Lesbian Erotica *explicit*
"I wanna make you moan in my ear."
That was the first nibble of what women are capable of. And maybe not all women, maybe just some... in any case she was a special one. She wore her sex all over her body; it was in her clothes, in her walk, in her talk. She had plans to take this girl places she had never been.
Starting with a kiss on the mouth her voluminous lips dragged over hers. From top to bottom she focused on communicating the way she going to lay her down. She grabbed the nape of her neck and knotted her fingers at the roots. She tilted her head back. Her mouth took full advantage of the space that was just created. In a fluid motion she explored her way from her lips to her ear. Before she departed, she whispered "let me take care of you." A slow and patient path to her neck with tenderness and determination made a moan slip. Check.
It became a treasure hunt. As she moved south, there were two places she needed to stop; one to the east and one to the west. She was careful to allow her tongue the same amount of attention at each destination. They responded well with each flick. They arched with pleasure when pressed against her teeth.
To tackle this treasure hunt she had a strategy. She was going to create a prison to hold her captive. She made her a prisoner of her own pleasure in a place where pleasure becomes pain. She wouldn't stop until she felt her body begging to be let go.
She continued to travel the distance, her hands leading the way. There were many places to stop and admire on that journey. Such a beautiful creature, a woman. So deserving of euphoria.
Once arriving, looking, searching and feeling, she finally found the X that marks the spot. This was evident by the heavy breathing of her prisoner. She began to massage her only escape. There was really only one way to finish her off. She took her finger and penetrated the land she excavated. She didn't let off with her tongue. Right there, she was going to show her what it felt like to climb a mountain and free fall from the top. One step at a time she led her up to her heaven, each breath signaling a step taken. What was it going to take? There. That's the combination. Her legs are shaking. She closing in. Her body is screaming but she lets out only a whimper. There are hands in her hair and her face is pressed. Legs are closing in around her. With a deeply pitted groan, and hips raised, she knew that when they fell so would her prisoner. Dropped. Done. Gold. That's it baby, let me take care of you.
Her Bodyguard
They fevered their lips together
Savages in this blissful lust
Each their own entrepreneur
He lifts her
Firm hold on her thighs
Splashes her against the wall
The ocean wave breaks onto the jetty
He enters her
The water flows into the rocks
She grabs his hair and pulls
"For the love of God"
Her body is flattened
Crushed between two substantial forces
One does not move
The other pulverizes deep inside her
Her breaths turn to grunts
She has lost all senses
A rag doll, a mindless stare
His barbaric actions take over
Pleasure is turning her mad
She gnaws at his forehead
He feels no pain
The ocean unleashes her tide
He lets her drop to the floor
She takes him in
He releases his hot seed
She swallows the offering
He grabs her hair
Pulls her flimsy body to her feet
She barely has enough energy to stand
Orgasms still rippling through her
He tastes himself in her kiss
"You better gather yourself" she thinks
As the elevator 'dings' and the doors open...
~ADayDreamWriter
Crude Human
"Sir, some change please." Cold hands, pink nose. Warm heart, thin bones.
A cardboard sign with hastily scratched writing. Written with a stubby piece of charcoal, filled with the hope of a human.
Yet, this human will suffer from the indifference of others.
Brutal eyes, harsh looks. Walking past the little boy, each carrying more than $100- and no one will spare any.
To hear the rattle of coins in his rusty tin can, to hear the gentle words of hope from others. This, will be the dream.
Of a little boy and his warm heart. With cold hands, thin bones. A cardboard sign-
With written hope.
Evermore
Penance for your thoughts alone,
We live to be buried in a coffin of gold.
'Twas the night your muse renounced,
Our hearts of profit; slim and sour.
Steal the coins that clothe your corpse,
And withdraw the petals that lost it's flower.
These buildings crush and overflow,
With hoards of want we disregard.
For in the end, there's unceasingly so much more;
Misplaced heaps of flesh we love, then ignore.
After Dark©
My mother always told me to be wary of the dark
For it hides the lurking predators
They hunt in the nightfall's shadows
And wait patiently for the perfect opportunity to strike
A dangerous time for the innocent
But still I wander
Knowing that at night, the hungry wolves, disguised as lambs, roam free
Mar
Sunshine, water and soil danced
it was an orgy that bore
fruit, according to its kind.
The sky adorned with soft clouds,
mountains grew beards called pine trees,
hills carpeted with green grass,
flora innumerable
both dazzling and quite strange
colored and painted the land.
If the dance had only stopped.
But alas, soon was born man…
