Jaw clench. Halting breaths. Eyes squeeze shut.
Back arches. Breasts heave. Sheets fall to the side.
Fingers stroke and caress. Juices flow.
Knees spread wider. Heels dig into mattress. Sheets tangle.
Moans. Squeaks. Grunts. Growls.
Finally, screams fill the space as release is found.
Welcome to Masturbation Monday, y’all! Short and sweet for me today, and for once, I actually used the prompt. Need something more than a tease? Click the image below and check out the rest of the smutty goodness.
Great poem, Kayla. I enjoyed it very much ☺
Thanks! It was all I could think of…guess we know what’s on my mind. 🙂
i want more!!! delicious imagery!
LOL, thanks…and now you know how I feel. 😉
If if ends in screams… it’s gotta be good 😉 Short and sweet but just as delicious as usual 😀 !!
That’s sort of how I look at it. Screams are the best. 😉
If our bed could talk oh the stories it could tell.
Good thing neither of us ever plan on running for office.. 😉
I don’t think the world could handle our dirty laundry, lol.
Mmmm, sounds delightful! 🙂
Doesn’t it, though? 🙂
Excellent! short, sexy and straight to the point
Thanks. 🙂
Gorgeous Poem. Sometimes in our memory it is those little snapshots of detail that are the clearest thing.
Lovely. 🙂
HGG. xx
🙂 Thanks.