Category: Special Guests

You.

I want to know all of you…

I want to know how to please you.  How to constantly breathe fresh air into your being, so that I may be selfish and consume you.  Move you.  In ways that make us dance forever, US being in tune.  I just want to groove with you.

You are sunshine, no grey skies.  I’m trying to climb all the way to where you are, in order to get a better view of you.  You are a gift from the Creator, created on the most expensive canvas.

I just want my strokes to make it so that I’m worthy of continuing to examine the masterpiece that is you.

And if time is precious, I will never waste it by being anything but of value to you.

For I adore you, the definition of true love….

You.

Written by @litlifelikeit

I Miss You – A Love Letter To No One

I miss the taste of your lips and the way each kiss took my breath away…

I miss the butterflies that fluttered inside as I looked into your eyes…
I miss holding you in my arms… 

I miss the way you made me feel when we were in love…

I miss hearing you say I love you… 

I miss the little things that you would do to show me your love was true…

I miss you. 

I miss being in love.

I miss being in love with you.

Written by @talesofarose

Rorey Rose

Thirst For More (Thursdays)

Yum, yum
no blueberry;
after a couple of days away,
a few licks and
the feeling of a popped cherry;
we use chairs and
other household accessories as well
with the goal of uncaging
a singing Canary;
or Hummingbird
because the explosion
got her fluttering;
breathless and
muted notes,
got
the sweet taste of honey
coating the tongue,
going smoothly down my throat;
Yo…
please put on a show,
let me spark up the evo,
3D, you holding your legs by your knees;
reaching out for my extension,
that feeling tension
making it hard for you
to breathe;
take these,
150 strokes,
push, then breathe
put it all on repeat…
it ain’t like you’re going to
insist that I leave.

And here you come.

Again.

Written by Lawrence Peoples a.k.a. People’s G. Riot ©

He Said, She Said

Sweetheart…

Hey baby. I thought of you this morning. I stretched out my legs and remembered the last time you were between ‘em. I miss you.

Really baby? Was just thinking about you too. It‘s been a while since we had time to enjoy each other. Miss the taste of you.

Do you remember? I remember your lips. I can almost feel them on mine now. Your tongue probing entry, wanting to explore my mouth.

Oh, I remember. The way you playfully resist at first and then moan as my tongue meets yours, pulling you closer the deeper we kiss, my hands trailing along your spine…

….as my fingertips trail your arms, your shoulders, your back. You know how much I love that back. I just got that feeling baby.

I love the feel of your nails grazing my skin. What feeling baby? The one you get when I kiss you along your neck and bite you? Or when I grab your ass to lift you to my mouth?

Yes. That one. When you grab my ass and lift me up and bring me closer to you. And the agonizing anticipation of having your mouth there, without touching me, yet teasing. God.

I love making you feel that way baby. And when your eyes get heavy, when that feeling hits you, knowing you‘re wet and ready for me.

But yet you make me wait. You’ll kiss me everywhere but there. I want you in my mouth now. I want to slide my hands over your chest and down over that cock I love so much. You know I love it don’t you? You know I can never get enough….

Yes. I know. And I know how much I miss those lips wrapped around my cock too. The way you slowly take me in and moan while I fill your mouth. It takes everything I have not to make a mess in your mouth. I swear you torture me for making you wait.

Why do you make me wait? Come here. I want you now. I want all of that weight inside me. I want to feel the length of your hardness deep inside me

I can’t wait to penetrate you slowly, to savour your moans before shoving every inch of me into you, to feel the softness of your legs beneath me, angling you just right so I can hit your spot repeatedly.

Can you stroke it? Thrust this pussy deep inside and fuck it fast? I want all of you inside. I wanna cry out in passion and anticipation while I writhe my softness against your hardness to get mine….

….wrap those legs tight and hold on baby, I wanna make your eyes roll back with every stroke, make sure your need is satisfied, leaving your softness swollen and tender….

Oh baby. How much longer?

~ Co-written with Mark “Tearless Poet” Dews.

I’m on my way…

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Desire

Written by Rorey and edited by Shay and yours truly.
 
Desire
 
I can see it in your eyes,
You want this as much as I do.

My desire,
Is to take us higher, two bodies in carnal lust,
Friction eliminated, love emancipated,
Two souls moving as one.

This is love, beneath the stars, just you and I,
Devouring and lusting in each others arms,
As we explore each other’s body and neglect our minds.

Time is of the essence,
Lest we get caught….up in time.

Our union defies the law of what’s legal,
So let’s make it official,
Pretend, if only for a moment,
That we stood before a priest,
That we have your father’s blessing,
That you wore a white dress,
With black lacy underwear,
For my eyes only,
That your hand and heart is mine.

Let’s consummate this union behind closed doors,
Where no one but God can judge.
I pray, that He forgives us….
Forgives me…despite the fact that I’m going to make you scream my name.
I pray He forgives me, forgives us for giving into this sin,
As you grip my inches of pleasure as we engage….

Deeper,
Deeper we move in passion,
Falling prey,
To forbidden lust.

Let’s meet at six past nine,
Ignore the missionary as we take love from behind,
Succumbing to each other, gripping, riding, sucking,
Our bodies entwined in lust.

Tonight I want you more than ever,
And by the end of it all, amorous sounds of pleasure will be echoing these walls,
As we climax,
Scream,
Love…

I can taste you on my lips now,
I want you now,
I want this now….

Come.  Meet me…..