Ignore

Her perfect peach skin was bathed in a soft yellow glow as she unknowingly teased me, standing there in her pink lace panties, smoking her cigarette, watching the sun set.  I lay in the bed we had just spent the last 24 plus hours in wondering how on earth this radiant creature saw fit to ignore the world for me.  Our bodies had managed every position between lust and sleep and I could only hope for more.  When she turned and smiled my heart skipped.  “I guess it’s time for bed” she said as she walked toward me seductively.

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Mirror

It drove him mad to know he couldn't kiss her but still, they were careful not to smudge her lipstick.  They had snuck into the bathroom and teased one another until something had to give.  As he entered her from behind they both smiled watching themselves.  She couldn't help but like the way her tits bounced as he fucked her and he enjoyed the view too.  She moaned a bit to loud and they both froze mid stroke, their breaths gone, wetness gathering.  Silence remained and slowly he began again as they smiled at each other through the mirror.  

Photo Title: Bathroom Humor

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Rad Act Photo

Location of Work:  deviantArt

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Milk

The smack of her body against mine as she quickened her pace was an audible symphony of desire.  Our bodies sticky warm slid against each other.  She moaned and exhaled rising up to take more of me in.  Her hips circled while I watched her tits bounce. She raced to my climax and possibly another of hers.  Cum for me she demanded as I met her thrusts with my own.  Cum for me she demanded as I bit my lip getting closer.   When I spilled into her she collapsed and tightened, skillfully milking me with her wet velvet cunt.

Photo Title: ANC-3

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: The Sensual Eye

Location of Work:  deviantArt

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Abbey

She beckons without words and I hungrily obey.  Her blonde hair and thick curves have tempted me for far too long and now I can no longer resist her call.  As I take off my clothes at the foot of the bed she just waits with a wanton smile.  I know she will devour me.  She will use me up and toss me away but still I am her willing cock.  As I near her touch she begins to whisper of things that she and I will do and I gratefully give into her practiced lust.  I am hers.

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When

I leaned back just as she asked.  My arms raised above my head as she ground delicately into me.  Yielding to her because it’s what she wanted.  She held the power of my need and I licked my lips in anticipation knowing it would be a torturous and perfect experience.  She smiled as she kissed me.  She writhed against me whispering my name.  She shuddered slightly and I felt her moisture pool on my lap.  I was hers forever at that moment.  Willing to do anything she wished.  I needed to be inside her but she would say when.

Photo Title: She's In Control

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Fourwheeler

Location of Work:  deviantArt

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Ivory

I sat quietly smoking as she pierced me with her eyes.  She knew my talent yet still coyly asked me if I played.  When her dress slipped she made no effort to put it back.  It was as if she was daring me to ask her to go further.  Although my slacks grew tight while I focused on her delicious protruding pink nipple I did not rise to the bait.  She would have to give me more before I gave into my hunger.  Sensing this she turned shimmying her dress up exposing sexy red panties.  I gave in.

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Yield

Not a sound can be heard except our breathing.  Her breath is warm across my neck, my tongue soft and tender against hers.  She led me here not knowing what to expect and I followed entranced by her sway.  With nothing to gain minus temporary accomplished lust we do not hesitate in locking the door.  My fingers quickly find her moisture as if a man possessed and as she whimpers “what are we doing?”, she hungrily presses into me.  Her delicate petals part against my touch and my heart races when she whispers “I want you to fuck me.”

Photo Title: Game On

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Curiosa and Curiosa

Location of Work:  deviantArt

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Bliss

Lost in shades of white and soft silk she smiles at her touch, moaning as her own two hands manage what many struggle to accomplish.  She enjoys her control, whimpering with every caress.  Her milky skin is softly shadowed as her body writhes occasionally blocking out a portion the sun that spills across her bed.  She yields to no one but herself, and yet, whispers his name just so that she can feel him escaping her lips.  Anyone is hers for the taking.  All she needs is a moment of her own and she will have whatever she desires.

