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Tuesday, 28 February 2012

349 The horseman (3)

I feel his hardness. Pulsing waves take over - yet it's not enough. I need him deep inside me.

His moans roll deep within his throat as his muscles tense and his grip tightens. As I wrap my legs around him he thrusts faster, as deeply as our bodies can yield to one another. If only he could slip under my skin our fusion would be complete, so totally do I want to devour him with my hunger and lust. I feel his hot, creamy juice flow as I suck and pull him with my muscles to keep him inside me.


































Saturday, 25 February 2012

348 The horseman (2)

I'm hot and ready but we've only just begun.

My legs part without thought or command. Animal instinct leads my body. I can barely catch my breath as he slips his fingers inside my warm, soft pillow of flesh. I need to breathe but I can't stop panting. How can this desire take me so completely off balance? His thumb strokes and teases my clit as I lose focus on his needs. I'm so close to the edge already but not ready to fall into the abyss. It's been too long since I felt this way... since a man's touch could move me to forget my name or stop caring what day it is.

I feel his hardness along my thigh as his tongue and lips nibble a trail down my belly and his fingers begin searching deeper, pressing harder. He knows I truly can't stand another minute of this sweet torture. Parting my lips, rubbing and pressing my button, he's no longer gentle but quickly, confidently makes me come. A thousand tiny bursts of electricity flow through my body as my heart stops beating for just a moment. Pulsing waves take over yet it's not enough. I need him deep inside me, feeling my spasms of ecstasy surround and squeeze him. Plunging into me again and again, another wave crashes to shore until he can longer rise above the tide himself. I clutch his ass sinking my fingers into the taut muscle and tightly hold on through the storm.