Rough and ready

Lie your body next to mine,
I want to feel your familiar
hands on my skin. I want you
to feel the heat escaping
between my moistened lips
and the places between our
thighs. Confine me and caress
the base of my spine from the
inside. Ground into my hips
like morning coffee. I want
to feel each throbbing motion
until we succumb to our
passion’s desire. I want you
to be rough baby, I am eager
and ready for the next round.

*For Day 4, #naughtynovembernoir, hosted by @elle12368, @bluelotus.kamikazeheart, @__got2haveit, @wild.cherry69xo and moi



You caught me staring at you today.
Well not exactly staring.
Longing, rather.
Lusting. Hoping.
Fucking you in my mind,
tracing your rough stubble
with my eyes and wondering
what it would be like to learn
your body’s topography
with my eager hands
and impatient tongue.

My sweetest destruction


I swear, he was plotting my destruction.
Electricity coursed through my body each time his tongue parted me enough to reach where he wanted me to be. He would toy with me, just slightly slipping his hardness between my throbbing folds, his thumb circling my clit between each excruciatingly slow thrust. Impatience bested me in ways I begged against, but what can I do? I wanted more. I ended up heaving his name into the pillows and sheets beside me. “Look at me until you cum,” he demanded, his hands anchored in my hair. I kept my gaze right up until he released my lips from his kiss, as we screamed each other’s name as we exchanged gasps of air and murmurs of release. I live for these intimate dances for two.