Photo Title: Rapture Series

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Inigo Montoya

Location of Work:  deviantArt

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Katie

I stare at her as she breathes my name with a whisper and a smile.  The world around us is fogged and unimportant.  I am consumed by her yearning, wrapped in her touch.  I trace her freckled skin with my eyes while she writhes upon me, searching for a pinnacle.  Her hands tighten; pleasure escapes her lips as I feel her heat rush over me.  She smiles perfect and exhausted but waits without words giving me permission to follow.  Easily, I oblige, pushing myself deep into her and over the edge all in a few simple but wondrous seconds.

Photo Title: C1-1

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: The Sensual Eye

Location of Work:  deviantArt

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Invitation

The note outside was nearly as simple as the one that brought me here.  “Please come in and lock the door behind you.”  She kneeled on the couch bathed in the glow of the golden midday sunlight smiling and my breath caught.  Reaching for me, she whispered, inviting me to not deny her intent.  She was quick with my zipper and I eagerly helped her along, leaning into her wanting and velvet kiss.  I nearly lost my balance disoriented by what was actually happening.  Her fragrance washed over me and all I could think was, we haven't even kissed.

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Subdue

His fingers danced in her wetness as she gave herself over to him.  She knew she would be satisfied, they both could concede this point, but first her lust was to be tamed.  She needed to learn that just because she craved something it wasn't to be sated instantly.  She cooed into is his ear, bucking against his palm, urging his touch, protesting as he removed his hand, and still he waited.  When she finally resigned herself knowing he was in control, he teased her once again eliciting a hungry moan that made his own desire hard to resist.

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Entrusted

She burned for him to take control, for him to pink her pale white skin with a calloused hand.  She enjoyed it as the coarse hair on his face reddened her already blushed cheeks.  She stood quietly, moistening as he removed her clothing, and then his.  Her breathing quickened as he buckled the collar she had purchased just for this moment.  She wanted him to play master.  She wanted to give herself over to his every whim.  She excitedly gave him power over her body to do with as he pleased hoping he would not hesitate or hold back.

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Unabashed

She plays nightingale so well, taunting me with her sweet song and kisses.  However, as the night unfolds, drink falters her practiced faux innocence and her heart begins to pound.  She lets loose the wildling inside, tearing with her talons at my clothes, begging to taste me.  She takes control, unworried of the stares we get as she leads me from the bar to the alley outside.  My submission allows her daring to increase and before I can react, she has freed my need and fed her desire.  I can only moan as I watch her on her knees.

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Wet

Her fingers glistened beneath the cotton as she manipulated her mind, imagining he was there quenching her thirst.  She circled her desire skillfully as she begged for him to continue on; calling his name out loud, knowing no one would hear her.  She held nothing back as she ground into her warm hand while keeping her eyes shut tight so that the sunlight did not pierce and destroy her perfect mental escape.  He was deep inside her the very moment she pushed a third finger in; gasping and shuddering as her peak moistened, pooling on the sheets beneath her. 

Photo Title: Couch 8

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: The Paminator

Location of Work:  deviantArt

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Curve

It’s hard to feign watching television with her standing in front of it announcing that it was time for me to please her.  She’d acted as if I were her slave, bound to her beck and call. I’d be damned if I wasn't going to get her to at least work for my attention.  Needless to say my will and cemented thought crumbled the moment she peeled away her shirt exposing her milk white breast and delicious pink nipples.  As she shimmied her jeans and panties down her thighs I hungrily asked what she wanted me to do first.

Photo Title: Curves

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Saz Ripe

Location of Work:  deviantArt

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Closet

She stared back at me lustfully as I watched them, strangely aroused.  Wicked was running through her sexy little mind and she even smiled for a second knowing there was nowhere for me to go.  I scooted back further into the darkness amongst the clothes fearing my nervous heart beat too loudly.  He wasn’t supposed to be home and yet he felt the need to surprise his wife today of all days.  My fears of discovery were gone the moment I realized any sound in the house was easily drowned out by her cries and moans of carnal pleasure. 

