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Same procedure as every year... A Happy new 2024 to all my followers!
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It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 馃コ
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Favorite snack, always hungry.
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A broad smile facing me, sparkling eyes, a keen intellect shining through and a shape that would make a monk reject faith for the sin in her. I lose my train of thought as my eyes involuntarily slides over her, taking her in and I only come back to reality when she repeats her question. I blush and stutter slightly giving her my answer, slightly ashamed over the instant attraction I feel for this marvelously beautiful person. She smiles back at me, something in her eyes, the way her lips curl as she talks, how her eyes linger on me while talking, mutual attraction? She quickly and efficiently check me in and grab the electronic key from behind her and as he reach out to hand it over her finger gently slide along my hand, a brief almost accidental touch, but ever so sensual. I look up, meeting her gaze, staring straight into me, smiling warmly with a flicker of fire in her eyes. "It's dead here right now so I'll show you to your room" she says as she walks around the counter coming into full view. She's stunning, that body hugging, knee length, black pencil skirts leaving over to seamed nylons covering her perfect legs. She trips with experience in her Louboutin SoKate's as she steps ahead of me. Her white blouse is almost sheer and her hair is in a sloppy bun, strands waving as she walks towards the stairs. Her rear waving ever so slightly, intoxicatingly tempting. Her hand hanging down brushing over her hp and thigh. Is she playing with me? Even is she isn't she's driving me mad with her sensual allure. I watch her intently as she walks up the stair ahead of me, that black thin fabric stretching across that perfect bum and shapely thighs, the back slit of the pencil skirt moving slightly, the seams along her calves drawing lines up into infinity. I drink up every moment, her presence arousing, seductive, engulfing. As she stop at the top of the stair I'm so lost I walk into her, my full, aroused, body pushing in to her from behind. Her head turns and I stop breathing as her perfect red lips breaks a smile I see across her shoulder. I think she's talking to me, but all I hear in my head is the hard throbbing of my boiling blood, feeling faint, following her and nodding, having no clue what she's saying. She leads me to my door and opens it, then retreats back down to her desk, as for myself, I go straight for a long cold shower...
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The streets are cold and dark as I quickly walk through the night. The icy rain is hammering down, quickly soaking me. I walk familiar paths, remember sunnier days when you walked beside me. I stumble, step aside put a hand against the brick wall for support. My breath is catching. I realize where I am, I was leaned against this very wall what seems ages ago now, and you where there. I was standing just like now, you in front of me pressed against the wall, looking up into my face as our lips met, hands exploring you. There was passion, desire, a spontaneous hunger now extinct. I can almost taste your lips, how sweet and soft they were, when they still hungered for me alone. It was raining then too and I remember how the thin fabric clung to your breasts and how they, as always, took my breath away. I shake my head, try to focus, cold raindrops finding their way inside my collar, running down the spine. But the ice caressing my skin could hold no comparison to the cold fist squeezing my heart. I look into the night, gone, she's really gone. The images of her in her new lovers arms burns in my mind as I stumble through the puddles aimlessly just running away from the pain.Rushing down the street I stop at a lamp post and sobbing I whisper to no one "I wanted you dammit" as my fist hits the post. In my mind feverish images of you, us engulfed in each other, bodies intertwined. We had a magnetic pull, a bond, there was a fire silently raging whenever we were close. Now there is silence, polite gestures, awkward silences. I keep moving through the cold darkness swearing to myself, I was a fool, such a fool.
