Carried

I survive my droughts by traveling into other worlds of lust, desire and vivid imagination.  Housewives, amateurs and even men with second lives carry me through lonely nights and a cold bed.  Whose adventure, real or contrived, will make me shudder this morning before I am off into the doldrums of life?  Whose hand will be running soft against my skin or dipping inside of me as I peak?  Each day I waste searching for “him” I am sated by my constant electric escape.  I find lovers, man or woman, which are willing to ravish me with their words.

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Walls

I was hesitant.  Never would I have even considered this just a few months ago.  He found every wall that ever existed in me and tore them down with ease.  His words were electric. The table was cold on my back and the house echoed with sensual music. I paused taking a deep breath, knowing the camera was running.  I slowly began exploring my body.  My heat increased and I forgot the world around me.  Turning my head I saw the beauty he spoke of daily and instantly I was lost in my gift for him and honestly, myself.

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Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: The Sensual Side of Me

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Reciprocity

As I blink into existence she pounces with electric hellos.  Distance does not keep her tongue and lustful words from being perfectly placed. My palm mimics her desires and her fingers duplicate my need.  Sinful glimpses into each other’s dull world, one pixel at a time make each passing day worth it.  We kiss one another every night never touching lips.  She is my desire and my tragedy.  I have fucked her so many times and so many ways and she is always willing and wanting for more.  She knows how she teases yet I am her escape too.

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Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Function Curve

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Proof

Her hand circled her wet heat as she writhed in the dimly lit room with her body pressed against the wall.  It was exciting what she did to please him.  The camera clicked every so often when she remembered to push the button.  It was a difficult task she was attempting, but he demanded she cum, and she craved the idea of obeying him.  With her husband asleep in another room she listened to her master’s voice as his words pushed her over the edge.  Soon she would find the best picture and send him the proof he requested.

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Awake

I stir in the fog of morning as she awakens me with soft kisses and whispers of want.  Still lost between dreams and reality I focus on the fact that my covers are slowly sliding away from me.  My haze lifts as her kisses slip lower and lower, eventually finding the remnants of my dreams.  I tense happily accepting her good morning while eventually offering some of my very own.  She smiles, licking her lips as she leaves the room.  In moments she is back with black coffee and the idea that we should never leave the bed today.

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