Popsicle Lust ~ Gothic Erotica
Right now I am...
Meticulously scraping the last vestages of paper from
my confection of choice,
I grin wickedly at thee,
my voyeuristic lover...
As our eyes meet,
ye guess my intent...
I watch as thy member springs alive once again...
MMMMMMmm...
Tearing the wrapper from my popsicle~
I toss it to the floor.
I smile...that wicked smile for thee~
You are sitting across the room,
watching my actions...
thy fingers straining to get thy zipper down..
needing to play in thy curls.
I am scrunching up my long flowing,
black silken night dress...
you notice I am wearing that
black leather thong,
and smile back at moi,
licking thy lips as thy drool
flows~
I part that lusciously studded thong,
allowing thee a view of
my moistness...
using my fingers to part my frilly nether lips,
exposing my inner pink folds to thee...
I sigh softly~
and bite my lower lip...
then lick it teasingly~
I am watching as you part thy trousers,
displaying to full advantage,
thy burgeoning manhood;
I whimper in lust...
Let me see more lover....
I beg of thee~
take thy member in hand...
for moi...stroke its smooth length,
rub that thickening knob!!!
I watch,
mesmerized,
as ye give in to my desire,
and stroke your hardness,
whilst watching my actions.
..
Ye note with smug satisfaction,
I am parting my thighs further,
my passion fueled by thy relentless stroking!!
You are gifted with the sight of my nether lips,
spilling their copious seepage to my thighs and derriere!
I moan softly,
making deep eye contact...
as we continue to entice each unto the other,
masturbatory action in full view...
what a treat!!!
I take that melting popsicle,
and lick the dripping juice into my mouth...
lapping noisily upon its length,
then plunge it into my mouth to suckle wildly...
ye are now tugging on thy lusciously engorged flesh,
keeping in time to the motion of that juicy little confection,
as it slides in and out of my mouth,
coating my lips in cherry juice...
I look at thee,
smiling,
my mouth stuffed...
withdraw it...
and ask sweetly...
want some?
You repy,
barely able to verbalize...
Yesssssssssss, please....
I plunge that icy confection into my moistness,
twirl it round and round...
coating it good,
with my own sweet nectar,
then rise...
and saunter to thy side,
and slide the cherry delight betwixt thy lips...
Ye suckle greedily on my spillage...
and the cherry dribbles that have also collected.
I moan in delight,
watching as your hand moves furiously first up,
then down,
thy rock hard, one-eyed jack.
...
I notice a bit of spittle forming on his little
drooling entrance...
I giggle seductively,
and love how ye squirm in my view...
May I taste of thee lover?
You groan huskily and answer...
My gawd, yessssssssssssssssss...
You take that popsicle into thy mouth and swallow the last
of my juicy essence,
as well as the cherry confection...
watching with half closed eyes...
you toss the stick to the floor...
and wait...
I kneel before thee~
Ohhhh my gawd.....my sweet goddess...
ye moan aloud to moi...
feeling me slide betwixt thy thighs.
Desire frosts thy lips,
now pink from thy suckling.
I dip my head lower,
to take thy waving sword deep into my mouth,
raising my eyes to yours,
now open...
my mouth stuffed now...
fully I engulf thy rod of lust~
My long scarlet nails,
bite gently into thy thighs to hold you to me lips...
I begin thrusting thy manly member into my mouth,
then withdrawing its nectar coated head...
I smile up at thee...
(I know I am being verrrrrrrrrrry naughty here, giggles...)
then continue to lap and suckle on that lovely helmet of
flesh.
my aren't we juicy.....,
I giggle softly.....
You are moaning loudly...
curling thy toes in desire...
I feel them teasing my ankles~
I continue to work thy stiffening flesh,
sloooooooooooowly,
and deliberately.
..
suckling that lusciously bulging helmet of war...
then using my teeth to nibble my way to that
sweet smelling root flesh....
I stop a moment...
and bury my face and nose into thy heated flesh,
inhaling that glorious male scent of yours!!
