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britishtart:

Leggy legs.

littlebitsoflust:

delectabledeviants:

When you have the power, the lead, the moment.

You know what your tight hand is doing.

You can feel is as his breathing fights with his moans and you’re adoring being the villain behind the battle. 

Wanting him there upon that cusp, to push him, yet not to.

To keep him within the aspect of him fucking back harder against your hand. But that’s against the rules. You let go. Throw him a naughty look. Spank his cock a little. Play again at your own pace.

All of his previous dominance you’ve stolen. He wants to cum, but you own the moment. You wonder if when he gets carried away and fucking against your fist again, if that spank upon his cock might make him cum violently. Of not even touching him and watching his cock pulse of it’s own accord, his sticky sin everywhere, the look in his eyes, rapid fire breathing, the loud of his cries.

If he tries to reach for his cock, you should spank it lightly again. See if he cum s all the harder, all the more. That you own the moment. And the lesson is yours to teach.

littlebitsoflust:

ive dreamed of doing this to you. feeling you throb in my hand. you moaning into my mouth as i squeeze you. taking you to the edge over and over again. would you like that dearest? 

ridingwild:

she was ignited by this wilding incursion

and in her secret feral mind she whispered

bring me one more

ridingwild:

they came together like flesh magnets

when the men left the private beach

“I’ve been wanting this all day long” whispered the dark one

and their nipples kissed

as two mouths opened to sup

ridingwild:

he lingered at her opening

rocking and not moving in

when he saw her clutching the breathless sheets

he gripped her pleading hips

and drove his spike homeward

ridingwild:

no one knew the pure animalistic bliss

of the reverse cowgirl ride

better than an untamed farm girl

ridingwild:

she knew who owned this boat

and she meant to be his first and only

catch of the day

to be tangled in his netting and ropes

and be simmered and savored and devoured

right there by the sea

ridingwild:

she wrapped her legs and kicked his haunches

driving her steed to a furious gallop 

to launch and fly like an arcing comet

over the roof of their burning barn

ridingwild:

she was bound and defiant

though she might find some pleasure

in this turnaround

clearly he would pay for this

ridingwild:

she found a new way

to swallow all that he fed her

and then some

ridingwild:

she wanted so badly to surf and sun

and mediate and breathe in the salt-licked moisture

free of clothing and people and worries and shame

then in the perfect unexpected moment

she wanted to feel his kiss on the back of her neck

as he wrapped around her and invaded every molecule

of her perfect sensual world

ridingwild:

she rendered him senseless

holding his mind spin in rabid hypnosis

as she kissed and slid about his aching cockhead

with her steaming full-flushed labial smile

then lifting off, she hovered yet again

awaiting his ultimate feral plea….

she owned him in this moment

and he happily ceded his will 

and his stellar smitten heart

to the wild goddess above

ridingwild:

she had quietly planned this evening

he was working late

and she was dressed to seduce

she intended to shatter every moral tenet

she could persuade him to try

in the perfectly kept aisles of the legal library

banging away against those startled stacks

of leather-bound fluster-thickened tomes

ridingwild:

propriety and shame be damned

today she was a mermaid

ridingwild:

“bring champagne” she texted

“the condo is ours

we need to christen it!”

little did he know when she buzzed him in

that she’d be offering him something other

than a glass flute to drink from…

ridingwild:

she had heard them before, again and again

and the sounds they made were the stuff of wet dreams

and one night, when she could stand no more

she slipped into very little and peered through the portal

feeling her nipples rise, her clit swell and glisten

and when she saw the feverish woman

riding him in a pleading reverse arch

she bit her lips, swallowed hard

and slipped into the humid darkness

like the timid but starving wet wildcat she was

ridingwild:

she longed for those nights

when she became his little fuck pony

his fists in her maned reins

his bucking hips driving that hot spike

over and over into her back sopping wall

and every now and then, he’d drop one side

and spur her on with a hot hand

on her galloping arched flanks

this kind of fucking she could wallow in

ten times a day

ridingwild:

there was nothing more heat inducing

than the feeling of his full broad length blanketing her

as his full girth and length savaged her swallowing hips

she felt completely loved

and protected by her man

while being ravenously fucked

by the wild animal within him

ridingwild:

she was pensive as this night’s purple sheets

so he dressed her in her knee highs

and a light binding

and told her to be still

while he finished his work

when he returned

he asked if his baby needed some loving attention

“yes please’, she said politely

he caressed her every curve

then kissed her hips and she melted with a soft sigh

then she felt the hot sting of a dozen open handed pepper spanks

after which, he pulled her to him

and kissed the aching tears away

“better, baby?”

she nodded yes through her smiling cloudy eyes

then he untied her

and loved her gently

and fully

and deeply

and held her

straight through until the lilac dawn

ridingwild:

she knelt in sweet obeisance

anticipating his every wish

before he knew it himself

in her sweet thigh highs

her hair braided to offer as reining holds

and the set of beads about her neck

so easily slicked and slipped into her taut pretty bottom

he would never know it was what she truly hungered for

she knew just how to make him think

every burning fever came from his lustful heart

ridingwild:

she was writhing with an insatiable itch tonight

she’d had her hands set off a string of wet shivering eruptions

but going it alone was just not going to do it 

she took this photo on her camera’s timer

and emailed it to his phone

with the accompanying libidinous extortion

“get your big thick cock over here

and violate me in every way possible…… STAT!

or I will get someone else to do it…”

she watched the clock with a purring flush

his car would be screeching into the drive below

any time now…

ridingwild:

for some reason this morning

she needed him right there

in her tight-ringed canal

and she wanted him exploding at full depth

so she could feel that silken trickle

seeping out and making her blush and tingle

all through the simmering hours

of her all too proper work day

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ridingwild:

she awoke before him

and the sight of his rock hardness

stirred her to slip quietly up his body

lace her fingers in his

and whisper “stay half in dreamland, lover

I’m waking you slow,…”

then she moaned softly

as her body parted

and moaned a wet shiver

as she slid down upon him

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ridingwild:

lost in the rapture of the moment

being rocked and filled and fed

full tilt phallic flesh times two

her mind raced to an even more orgiastic visual

as she was being piston thrust from both wanton ends

she imagined a room filled with even more men

naked, rock hard, and watching her take the double dip

some waiting to have their turns once creamshot was spent

others waiting to rain theirs upon her at climactic bursts

the intoxication of those thoughts alone

had her screaming a series

of wet hot raw peaked obscenties

as she shivered and gushed upon one cock

and tried to form lewd wilding sounds

through the mouthful of thickening girth from above

easilyaroused:

To sleep: perchance to dream.

easilyaroused:

When in doubt, wear red.

easilyaroused:

If you are not living on the edge, you are taking up too much room.

easilyaroused:

Beyond the blue horizon Waits a beautiful day. Goodbye to things that bore me. Joy is waiting for me. I see a new horizon. My life has only begun. Beyond the blue horizon lies a rising sun.

easilyaroused:

Salamander, Born in the sun-kissed flame. Who was it lit your candle Branded you with your name? I see you walking by my window In your Kensington haze. Salamander, burn for me And I’ll burn for you.