The effects of last night stayed with me today…
Heavy breasts, soft and round, fill my hand. Nipples tighten as lace grazes dusky pink tips.
Rounded belly dips and flares to womanly hips begging for strong hands to grasp and pull, knead and bruise.
Back arches, bends. Lips part, face upturned, eyes close in rapture.
Silky smooth labia part, blood flows, lips swell. Throbbing, aching need builds.
Musky, earthy scents fill nostrils. Sighs escape. Liquid heaven drips down full thighs, parted, waiting.
Whimpers, sighs, moans escape. Sounds of pleasure fill a lonely corner of the world.
My arousal waits for no man or woman. A need to fulfill, a yearning to indulge, I find release.
Erotic poetry. Love that last line.
/blush…thanks. 🙂
You know… it’s funny. Maybe funny isn’t the word… but I see you going through some of the same patterns I did when my heart was broken. I love how orgasms help.
It may be a pattern…I learned to orgasm and masturbate through my last heart break – even though, I wasn’t able to admit that it was over at the time…
I can’t control the direction of my relationship or what will happen in the future with a man I love desperately, but damn it, I can control my own body, my own sexuality, and my own orgasms…
So yeah, I can see orgasms as a way to mend a broken heart…