Can you feel all this energy?
Like I was made for you
Our verves interweaving, binding us as one
I need you to seize me, consume me, and reawaken me with your essence.
You’ve possessed me, Bathe yourself in my desire.
Take it, I’m all yours.


Bent over the kitchen counter, skirt ruched around my hips you peel my satin knickers from my sopping cunt.
 “I need to take your temperature. The probe will slip into your meat and let me know if you are ready.”
You spread my legs; teasing my clit with the head of your leaking cock. You find my entrance and nestle yourself there but you do not enter yet.
You just wait and every time I try to push back, to take you into my hungry pussy you slap my butt till it’s rosy and tears glisten my cheeks.

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Tender Lover

To my General who inspired this piece. Thank You.
You climb into bed behind me, spooning me. Sliding your hand up my thigh, hip and waist till you cup my breast and start fondling it while kissing and nibbling my neck & shoulder.
Me reaching behind to find your growing hardness and slow and gently stroking you till your rock hard. Continue reading


My Fuck Me Friday is a little different this week. It has risen from a conversation I had with the lovely Mina of At Longings End about men in suits. I love Mina’s blog so make sure you check it out afterwards and don’t forget to go support all the other Fuck Me Friday writers via the link at the bottom of the page to the beautiful Aisling Weaver’s site. 
Below is only my side of the conversation as that is all I have licence to publish, but you know, I think it’ll be enough ;)

Men in suits…yum! Slowly taking their ties off, unbuttoning their shirts, belts *sigh*
And then of course those ties and belts have use in the bedroom too
And when they unzip those suit pants…

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The dildo fell to the floor with a heavy thud.
“I suck at this!” I exploded.
He casually picked it up and walked to the bathroom to wash it off.
When he came back into the room he chuckled at my vexation and held out the dildo to me.
With only a groan of frustration I rolled and pushed back onto all fours.

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There had been a definite beat to it. A music to back up the sound of my voice and his in a duet of passion.
A symphony had been in the room with us, filling our ears as his hard thrusts had pressed my head to the bed head causing my neck to be at a weird angle. Continue reading


“What you doing?” he asked walking into the kitchen.
“Whipping the cream for the cake” she replied frustrated as his hands gripped her waist playfully pressing their bodies together.
“I see” he breathed against her hair.
“Except I suck at it” she admitted letting the bowl clutter to the bench, “the cream isn’t thickening.”

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