She rises from the pool
Dripping
Gleaming in the moonlight
Shakes crystal sparks of water
Carelessly from her hair
Then casts aside a shadow
Sits and lets the gentle breeze
Caress her
Enfold her in its loving embrace
The unseen watcher
Clenches his fingers
Holds his breath as she arches her back
Offering her breasts to the silver fingers of moonlight
Slips a hand down beteen her legs
And begins a slow
Langorous teasing
(cont. . .)
Showing posts with label afterglow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label afterglow. Show all posts
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Creative Juices
"Fuckbunny Mode"
It made me laugh when you said I was in "Fuckbunny Mode." ^_^
I think it helps my writing. And my writing helps FBMode. Kind of a pleasantly vicious cycle. AND I had a major breakthrough in my novel. Even though it's not a smut book. Wowza. Cool!
I have to say, that tracing of my slippery slit with your thumb or finger -- just a hint of penetration -- yeah that was a Good Thing. :)
When I sucked you clean afterward, I could taste my own tanginess on you.
I guess it really gets the juices flowing
It made me laugh when you said I was in "Fuckbunny Mode." ^_^
I think it helps my writing. And my writing helps FBMode. Kind of a pleasantly vicious cycle. AND I had a major breakthrough in my novel. Even though it's not a smut book. Wowza. Cool!
I have to say, that tracing of my slippery slit with your thumb or finger -- just a hint of penetration -- yeah that was a Good Thing. :)
When I sucked you clean afterward, I could taste my own tanginess on you.
I guess it really gets the juices flowing
Monday, July 16, 2007
2 Rounds
Peter and I decided to go for 2 last night. I have to say that THAT was fun. I lost track of exactly how much fun I had. And Peter said that Round 2 was quite "different." Interesting.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Thawing Out
It's fucking cold here. Again. Being all horned up yet again, I needed Peter to warm me a bit with a snuggle before we got down to business.
How can it feel so fresh every time after 20 years of scrogging, I ask you? I mean, really.
Peter sat with his back against the headboard and I leant up against him with that glorious pocket rocket in my right hand. The coconut oil is still my favourite for glide factor, and the buzzing is just so damn good. Lying there in Peter's arms, against his warm chest, I really began to thaw out. I could feel twin points of heat blooming on my cheeks, and my clit was swelling pretty seriously in response to the vibe. Michael Buble was crooning in the background, followed by a hot song from The Thomas Crown Affair - some of my favourite sex music.
It felt like I had 3 or four mini orgasms before the big one hit, which was, of course, followed by several others once that hair trigger was activated. Yumm. Just fucking yummmm.
I slid down off of Peter, turning over to take him into my mouth, already hot and stiff. Unable to resist, I straddled him and rode him, moving my hips to get him on just the right spot inside of me. I was plenty hot now, and peeled off my tank top so he could stroke and grab my breasts and rub my nipples. I couldn't help the juices that started flowing then, but I didn't want to anyway. I don't know how many times I came. I can never keep track when there are so many. I switched back and forth between teasing little bobs that brushed my G-spot against his ridge, and hard, downward slams that drove him deep up into me. Fuck.
When I had finally spent myself (if that's the right term for a chick) he flipped me over. It's good that I'm flexible, because he lifted my legs, and folded me in half so that my knees were at my ears and my ankles up over my head. What an angle. As he drove into me, I came again. And again.
It never gets old. It's always fucking wonderful.
How can it feel so fresh every time after 20 years of scrogging, I ask you? I mean, really.
Peter sat with his back against the headboard and I leant up against him with that glorious pocket rocket in my right hand. The coconut oil is still my favourite for glide factor, and the buzzing is just so damn good. Lying there in Peter's arms, against his warm chest, I really began to thaw out. I could feel twin points of heat blooming on my cheeks, and my clit was swelling pretty seriously in response to the vibe. Michael Buble was crooning in the background, followed by a hot song from The Thomas Crown Affair - some of my favourite sex music.
It felt like I had 3 or four mini orgasms before the big one hit, which was, of course, followed by several others once that hair trigger was activated. Yumm. Just fucking yummmm.
I slid down off of Peter, turning over to take him into my mouth, already hot and stiff. Unable to resist, I straddled him and rode him, moving my hips to get him on just the right spot inside of me. I was plenty hot now, and peeled off my tank top so he could stroke and grab my breasts and rub my nipples. I couldn't help the juices that started flowing then, but I didn't want to anyway. I don't know how many times I came. I can never keep track when there are so many. I switched back and forth between teasing little bobs that brushed my G-spot against his ridge, and hard, downward slams that drove him deep up into me. Fuck.
When I had finally spent myself (if that's the right term for a chick) he flipped me over. It's good that I'm flexible, because he lifted my legs, and folded me in half so that my knees were at my ears and my ankles up over my head. What an angle. As he drove into me, I came again. And again.
It never gets old. It's always fucking wonderful.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Like a Fucking River in Flood
I'm fucking glowing.
I find it so fucking hot that after 17 years of marriage, we are still on our fucking honeymoon.
I still crave your hard cock splitting me open (OMG I am so wet for you) thrusting into me, fucking banging me, filling me.
I'm a little shocked at how much liquid I can produce as you pump me. It's like you turn on my tap or something. Smoke, Baby; Smoke, Baby. Or maybe Float, Baby; Float Baby.
I've been too busy glowing after sex to post for quite a while. But no more. I must let you know the extent of my appreciation. I feel so well reamed, so filled up, so thoroughly fucked I can't stop grinning. I'm wet all over. I had to mop up my legs with a towewl when you'd finished with me, and the one under me was soaked. My tank top is drenched with my come on one side. I know you're basted in my juices, too. I can't believe how many times you made me come even after you were finished. Fuck, it was good. I can't even do it justice yet, I'm so busy glowing. Float, Baby; Float, baby. . .
I find it so fucking hot that after 17 years of marriage, we are still on our fucking honeymoon.
I still crave your hard cock splitting me open (OMG I am so wet for you) thrusting into me, fucking banging me, filling me.
I'm a little shocked at how much liquid I can produce as you pump me. It's like you turn on my tap or something. Smoke, Baby; Smoke, Baby. Or maybe Float, Baby; Float Baby.
I've been too busy glowing after sex to post for quite a while. But no more. I must let you know the extent of my appreciation. I feel so well reamed, so filled up, so thoroughly fucked I can't stop grinning. I'm wet all over. I had to mop up my legs with a towewl when you'd finished with me, and the one under me was soaked. My tank top is drenched with my come on one side. I know you're basted in my juices, too. I can't believe how many times you made me come even after you were finished. Fuck, it was good. I can't even do it justice yet, I'm so busy glowing. Float, Baby; Float, baby. . .
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