Venez plus près de moi, viens plus près. Je vous promets qu’il sera beau.
was a little bit drunk
unbuttoned her jeans
ran her nails across my hip
knelt at the end of the bed
kicked her panties aside
licked her inner thigh
danced side to side
breathed on her sex
took hold of my hair
nibbled and teased
writhed and danced
quickened my pace
, and shook
, and shivered
, our embrace
, through the night
i like to have a girl slither, with a snarl on her lip, climb up to my hip, and take my morning hostage.
i want her skin, her scent,
to tie me up, wrap me around and hold me down, down, and then
take my cock inside her, and grrrrip me to shreds.
there’s a large rug on the floor in front of the fire. several blankets. scattered pillows and cushions. and you. naked, entangled in them. entangled in me. i look into your eyes and touch your face. i kiss you. we melt together. we make love. and we make real, our love. everything, everything is natural and connected. familiar. you breathe my skin and i twirl your hair in my fingers. lay on my chest and hear the fire crackling. this world, this snowed in world, is nothing but warm. the fire, our skin, our being.
yeah, i’ll run away with you, to there.
I had a dream, about a giirrl named Karla. It was a sexy, sexy dream. In this dream, Karla was naked in a pool, but she was shy. I went to Karla, and kissed her knee. She must have liked being kissed on the knee, because she let me push her legs apart. Karla’s pussy was shaved, and was quite large. Her lips were swollen and red, and she looked quite delicious. I kissed along her thigh, but when I got to her pussy I woke up.
Since I woke up with a hard-on, I pressed it into my partner’s back, and woke her up. We fucked, hard, for about ten minutes. I like wake-up sex, and so does she. I didn’t tell her about Karla, and her red swollen pussy lips, because she is also friends with Karla on Facebook. We’re both friends with Karla’s fiance too.
I think I’ll keep my dream about Karla a secret. This is the third time I’ve had a sex dream about her. I hope there are more.
From her vantage point, Rachel could see him more clearly this time. He was cooking over an open fire, which now shed more light on his bare chest than the fading light did. Just like the past three days, he was alone, and there were no signs that anyone else was with him in this secluded part of the forest.
She was lost in watching him.
Who was he? Why was he here? And what was it about this stranger that kept Rachel coming back to hike the same mountain trail, day after day?
During the past two nights, Rachel had awoken from the most erotic dreams. This man, this sexy, shirtless, all-alone-in-the-forest man had invaded her dreams to such an extent, that Rachel would wake up with her fingers already invading her sex. She awoke while touching herself the same way the stranger did in her dreams.
She’d felt nothing like it before.
She dreamt of the back of his hand across her cheek as her tucked her hair behind her ear. She dreamt of his rough fingers under her skirt, as he pressed her back against a tree. Rachel even dreamt of the smell of the open fire in his hair, as he kissed her neck.
Rachel wanted to find out more about this intoxicating man. No, she didn’t just want to, she needed to.
walk like wine, fine, and
talk with luscious lips, divine.
spark desire, fire, and
take our love to places, higher
fuck like a cut snake.
you writhe and bite and scratch and swear, and
your venom poisons me to love you, more.