One more time before I go.
One more time to spread my thighs, dip searching fingers into silky folds.
Diving into secret spaces, searing hot with need and desire.
Heels digging into blankets, head thrashing on pillows.
Back arching from the bed. Nipples taut, pointing heavenward.
I know where heaven is, though.
It’s found in dark, wet places wishing for tongue and cock and fingers other than my own.
One more time, one more orgasm, one more ecstatic release.
And then another.
Greedy girl that I am, always another.
Squelching, squishing, wet sounds.
Swelling, hardening exquisitely painful desire.
Yessssssss, another, then another.
Wet sheets, the smell of sex hanging thick in the air, panting and gasping for breath.
Welcome to Masturbation Monday! I’m about to travel for a week without John Brownstone – to spend a week in my mom’s house where the urge to masturbate will never manifest. Not there, never there. So, I needed one more time to melt all of my bones. Okay, y’all, enough about me. Go forth and read smutty goodness inspired (in part) by one of the hottest prompts I think I’ve ever used. Rawr!
Soooo hot! Loved it!
Ahhh the smell of sex hanging in the air… that’s when you know you’ve had a good night – or morning for that matter 🙂
Better still when it’s there in the evening AND the morning. 😉
Ohhh this “I know where heaven is, though.
It’s found in dark, wet places wishing for tongue and cock and fingers other than my own.”
I know all about this…
Rawr, I bet you do. 😉 Hopefully tonight I’ll know this very well, too.
Your poetry is gorgeous. This is the *perfect* way to convey that writhing-in-the-sheets sensation!
Thank you! Now I need to make a little poetry in motion to go with it. 😉