Gawd....my sweet..., ye do smell luscious!!!!!
My quivering woman's flesh is by now dribbling to the
floor,
its spilt creaminess collects at thine own feet,
as I grind against thy feet...
my mons and frilly lips stroking thy ankle
and instep~
You look down,
watching me...
nose buried,
body gyrating against thy feet...
and burn inside...
You want more....
You weave thy fingers into my raven lockes,
and rise me to my feet...
bringing my lips against thine...
burning a trail of kisses from my pale cheek to my lips.
I moan against thine lips...
as the pressure builds from deep within my loins...
that delicious tension...
tying us both up in knots...
Gawd, Milady...I want thee.....
I want thee tooooooo, cum here Milord.
You place my thighs...
on either side of thine own muscled flesh...
I groan in delight~
I feel the tip of thy smiling member
pressing against my drenched nether lips,
then in one swift motion,
ye bury thy trembling sword deep inside...
my velvety muscles grips thy thrusting flesh...
to the hilt.
..
teasing its length as you work my silky nest of lust...
with thine staff of might...
using thy hands to grip my derriere ye manhandle me good.
Up and down...
grinding round and round...
we move to the beat of our hearts...
faster and faster..
we join....flesh~
Time slides past...
we are caught up in this spiraling heat...
my pulsing flesh locked over thine own burgeoning member....
in unison, we pulse from deep inside....wildly....
and with no thought of tomorrow...
we near that silken web,
drawing us past that point of no return,
Le petite morte...
We are near spilling our nectar...
I feel thy derriere and jewels tightening...
as my naughty fingers reach down and caress thee...
you STUFF me well lover..
Ohhhhh Milady....gawd you feel good.
I caress thy cheek now,
and lean to kiss thy lips
as contact reaches maximum productus...
we peak again and again...
my woman's flesh frosting thee with my creamy essence...
Again, we kiss deeply,
our tongues entwined...
breathing as one...
I am risen up,
then down,
then up again...
tightening my entrance to heaven
around thy male essence each time ye withdraw...
slippery with desire I am,
you glide in and out with ease...
building again and again,
that sweet tension from depths within~
I moan against thine lips.
...
as thy wicked sword rakes across my secret spot....
razar sharp pangs of pleasure slice across my womb...
ye sense this and rub harder,
deeper...
faster...
I am panting now...
Ohhhhhh myyyy gawd, Milord do me... harder!!!!
Ye buck thine hips,
thrusting harder now...
deeper......
hands rising my derriere upward,
then downward....
my pulsing flesh mashed against thine mons....
your meaty member is in sooooooooo deep~
You feel that delicious mounting pressure,
to explode....
as I do...
it grips us hard,
this feeling of spiraling tension~
I moan aloud..
give it up to me Milord.....
I want it.....
I want thee.....
omgggggggg NOW.
Ye,
being the dutiful lover that ye are....
and with a loud roar of desire....
give up thy heated seed....
deep into my velvety little nest~
I feel great gobs of creaminess squirting me inside,
bathing my inner folds to overflow...
our spillage amplified by the spasms of passion we share.
Our lips are locked....
we moan against each other...
mmmmmmmMMM....
soooooo sweet.....
oh Milord... yesssssssssssssssss.
We collapse against one another...
flesh pressed close...
my ample bosom against pecs of steel,
and I sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh softly~
The spasms gently subside...
we embrace tightly,
our lips still locked.
...
and murmer sweet little nothings to each other....
MMMmm lover...oh geeeeeee....what a delight.....
gawd Milady.....you are sooooooo juicy,
give me your tongue....
I slide my tongue into thine mouth again and again....
delicious aftershocks rock our flesh,
and gooseflesh rises....
thy member still hard...
still stuffed inside my heated 'lil kitty....
we roll to the floor and lay,
flesh pressed close...
breathing as one...
lips still locked~
Gawd how ye please me....
Memories Mount
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