Tag: Sensual

  • Oral Fantasy

    He sleep’s at peace in the quiet meadow, the soft breeze blowing the long grass softly against his body.

    She walks gently, removing her shoes, stockings and lace panties as she goes, making sure to not wake him.

    Smiling down at the Man who she had only just met at a family dinner last night, who had smiled at her with that glint of mischief, she had acted like a Lady and pretended she didn’t notice.

    Sitting down gently so her thighs were on either side of his face and her wet lips were positioned over his mouth.

    First his arm’s came up and locked her thighs in a tight grip, he took a deep breath and groaned, his eyes opened and locked with hers.

    A deep growl rumbled from his lips, she felt it all the way up into her chest and her nipple’s stood out in response

    He opened his mouth and began to suck and lick her lips and throbbing clit, at first hungry and wild, then soft and teasing, his hands holding her thighs with strength that she knew would be glorious bruises tomorrow.

    When he allowed her to cum it was explosive and she whimpered, her head thrown back, his tongue thrusting into her to drink her completely.

    They had not spoken a word, his hand lifted to her face and stroked her chin, his thumb tracing her lips and slipped inside, she sucked it softly her eyes Dreamy.

  • Playing with a sub πŸ’–

    Strokes him on and off for about half an hour.He loses track of time, becoming a mass of feelings heading to the edge, the frustration of it being withheld…His head thrown back, the delicious throbbing veins in his neck and his manhood standing out like ropes…Right here is My best part❀️

  • Dick Pic’s

    Hey I adore your dicks as much as any Women here, thick, thin, short, long veins bulging, hairy, smooth..yes please.

    But, for this Woman, please add your hand holding it with determination and strength, your arm with the muscles or veins, hairy or smooth, your chest, your shoulders ones us woman love to rest our heads on, one with the outline of that sexy dick in shorts, jeans, a suit etc… so much more erotic πŸ˜‰

    A Man’s photo that has his arms and hands turns Me on, hands that have known hard work lined and hard, the contrast to a woman’s softer one’s, a writer’s hands that write words to seduce me, arm’s that I want to circle me and own and protect, as well as restrain, add his eyes that seem to look into mine and I melt 🫠
    His chest makes me want to run my fingers up it and curl into him with my cheek against his heart.

    Show Me those photos and I am captivated.

  • Rose Petals.

    As softly as a rose he traced her, she opened for him like the petals opening to the sun.

  • A Kiss πŸ’‹

    A pair of lips brushing softly over your lips, the feeling of another person’s breath rushing over your mouth mixing with yours.

    The rush of sensation as your lips connect and are crushed with his, that giddy rush of endorphins that race through your body, making part’s of you tingle and throb.

    The best kisses are when you feel his hands holding your face, one hand reaching behind your head to pull your hair down so he can trail his lips down your neck, then hungrily capture your lips again.

    I adore kisses.

  • The Sea, a lover’s touch.

    A secluded beach, she stripes down to nothing, walks slowly to the edge of the water, the hot sand filling her toes like a lover’s fingers only to fall away with every step.

    The cooler sand at the edge of the water is where she sat and lay back, the hot sun warming her body and the sand like a hard bed on her back.

    She closed her eyes and waited, the water washed up in waves, it began by caressing her feet, sliding up her legs and between her thighs, then slid back into the ocean taking some of the sand beneath her bottom and legs, moulding her deeper into it.

    The next wave travelled further, caressing the sides of her breasts with cold water while the hot sun beat down on her exposed nipples.

    The last wave covered her completely making her hold her breath, it fanned her hair out over the sand and as it left to slide back into the ocean, she was left wet and moulded into the sand.

    She lay there and waited for her lover’s touch over and over, the never ending waves obliging as her mind wondered to where He was.

  • A Woman is Fire.

    A Woman is fire πŸ”₯ She is unpredictable and interesting, She can warm your heart and body and burn them just as fast.

    She is born to nurture and give all of herself and in doing so She risks everything, and yet She does it again and again.

    One day She will see that all She is and all She gives is worth so much more than She could ever have imagined.

    She is Strength and a burning flame πŸ”₯ that never really goes out, it just needs the right match.