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I lean back in my office chair rubbing my temples, strained look on my face. It's been a long day and I badly need a break and disconnect for a bit. You walk in and see the look on my face, the perfect secretary, always so attentive and aware, ready to fulfill any and all duties and complete any tasks assigned to you. "You should stretch your legs a bit and get your blood circulating" she says looking over at me, evaluating. I smile, look back at her, something about her always attract my eyes, drawing them to her. That classy style she dresses for the office, always with a hint of sensual and seduction, yet keeping it strictly professional. She leans in slightly over the desk putting down some files for me to look over later and my eyes are immediately drawn to your unusually deep cleavage. Catching myself I pull back slightly, embarrassed, meeting your gaze to see if you caught me. You did, your eyes meets mine, but there's no scorn there, just a smile, a sparkle of mischief. To distract myself I follow her advice and rise from my chair and walk around the table, walking towards the seating area where all refreshments are. You swing around and follow me, close behind and when I stop you "accidentally" bump in to me, your hand landing on my hip, your chin against the back of my shoulder. You don't back off though, you lean in and rest your head fully on my shoulder while you slide your other hand around me to rest on my stomach. To dismiss any doubts or questions I might have you press your red lips against my neck and kiss me, finger tops sliding inside my shirt between the buttons. I turn around placing my hands on your waist, pulling you in against me, knee riding in between your legs, your knee long pencil skirt straining against me. Your hands rub up over my chest, one hand reaching my neck, your nails tracing lines across my skin making goose bumps appear. You step back, smiling, the mischief in your eyes replaced by something entirely different. Your hand still playing at the back of my neck your other hand slides up my chest and grab my tie, pulling me with you as you start to slowly dance away backwards in your heels towards the couch. My hands slip from your waist down to your hips, feeling your hips sway with every step, a wicked smile spreading across your lips. As you calves touch the sofa you briefly let go of me, hiking your skirt up a bit, revealing the welt of your ultra sheer black nylons and the end of the garter straps. I look down, watch the wonderful view on display for me and arousal instantly takes hold of me, this is no game, you play for keeps. You look my gaze and seductively undo a few buttons of your blouse, revealing your black lace bra and more of that lovely cleavage, then you grab my tie again as you fall back into the couch, pulling me with you, down on my knees. Holding my tie you pull me in over your lap, running your fingers through my hair and after what seems like an eternity finally speak again. "You should eat something before you back to work again, Sir", she says in a husky voice as she throws her head back with a soft giggle. I slide my hands up the inside of her thighs, pushing her legs apart more, the slick nylon under my fingers, my eyes sliding over her luscious body and reply "You know what, I think I might just" as my head bows down and my lips goes hunting for her gift.
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Sitting on her knees waiting. Every little sound magnified and every sense on alert. His finger caressing her along the edge of the blindfold, so gentle, caring, wanting. His finger tops touching her skin sends shivers of anticipation through her body. She wants this, want him, so much. Her perfect red lips eager to taste him, waiting for his permission, silently awaiting so ready to feel. His finger reaching her lips, a tender touch, promising everything she wants so much. Head bowed, hands on her knees, he whispers into her ear the one word she longs to hear; "Mine".
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lip biting hair chewing red lips hunger desire longing looks sultry touches black lace pale skin whispered sweetness playful sin
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Red lips like the fire That consumes my soul That flames my passion Makes me lose control Red lips of desire Enticing my mind Seduce me with ease The look divine Red lips forever A signal to my soul Calling for passion And for yours I'll give it all
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A mild breeze, the sounds of the city playing like a love song to Paris. Looking up at the Eiffel tower and instantly she is filled by sweet memories of the previous evening. She remembers the fear and the erotic desires mixing as he touched her at the top of the tower, pressed against the railing and the abyss beyond. Goosebumps, body reacting, desire growing again. He walks up behind her, puts his hands on her shoulders, they both look at the tower. She turns around, dropping the sheet that was shielding her and taking him into her arms. The fire is instantaneous, lips meeting, emotions flaring, passions running hot. She leans back putting her arms behind her on the window railing, his arms around her waist holding her. She wraps her legs around him, arches hear back and lean far back, out the window as he enters her. The traffic passes them, the horns covering her moaning, people walking underneath them having no idea about the lovers above them consuming each other with insatiable desire. Breathless, shamelessly they consume each other and spend themselves not caring about a city full of potential spectators knowing it's just a first in a day full of many exploring the city side by side.
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The view from the top of the Eiffel Towers is breathtaking, and for you, quite literally preventing you from breathing. Your fear of heights is crippling you, heart beating hard and fast. You stand there, frozen, feet planted firmly and refusing to take another step. I close up behind you and put my hand over your eyes, my arm around your waist and whisper calmly into your ear, slowly, step by step walking you forward. You reach the railing, me pushing up against you from behind, pushing you up against it. Slowly I remove my hand from your eyes and as I do you gasp hard, rail back, but you can't move, my body holding you captive. You instinctively spread your hands out and grab the railing, knuckles whitening, your body trembling. Fear fills you, but also, surprisingly, another sensation taking hold. Feeling me pressed up against you, people around us, the swindling height and you feel excitement building, danger, lust. My hand slides up from your waist, under your open crop top, find your breast, starts playing, feeling you, but also how your heart is racing, now for more than one reason. I'm discrete, tourists around us, not noticing as my fingers feel your nipples stiffening under my play. "Don't be afraid, show me you're a good girl, I'm here to protect you" I whisper, and you know it's true. You want to close your eyes, but you force yourself to keep them open, looking down, a bad mistake, your breathing quickening. You feel my hand stop playing with your breast, moving down, finding your thigh, the skirt hem. I curl my fingers and start pulling the skirt up, finding my goal, taking what I want from you in your defenseless state. Your minimal lace panties offers me no resistance, and neither do you. My arms pushed against the railing by your body My fingers starts playing, working you, pushing you. My voice calmly whispering in your ear how much I like my good girl playing nice with me. You are overwhelmed, the fear of the height, the arousal, adrenaline pumping, heart revving hard, my fingers invading you and the weight of my body pressing against you, towards that endless void in front of you. You can't hold back, you can't resist, and you don't want to, craving this torture I put you through, knowing if you break I would instantly sweep you away and shield you from the view. You climax for me, I can feel all of you spasming, biting your lip hard not to alert the people around you of what is happening to you. I enjoy every shuddering wave of your body, knowing I made this happen to you, gifting you this sensation. Moments passes, the real world rushing in again and I gently turn you around, away from the danger, from the void, and I put my arms around you, making you feel safe and secure again, sated, near and I lean in and kiss you, whispering "Thank you".