Photo Title: Mars

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Betceemay

Location of Work:  deviantArt

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Home

I had prepared my typical droll responses about how my day had gone only for them to vanish as I opened the door.  I could only stare mouth open as I dropped mail on the table and adjusted myself.  She stood, placed on display for me, not uttering a single word.  Just staring, daring me to make the next move.  I paused for a brief moment wondering who was it that helped tie her up but then pushed the thought aside for later and walked toward her loosening my buckle. Freeing what it seemed she desperately wanted that instant.

Photo Title: The House Wife

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Koukei

Location of Work:  deviantArt

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Carly

She told me to fuck off nearly at the same time she told to me to fuck her.  She didn’t like the games of romance or the fakeness of foreplay.  She was hungry for a good fucking and that’s what my cock was there for.  I hardened realizing the piercings and tattoos were not a desperate cry for attention.  She was for real.  A stone cold bitch who knew what she wanted and took it when she wanted it.  As she undid my buckle forcefully, playing rough with me, I was glad to be her easy ignorant momentary need. 

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Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Brian M Photography

Location of Work:  deviantArt

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Sated

I was livid

He nonchalant

To him it was a simple solution

I had chastised him

Screamed he lacked passion

The fire of my words

Torched the very air around us

But they were quickly quelled

By his actions

My clothes clung

Sticky wet to my body

As he delighted me

His lips so soft

His whispers so sweet

His Tongue so wet

His fingers so deft

Maybe next time

I will pick a better time

To push his buttons

A candlelit shower

To sate my starving romance

Was not the smartest move

But I loved every delicious moment

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Voyeur

She kneeled obedient and quiet when I told her to shush. I was caught in mid act listening for an undoubtedly imagined noise that echoed through the vacant office. Moments ago she had been enjoying a mouthful of my desire and moments before that I had reddened her ass with my greedy palm. Now as I bound her wrists preparing for our next bout of adulterous fun, I could swear I’d heard something. I cautiously continued, intent on my task intent on my satisfaction, but as I turned my head I found two leering eyes squinting through the blinds.

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Borrow

She moaned hungrily lowering herself down upon him, her hand reaching back expertly guiding him in to her moist opening.  For five years she watched him with restrained desire and now this morning after way too many and a silent house she had the chance to sample what she was missing.  He had called her by his wife’s name as she undressed him.  He even did so a she rode him with expert thrusts and moans enjoying how he felt thick inside of her.  She looked up and saw her sister watching with a smile and simply smiled back.

Photo Title: Sexy

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: G306

Location of Work:  deviantArt

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Tutor

She always sat in the back of the class, if she actually attempted to come to one of my lectures, so when she came to me, asking for help, I thought it could be a turning point and it was. My typical quiet and abandoned student hour took on new meaning that Thursday afternoon. She was waiting bent and bare with a soft smile and wanton look in her eyes. I hesitated at the door when I walked in eyeing her panties as they clung to her knees, then without another thought, I turned and locked my office door.

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Stalemate

She waits

Sultry

Not saying a word

With slow glances

She smiles

Although only with her eyes

He licks his lips

Her presence is toxic

He inhales as much of her scent as he can

Waiting

Praying for contact

The world around them is unimportant

He sees her want

Tastes her desire

Envies her control

Wicked this way calls

And desperate he stands

Eyeing her

From across the room

She knows

Feigning disinterest

Her eventual laughter is liquid heat

She so loves to tease

His Hunger

She watches

Enjoying when he breaks

Weakened by her beauty  

Moving towards her

Thomas Aiden

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Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Simply Black and White

Location of Work: Tumblr Vice Versa

Tongue

She begged for me to fuck her and for me not to stop what I was doing all in the same instant.  Her head was thrown back in a confused hungry lust as I lapped at her sweetness.  I traced her hood deftly with my tongue and felt her body tense when I tasted the right spot.  She uttered foul and dirty words between moans of yes and whatever else incoherently left her lips.  She didn’t think I could get her off without using my dick and I was so very happy that I had the chance to prove her wrong.

