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Little girl, you could wrap my cock in duct tape, and I'll still make you see God.

I look at him and my body reacts in a way that it never has before, even in the throes of passion. I look at him and I start aching so deep inside it takes all I can to think, to breathe, to speak. He__ like the brightest flame and it takes everything in me to resist its call.I know that if I give in, I__l get burned so deeply, there might be nothing left once I come out the other side.But, god, I want to step into that flame.

We lay that way for a while, breathing together, watching the shadows flicker over the walls and each other's faces. She played with a wet strand of my hair, wrapping it around her finger. It should have been awkward, but somehow it wasn't. I felt something moving between us, like light or heat, growing with every breath.

I moaned then, tilting my head back to give him better access. His hands clamped on my waist, then moved__ne going to cup my rear, the other sliding between us.This__his moment, when it was him and me and nothing between our bodies _His tongue scraped the roof of my mouth as he dragged a finger down the center of me, and I gasped, my back arching. __eyre,_ he said against my lips, my name like a prayer more devout than any Ianthe had offered up to the Cauldron on that dark solstice morning.His tongue swept my mouth again, in time to the finger that he slipped inside of me. My hips undulated, demanding more, craving the fullness of him, and his growl reverberated in my chest as he added another finger.I moved on him. Lightning lashed through my veins, and my focus narrowed to his fingers, his mouth, his body on mine. His palm pushed against the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs, and I groaned his name as I shattered

Fighting with Harper stirred his blood, and walking out on her had only intensified his need, as though the brief separation was more than he could bear. All he could think about was getting back to her. Undressing her. And fucking her until he worked whatever this desperate feeling was out of his system.

I will keep my bulk. All of it, if ye dinna mind. I will have need of it, thank ye." Derrick

She [Bernice] didn__ like anything that had an adult theme, with only one exception, her collection of erotic female memorabilia. They were all antiques, fragments of other women__ sexuality that was somehow easier to deal with than her own.

I hired you for your attitude, and so far I__ pretty happy with my decision. But I__ not sure I can work with you until I__e fucked this attraction out of my system.

Erotic role-play is a powerful sexual outlet which can orgasmically release us from the shackles of convention and normality to express a side of ourselves we otherwise would not have opportunity to convey.

Right on the edge of fear was where trust could grow.

Spiritualizing sex is actually a movement of energy__eeling and emotion__hat rises within you and moves into your sexual physicality as an alive, tender, erotic, or passionate expression. Your bodies move without inhibition so all the energy can flow out of you and between the two of you. You allow spiritual energy to express its dance through you. Sexuality can be a profound demonstration of your love, and especially your freedom, to express and bond. Spiritual sex, then, combines how you express your love with the intentions or blessings you bring to your partnership.

That's what underwear is for, girls, so if an emergency happens you only show your cookies to the people you love.

Reaching for the basket of sex accoutrements, she took a thin, red tube, squeezed some clear gel onto her fingertips and returned to fondle his balls. __hat__ that?_ he asked, feeling a warm, tingling sensation around his genitals.__ou not try before?_ She smiled saucily.He shook his head.__Special for you.

Everything is red, freakin pink, and all heartsy. Everywhere! It__ driving me insane!

Until now, I felt like I had no real purpose in life, I found myself just wandering through the day to day tasks that have no consequence or interpretation to the kind of woman I am. These emotions have been with me for a number of years now, and I often wonder if it has to do with the death of my mother and the suspicious circumstances in which she passed. What is it about Chas that brings new substance to my life?

I need to punish her.You need her. Just her. Nothing else.Ignoring my mind__ voice, I look at my prey. She__ the reason I am the way I am.It__ all her fault.And she__ going to pay.

At that time I also had, for a short while, the strength to bear it. But all too soon I lost external sight of the shape of that beautiful man, and I saw him disappear to nothing, so quickly melting away and fusing together that I could not see or observe him outside of me, nor discern him within me. It was to me at that moment as if we were one without distinction.

Do not shy away from the sensations I create, Cherry Blossom. Take pride in them, as I do.