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We were at the door, ready to leave for a night out dancing and having fun when you suddenly turned around. You put your hand on my chest and smiled your most wicked smile as you pushed me back. Without and hesitation or shame you slid your hands under your short dress and deftly pulled your panties down and then let them fall to the floor where you kicked them aside. "Ok, now I'm ready" you said with a twinkle in your eyes knowing how you'd have my absolute attentions, and forbidden caresses, all night. Unable to resist the temptation my fingers brushed up the inside of your thigh, eager to verify what my eyes had just witnessed by my own touch. I found you willing to accept my verification as you leaned back against the door, moving your feet apart to allow me full access to you. Hungrily I leaned in and found your lips to kiss them as my fingers caressed your other set. I was losing myself in the moment, one of the endless ones we always found each other in, always tempting and pushing each other, when your hand slid down on top of min. You took my hand and pulled it up to your mouth and holding it brushed my fingers against your lips while holding my gaze with yours. Naturally I tried freeing my hand to continue what I had started, but you held my harm firm, again smiling and said "Sorry my love, you'll have to wait, it's time to leave..."
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We are seated, enjoying our meal which is quite good. We are both about to enjoy it so much more though. The conversation is shifting over different topics, as always, lighthearted, easy flowing, natural, always with a slight sexual overtone and selected innuendo. As always I'm drowning in your eyes, enchanted by that soft, sensual, voice of yours. Casually I pick up my phone, look at the screen, flip to the right app and grin, still online, it's time. You look back at me, recognizing that hungry grin spreading across my face, steeling yourself for what you know is coming. Looking into your eyes, never letting you break contact with my loving gaze my fingers starts to move slowly across the screen, in my mind they are caressing your lips. You gasp, lean back, placing your hands flat on the table, defiantly staring back at me. This is a game we both love, a game of breaking, of giving, a game of pleasure. I know your body, your limits and I know how to push them. I know exactly how that Dolce affects you and how to push you to the edge, bring you back and then get you back and push you over it. As I expertly play with the remote control app I watch your pupils dilate, your breathing change, involuntary moans and gasps escaping your beautiful lips. I force you to engage in conversation, slipping in key phrases, erotic triggering phrases, mentally teasing and stroking you as my fingers play. From other tables I'm sure people find me rude sitting with this stunningly beautiful woman and still focusing so much on my phone, little do they know that you want nothing more at this moment than me riding your lust using it to its full potential. Pushing you, further, increasing tempo and intensity, using both engines, you start to break, mouth open, whimpering, enjoying what I do to you, loving "my touch", my desire to touch you, my insatiable hunger to satisfy you. I can tell you are there, in desperation you grab the napkin and bite down on it, to avoid screaming out your climax to the restaurant. I snigger, smile, feeling myself strain hard against my paints from the excitement and pleasure of watching you struggle. "Please" you finally beg, over sensitive, stimulated, spent. Your eyes half closed, biting your lip, hands trembling, "Please!". I slowly pull the controls down, let you rest, put down the phone upside down and reach out to take your hand in mine. "Ready to go" I ask and you laugh back your reply "No, not just yet, I can't..."
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Such sweet sensations rising from within Watching you dreamily My perfect little sin You're the seduction I want and need The sensual injection That makes me want to breathe Within your presence So calming to my soul I sense your love And it makes me whole
>[Thoughts]< Few things are as arousing and sensual as the (intentional) accidental glance of her nipples, so feminine, beautiful, desirable. You can't help but want your finger to gently brush over them, maybe even dare to let your lips play? It's something personal, very intimate, and catching a sight, even being invited, has an immense impact on your psyche.
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When I'm tired and weary I just want you near me When all is said and done I just want you around Forget all the games they play This is where I want to stay Within your arms Within this safety At peace In this moment of silence
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