This is (probably) the last blog God Plz keep me away from computers don't let my fingers go astray plz i beggggggggg) I'll be busy entertaining the love of my life STEVE, use ur imagination ohhhhh haaaa GOODBYE.Farewell to all the comments- To everything we knew... Goodbye to all the gossip And drama we've been through.
Goodbye to all the good times. I'll hold them in my heart And try to think about them While we're thousands of miles apart.
Goodbye to empty friendships And all the promises we made. We can still read blogs and profiles As our memories start to fade.
Goodbye, sleepless nights & days Farewell typing, webcam, & ym And those nights we stayed up chatting... Remember, it was always about ‘them’.
From the door to the BED Stretched for miles in his head And the thoughts that it fed Were led back to what he said, But what he said mattered less As towards the bed he progressed To where she lay there undressed Back pressed on the mattress.
Culmination of fear subsiding As she felt his hands sliding To the places she had been hiding Her open legs now so inviting He said lay down relax And her hands reached for his back There was no more turning back The only option to climax The only sound that she could hear Him breathing faster in her ear So she drew his body near To hear the sounds he made more clear
As their bodies moved like poetry She whispered, “Give it slow to me. Do everything you know to me.” And he could feel her body’s energy. A synergy in motion In and out just like the ocean Losing thoughts in the commotion Lust driving locomotion Her body starts to shake How much more can it take? Scratching skin until it breaks His back looked like it got raked
It’s a muscular contraction Fed by a chemical reaction Causing a physical reaction Followed quick by satisfaction Their bodies in need of healing Staring at the swirling ceiling Still naked and so revealing Getting caught up in the feeling
From the door to the bed Stretched for miles in his head But the lust that it fed Would always lead them back to bed.
My body’s made of triggers so please don’t set me off. You’re hands are made to rig them, you wanna get me off. Resistance is running low, but it doesn’t matter all that much I’ll just stay far away, cause it’s all over once we touch.
Electricity runs through me and my legs can’t help but spread Thinking of what you’ll do to me as we fall into my bed It’s a trap, I’m no fool, but its already set in motion A loss of self-control as you drown me in your ocean
No I can’t let that happen but the safety’s off tonight The trigger’s cocked and ready – I’m looking for a fight. If I avoid your touch I know I’ll be alright But the trigger’s cocked and ready – I wanna shoot tonight.
The night slips into early morning and coldness slowly creeps in. You tempt me... Oh how you tempt me. I long for you to warm my body with your strong hands, once gentle hands that are now urgent, almost forceful in their exploration. Unforgettable hands, followed by soft, demanding lips that smooth the path of fire, left by hands that make me melt. Passionate lips, followed by a body that could fulfil all of my carnal fantasies, and do more than those lips, more than make me moan.
I ache, deep inside, for you to cover my body with yours. A body that makes me tremble in anticipation of what you could do to me; of what you could make me feel. Should I make a move? I'm not sure. I want to but something holds me back. Invisible arms restrain me while my internal struggle continues. I'm wary, shy, and a little scared. I've dreamt of you. Should I stay with my dreams, in a relatively safe haven, or should I venture into the unknown, and test reality against the eroticism of those dreams. Will you think me a fool if I do? Or worse. wanton and easy because I have taken the part of the aggressor.
I've never done so before, but I'm afraid this chance might slip through my fingers. It's been such a long time, and still, I hesitate. You're near...I can feel you. Just the thought of you makes me hot, makes me yearn for all pleasures forbidden. My adrenaline rises, the closer you come, making my heart beat faster. My stomach clenches, my body tenses, and your presence restrict all movement and thought. You intimidate and fascinate me at the same time, but I still hunger to feel you around me, crave to feel you inside me, to be fulfilled in a way only you can accomplish. My desire knows no bounds. Or, if you must, call it lust. I care not.
My hands, lips, and body tingle at the thought of treasures not yet discovered...hands that were meant to touch, caress, and stroke...lips that yearn to linger over your most sensitive areas, kissing, licking, and sucking...and a body ready and willing to be receptive to all thoughts and actions you wish to reveal or explore. I want to revel in exploring what is unknown to me. Never before have sensations overcome me. I want to lose myself where nothing intrudes but the pleasurable sensations of an erotic encounter.
Can you do this to me? I think so. I think my decisions have been made. Whether or not you are receptive to my advances...I have to try...I must know. I want you.
Come here, my dear there is no need to fear I just want to taste your skin make you shiver breathe you in Let me brush your lips with mine no need to hurry let's take our time as we lay side by side staring in each others eyes I'll wrap my fingers in your hair pull your head back, leave your neck bare I'll pause and admire the sight before i lean down and slowly bite into your tender flesh so soft and so fresh don't worry dear i'll lick the blood up there won't be a mess.
Oral sex can be so fine When you're in a 69 First you start to shake and shiver Then you cum like a river When its finished don't complain Just lick your lips and start again.
Holy mother full of grace Bless my boyfriend's gorgeous face Bless his hair that tends to curl Keep him safe from all the girls Bless his arms that are so strong Keep his hands where they belong Bless his dick the one I sucked Bless the bed in which we fucked And if my mum happened to walk in Bless the shit that we'd be in
The guy says i love you You belive its true 9 months later, He says the hell with you The baby is a bastard The mother is a whore All this wouldnt have happened If the rubber wouldnt have torn
Sex is when a guys communication Enters a girls information To increase the population For a younger generation Do you get the information... Or do you need a demonstration
Roses are red, Violets are corny, When i think of you Ohh baby i get horny, Eat me, Beat me, Bite me, Blow me, Suck me, Fuck me, Very slowly, If you kiss me, Dont be sassy, Use your tongue and make it nasty!
Softly, he massages my back with lotion in one hand. He works it into my skin like a potter molds pottery.
I softly moan as he works out the kinks from months and years of stress. He turns me over on my back lathering up my front.
He slowly moves his hands lower to my ample, plentiful breasts. Kneading the lotion in like a baker kneading dough.
Gathering up both watermelons in one hand, he leans in, to plant his hot tongue on my erect nipples. Electrifying waves shock my very core.
Moaning loudly, licking them rapidly, juices well up in my hive. His other hand explores down my legs finding my inner thighs.
Stroking gently, playfully; moving closer to my closed flower teasingly and enticingly.
Moving my hands down to find his manly package. I already find it at attention. Reaching, I start the engine.
Hearing my lover roar, I rev it more. I feel his manhood pulsating through my delicate fingers as he suckles my breasts like a newborn babe. Sweet nectars build up inside ready to explode.
He asks "Are you ready?" I simply nod, yes. His fingers explore my inner petals as the rose finally opens.
His smile is like the sun's rays as his stinger enters me through the petals. I gasp in pure passion as his key slips into my well oiled lock.
Thrusting back and forth as he sets me free with desire gliding his bow back and forth each chord striking the heart.
I sing metezzo soprano as he plays me like I am his personal fiddle. Together we make beautiful music.
His instrument becomes more intense as we both sing out together. His flute deep inside me sending out notes of pleasure.
Our duet finally ends as the orchestra plays and we take our standing ovations. Anxiously awaiting the encore.
