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enjoy3somes: The girl with the collar seems to be getting “the treatment.” (via )

enjoy3somes:

The girl with the collar seems to be getting “the treatment.”

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enjoy3somes: beautycollector, followed for your love of lingerie.  Keep up the good work!

enjoy3somes:

beautycollector, followed for your love of lingerie.  Keep up the good work!

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mydarkdirtysecret: “Shhh,” he whispers in my ear as he slides in behind me. Careful not to startle me, lest I drop our lunch all over the cold tiled floor; he embraces me. Long, supple fingers splay across my belly; skin on skin. My body visibly relaxes back into his, I feel his warm chest pressed against my back; welcoming. My bottom gently brushes against the front of his boxer briefs, as I discover our unending bedroom romp this morning has done nothing to sate his desire. I want to let out a moan at this discovery, revealing how much I love what his arousal has done to me, for me, but he had asked me for silence. A vow I fear I may break as warm lips find their way to that spot on my neck. The no-no spot, and he are longtime friends; their familiarity often brings me to my knees. Which at this moment began to shake in earnest from the velvet brush of his mouth. A rattling sound alerts me that momentarily our lunch will indeed find it’s way on to my pristine tiles. He must hear it too, for without letting up on his assault, I feel the weight of the pot lift from my hands and clatter onto the stovetop. Sneaky digits seek out the warmth emanating from low inside my panties. Elastic snapping, sounds in my ear as those finger breach my delicate waistband. The pressure of his body against my back controls mine forcing me forward against the counter. I almost yelp when the chill of the countertop makes contact with my skin, but I hold strong to my vow. Insistent, his body bows mine at the waist without words. I bend easily to his will. His hot tongue licks a path to my earlobe, he nibbles then bites just enough to make me wince, but not enough to hurt. His hitched breath tells me how this game is affecting him, he speaks. “I woke up, you were gone.” His tone slightly hurt, and very needy. I know he knows I only wanted to rest our tired body’s and feed our energy, but something about his touch and tone tell me there is no reasoning with him. His need is clearly in the drivers seat, making him desperate. I nod. “I needed you,” his voice dripping with anguish. I nod once more, one hand making it’s way around my body to touch his. I slip my own fingers down past the barrier of his own waistband and grab his thick erection swiftly. Showing him without words that I want him, I need him, I desire him just as much. Last bits of material are shifted over silken skin with extreme haste. He can’t wait any longer, fingers so agile even in such desperation they glide over my right leg before bending and lifting it up on to the counter. The toes of my left foot barely touching the floor, he places his leaking head right there at my entrance. He remains still for just a moment. The moment is so small, so miniscule, so insignificant in the vast expanse of time; yet it is torturously slow to my mind and body. My pants are coming faster now, I want him and he isn’t where I need him to be. I peek over my shoulder, the look on his face is all I need to understand. I wasn’t there when he needed me. I offer a small smile and he returns it to me. His thrust is sure. His thrust is strong. His thrust is everything and more. My body his, my will given. He fucks it away, hard and fast our pants matching in pace. His grunts fevered, wild. He fucks it away, my body shaken and aching. The blinding light behind my lids and the tight constriction of my dripping pussy tell me his assault was about to make my body sing the delights of the heavens. I cum so hard I am thankful his hands are around me to steady my swaying body. His grunt is deep and low as he shoots hot inside me. I am bestowed a sweet kiss on my shoulder from those sinful lips, and we remain like this for a moment, an hour, a day? Our body may be hungry but our souls are quite full. © mydarkdirtysecret 2011

mydarkdirtysecret:

“Shhh,” he whispers in my ear as he slides in behind me.

Careful not to startle me, lest I drop our lunch all over the cold tiled floor; he embraces me. Long, supple fingers splay across my belly; skin on skin.

My body visibly relaxes back into his, I feel his warm chest pressed against my back; welcoming. My bottom gently brushes against the front of his boxer briefs, as I discover our unending bedroom romp this morning has done nothing to sate his desire.

I want to let out a moan at this discovery, revealing how much I love what his arousal has done to me, for me, but he had asked me for silence. A vow I fear I may break as warm lips find their way to that spot on my neck. The no-no spot, and he are longtime friends; their familiarity often brings me to my knees. Which at this moment began to shake in earnest from the velvet brush of his mouth.

A rattling sound alerts me that momentarily our lunch will indeed find it’s way on to my pristine tiles. He must hear it too, for without letting up on his assault, I feel the weight of the pot lift from my hands and clatter onto the stovetop.

Sneaky digits seek out the warmth emanating from low inside my panties. Elastic snapping, sounds in my ear as those finger breach my delicate waistband. The pressure of his body against my back controls mine forcing me forward against the counter.

I almost yelp when the chill of the countertop makes contact with my skin, but I hold strong to my vow. Insistent, his body bows mine at the waist without words. I bend easily to his will.

His hot tongue licks a path to my earlobe, he nibbles then bites just enough to make me wince, but not enough to hurt. His hitched breath tells me how this game is affecting him, he speaks.

“I woke up, you were gone.” His tone slightly hurt, and very needy.

I know he knows I only wanted to rest our tired body’s and feed our energy, but something about his touch and tone tell me there is no reasoning with him. His need is clearly in the drivers seat, making him desperate. I nod.

“I needed you,” his voice dripping with anguish.

I nod once more, one hand making it’s way around my body to touch his. I slip my own fingers down past the barrier of his own waistband and grab his thick erection swiftly. Showing him without words that I want him, I need him, I desire him just as much.

Last bits of material are shifted over silken skin with extreme haste. He can’t wait any longer, fingers so agile even in such desperation they glide over my right leg before bending and lifting it up on to the counter. The toes of my left foot barely touching the floor, he places his leaking head right there at my entrance. He remains still for just a moment.

The moment is so small, so miniscule, so insignificant in the vast expanse of time; yet it is torturously slow to my mind and body. My pants are coming faster now, I want him and he isn’t where I need him to be. I peek over my shoulder, the look on his face is all I need to understand.

I wasn’t there when he needed me. I offer a small smile and he returns it to me.

His thrust is sure. His thrust is strong. His thrust is everything and more. My body his, my will given. He fucks it away, hard and fast our pants matching in pace. His grunts fevered, wild. He fucks it away, my body shaken and aching.

The blinding light behind my lids and the tight constriction of my dripping pussy tell me his assault was about to make my body sing the delights of the heavens. I cum so hard I am thankful his hands are around me to steady my swaying body.

His grunt is deep and low as he shoots hot inside me. I am bestowed a sweet kiss on my shoulder from those sinful lips, and we remain like this for a moment, an hour, a day?

Our body may be hungry but our souls are quite full.

© mydarkdirtysecret 2011

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