“PUSH!! PUSH!! HARDER!!”, she screamed so loud that his insides started to match her frequencies. She couldn’t help but to moan louder and louder as he pushed harder and harder. His efforts didn’t satisfied her. She thought he was not giving his best.

They were together there for the past few minutes, their interest matched as they both didn’t wanted to do it for long. She wanted it to be a smooth experience not like her previous encounters, they were all rough and exhausting. But this time, it was also starting to become robust and stinging.

He pushed it harder more and more, nonetheless he was a man, strong in his actions.

He had to do what she had asked for, fulfilling her desires and put his best so that it gives satisfaction to him after he comes out and see her.

Even she did everything to pull it in, to pull harder as if she was some vacuum. She moaned every time he pushed,” AHHHHHH!!”. They both were done, they had perspired a lot. But still no sign of satisfaction flashed on either of their faces.

He thought to give it a last chance. He had a feeling that this time he would do it, he’ll be able to bring a smile on her face.

He took a deep breath and said,

" Just one more time and I’ll do it.

We can do it.”

He gave all his powers and might into it. She screamed the highest pitch this time,

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”

Pain and Pleasure both got mixed.

They both were successful in opening the jammed door, they did it. FINALLY!!!

By: Adin

8-28-19

At first, it’s just a casual graze.

Then comes a timid tickle around the rim,

that quickly begs for another.

Forbidden, yet no longer suppressed,

the tickle gives way to blatant thrusts,

each arriving with increasing hunger,

growing evermore forceful,

pushing,

harder,

persistent and skilled.

Her inflamed skin buzzes

with penetration now so deep.

The tip plunges with purpose

into the warmth and darkness.

She quivers, hard moans,

at the mercy of each stroke.

Just a little deeper!

Probing and hot,

rough,

wet,

the tip searches,

prodding ever deeper

to find that one spot

of scalding release.

Soon, she’s completely overtaken

with seizing senses

by pleasure that cripples her reason;

pleasure that sees in triple and quadruple.

The tip, now saturated

and, slowly withdrawn,

appears ravaged

by the most stubborn chunk

of imbedded earwax.

Freshly extracted, finally,

she could get on with her day,

with the calm of release.

It feels good cupped in my hand, rounded, swollen, as though the slightest squeeze might burst through skin aching for relief. I can feel innocence lost as I pluck it away from Momma’s heart-strings. I go ahead and give a gentle pinch to test, not afraid of its juices, but rather excited by the prospect of a squirt of relieved pressure.

Fingernails in the vanguard rake over chilled and dimpled skin... once, twice, pushing... digging, forcing their way, but the skin is supple and strong, holding them at bay. Teeth follow after, excited to finish fingernails’ incomplete work. Teeth grab and hold, the skin itself bitter but promising, incisors directed by careful, patient muscles, muscles wanting to break the skin, to taste the life flowing underneath without immediately destroying it, the muscles wanting some time to savor their sweet victory. Once through, teeth heed the call to halt. The canines, the carnivores inside are disappointed, anxious for action themselves, wanting to dig in hard, and to own the meaty flesh... to taste it, to swallow it, to make it theirs.

Lips encircle the tiny piercings, wet skin on skin, pressing so that the mouth can suckle, and the tongue probe the leaking wounds. Juices bubble to the surface, sweet, young, ripely flowing juices. Teased, the mouth sucks harder. Eager, the teeth clamp down. Hungry, the fingers rip and claw, tearing the skin away to reveal sugary pulps protecting life giving seeds, the pulps held together by transluscent sinews and the sticky-sweet blood, and it is done. The consumption of its loins is complete.

If I am what I eat, than I am now this... the tenderest shoot, a most beautiful blossom, the womb holding the seeds of life... a juicy orb of Florida sunshine.

It is a good thing to be. The fingers greedily pluck another.

I gripped my fingers together, interlacing them with a firm cupping, bringing them to my swollen and red hot lips. The sweat pours off my temple, down my neck, and across my bare chest. I had torn off my clothes in the heat of the moment, hating that I had to pause the sensations that tittilated and ravaged my lower belly. I feel another wave as I force myself hard against the rock hard surface, gyrating as my muscles contracted against my will, letting the sensations of relief and shame fill me as I leaned back limply, vulnerable in my exhausted state. My heaving breast roas eand fell in the heat. With an effort, I shouted to the heavens, “Honey! We’re out of toilet paper!”