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Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Nonplussed

Location of Work: Tumblr Our Own Little Key Party

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Taunt

In the yellow soft glow of flickering lamp light she knowingly taunted the animal inside of me.  She was a woman whose smile invited me to watch, but not touch, as she dragged her satin polka dot panties across her smooth white legs.  Her eyes watching me watching her sent both our hearts racing.  As I patiently waited for her next move you could hear our desperate breaths pierce the silence of the moment.  My adrenaline climbed even further when she finally made it past her heels and exposed her need to me.  “Do you want me?” she asked teasingly.

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Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: clefChan

Location of Work:  deviantArt

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Addicted

With emerald eyes entrancing you

Her smile seduces

She is confidence

A sweet sugar poison

That none can resist

As you falter willingly

She feigns disinterest

Still whispering to you

She teases

Her words 

Flames of passion licking at your body

Turning your world to ash

You want for nothing else

As sweet burning desire overwhelms

You dance frantically in her web

Waiting, not wanting escape

You need her touch

Beg for her to come closer

To look at you once more

To consume you

Slow and deliberate she plays

Smiling  

Stealing your breath

Her lips finally upon yours

She laughs as you hunger

Knowing you are hers

To do as she wishes

Thomas Aiden

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Photo Title: Unkown

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Unknown

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Dilemma

She was a mixture of innocence and slut the perfect combination for me.  I listened to her hello and awkward silence with curiosity.  “I need your help” she whispered.  “What’s wrong?” I asked.  “I lost the key.”  “What key?” I asked confused.  “The Key to the handcuffs you always want me to play with” the embarrassment obvious.  “Oh that key” I replied instantly excited.  “I’ll be right there.”  She then surprised me further.  “I’m not at home” there was a slight pause.  “I’m in the woods behind my house.”  “Send me a picture” I said before I hung up.

Photo Title: Lost The Key

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Val Mont

Location of Work:  deviantArt

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Craving

My eyes linger adoringly on her lips

Their velvet crimson tease beckon me to taste

Or at least run my finger feathery soft over them

All the while hoping they part

Allowing her honey warm moisture to enslave me

When she is hesitant

The soft bite she has whispers sweetly to me

Tugging at the thud in my chest

I want to bruise them with overuse

Yet I can only stare longingly

For her lips are not mine

She is only meant to tease me

With their puffy perfection

My imagination has tasted her often

And that’s all it will ever be

I am only a distant prisoner

Lost

Wondering how wonderful a moan would sound

Escaping her mouth

Passing over her lips 

Thomas Aiden

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Photo Title: Miss M

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Bye Bye Anna

Location of Work:  deviantArt

Baby Sitter

She pressed into him as they danced in the shadows.  It was an innocent evening of dinner and drinks but something more primal beckoned.  As they swayed back and forth with the music her need grew with each passing second. The extra glasses of wine had emboldened her.  Her hand brushed against then squeezed his desire and they agreed without words and hungry stares that the babysitter would be getting extra money tonight.  She leaned into him, biting his neck, and whispered “This is the reason we only get a few nights like this in the first place.”

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Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: My Inner Voice Speaking Loud

Location of Work: Tumblr Fragile Little Doll

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Red Eye

The shades were pulled and the cabin was shadowed.  He couldn't sleep like most of the people scattered throughout the plane.  The battery on his lap top died a few hours into the flight so he was lost in nothingness.  He was forced to stare blankly in the dim light listening to the incessant hum of the plane and smile occasionally when she came by.  It seems she needed a break from the doldrums of work too because when she offered a complimentary drink and smile, and he took more, she gasped and greedily stepped a bit closer.

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Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Dark Paradise

Location of Work: Tumblr Arruaceira

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Persistent

They weren't even in the room a full minute and she was there with her breast resting against his leg.  She stared up with hungry blue eyes and glossy red lipstick licking her lips, waiting for permission.  He was on the phone trying to get his family to hang up, as all families do, they dragged his torture on.  She played with him, dropping her panties, kneeling in front of him.  His heart raced focusing on fading words while she fished him out past his zipper.  As he hung up the first swirl of her tongue sent him spinning.

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Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Picknick Basket

Location of Work: Tumblr Kitten Jewelz

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