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The single thought of you, gives me this sudden urge to be with you and to enjoy the sweetness of your soft skin and your exhilarating odors. I mean, the smell of your breath, the smell of the sweat under your arm pits and the exciting aromas harbored between your beautiful, gorgeous tights. But just the thoughts of you are not good enough. I want you with me as soon as possible, so that we can repeat the eternal ritual of bathing you with my tongue and rediscover every single one of those fragrances. I want to repeat that delicious route of kissing you, starting with the back of your neck, only to stop at the precise moment when you hold my head, keeping me from reaching your knees.
I want to be with you and celebrate you presence with simple caresses; the kind of caresses that would go unnoticed if they were done in the middle of the street, in broad day light, but gain a different meaning and dimension when they are done by the candle light or in the semi-darkness of the bedroom.
I want to be with you now and forever. May soul was caught by your affection and your body lightens up mine. I want to smell all the pours of your skin, as if you were a garden in bloom and my lips had taken the shape of a hummingbird. My darling, loved and adored one, I miss you so much. In your body, I want to sense the smell of nature, like the force and the energy you can sense in the woods after summer rain.
A kiss from yours
Add a comment May 5, 2007
I want you at all times. Sometimes I wish I could have you glued to me, well kept in my body like a tattoo or a piercing. I would like to feel you very close to my skin, making my hair stand on end at every hours of the day, as if I could feel the warm breeze of the sea.
I want you more and more. I often have erotic memories of you and I hurry to get home, to take a bath and put some perfume on, only to welcome you with all the freshness of my skin, but with all the warmth of inner body. I love to feel you inside of me; I love to feel your virile member slashing my skin, like burning iron teasing my desire.
I have visions of you on top of me, riding my hips, making me moan with pleasure with your vigorous and precise movements. I love to feel the dense and warm liquid of your pleasure run inside my body. I love to feel that you are my male, protector and master of my body. A vigorous man but at the same time, a defenseless little boy, relying on my arms and the warmth of my thighs. I love in when you fall asleep in my arms, resting your head on my shoulder for countless minutes, after having irrigated my flesh with your abundant semen.
I like the taste of your saliva when you kiss my mouth and I like the warmth of your breath when you kiss me between the tights… (Ah, you know very well where I love to be kissed!). I love your kisses more and more, your cuddles and your strength. And I’m writing to you to tell you I miss you too much.
Love and lust, lots of
2 comments April 27, 2007
Whenever you want me, I’ll be with you. Next to you, under the covers, glued to your soft body, and willing to satisfy your most secret wishes, and also those your shinny, naughty little eyes can’t hide, much as you try to disguise it.
Every time you want me, I’ll be by your side. I’ll be turning you into the most spoiled (licked and kissed) pussycat in the world). And it’s not only because I love you; it’s because you are beautiful and elegant like a cat; when we make love, you can almost copy the same excruciating moans of those little naughty pussy cats that enjoy the moonlight on the roof tops.
You don’t even have to show me your claws, because, every time you let your hair down, it reminds me of a cat’s tale ready to receive her male. You always remind me a cat raising her hips and meowing with pleasure. That’s why I always want to be with you, because I feel like the ideal “animal” to invade your magnificent, flexible body and extract the best it has to offer.
I love penetrating you. And feel your little eyes close, your pubic hair standing and your tights opening to receive what you like the best, that part of my body you love the most, the part that gives you the most pleasure, that makes you feel like the most cared and loved pet in the planet.
Pussycat, it doesn’t matter if it’s not full moon tonight. Today, I just want you to know that I can’t wait to make you feel like the most loved pussycat in this world, be it lying on soft pillows or in the dark alleys of the big cities.
A kiss from
Add a comment April 23, 2007