| Carrie Champagne - Erotica |
Breathless Metamorphosis I can't keep my hands still against the cool linen sheets instead they stretch each finger luxuriates catlike as they press nerves into sensation. I can't stop my touch wandering closer heat beckons fingertips with warmth and promises pleasurable wetness. My metamorphosis so sudden, from hand to tongue, the tip twisting infinity around juicy sustenance, served on platters of pelvis and hip. Offered without reservation and taking much more. I don't want my fingers to stop the pressure; swollen, burst, splash of scalding heat over my belly and dripped along the crease to spill over into amazing. |
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Red Pulp Underground
| To The Man outside My Window I have a problem with this; (heavy-lidded eyes loosely shuttered to conceal improper views from the reflection in the mirror); I see you. I know your want when fingers weigh the strip of blind just enough to be mistaken for the evening wind -- I hear leaves whispering the sigh of footsteps' tread, where you crouch. I get that you want my hands to slide along this silky basque and release these gartered stockings, lovingly caressed along my thigh until brushed against the satin of panties, musky with feminine sensuality. I'll keep this on for you; we'll lift my breasts above these ivory cups and imagine, exactly, how my berried nipples must reply to each telepathic kiss from lips against the sash. My panties drawn to one side in restrained liberation for one French tipped finger to explore as I close my eyes and you open your mouth to taste the air my sighs ride upon. |