue tango in text
yearning to feel your soft lips
lighting my sex fire