If I could look beyond your face, and photograph your hidden place, would I find you smiling in the picture?
Will you show me how you think, experience and feel?
How your world is different from mine or maybe also not?
Will you let me see what makes you laugh, will you allow me to reach out and touch your heart?
Will you show me when you’re in ecstasy?
And what turns you on, in a inner most sensual horny way?
the day after the night before
I wake up and it takes a little while before I realize where I am and I remember how I got here.
I look around and see remnants of what was one hell of a crazy party. My birthday party. Celebrated with all my friends and then with you in our own private way. In your house. On your kitchen counter, in your bed. Is where we’ve ended.
When I look around, I notice various sex attributes and accessories, lubricant, poppers, an empty bottle of champagne and your underwear.
I wore only a little tight dress last night, no bra and no panties. What to do or what to wear when I go home, is a concern for later.
I will take you to a birthday evening where me and my friends ended up in a strip club. I thought by accident, but as it soon turned out that wasn’t the case. As is often the case with coincidence, that it’s not a coincident at all or it doesn’t turn out to be one.
I like them old-fashioned style (back then) smoky clubs, where the atmosphere is right, the women beautiful and sexy and above all sweet (for each other), the men gallant handsome and manly, you’ll hear erotic music and everything and everyone is thrilled of what’s yet to come. This is what a stripclub is all about, if you’re lucky to have found the one. As I know from experience, there are unfortunately also enough bad exceptions. But this was it. And then it al comes together, your birthday turns into an evening where everything is possible, because you’re celebrating, and you’re there and you want it and it’s fucking sexy.
I like to watch.
I like to see how you first notice her, in the crowd, how she makes your eyes shine.
I like to see how you make contact and the other way around.
I like to watch your body language, how everything is getting heated&happy for more to come. I can easily tell just by watching you.
I like to look at your mouths, when you laugh, but especially when you kiss.
Your tongue scan hers, but then, I hope rather quickly, its French kissing as if it were the city of Paris itself (imagine if the city of Paris could kiss).
Hands feel. Everywhere.
It turns me on. Seeing how you’re both so fucking horny. At each other.
It makes me hot soaking wet to see all the stages of your beautiful foreplay.
From a distance. But close by.
I want to see more.
this one’s for you
For all you romantics out there, or not.
No red roses or a secretly written love letter on this Valentine’s Day.
Especially for you, here’s my ode to you(r) love.
This time no rawness, some kind of superficiality or ‘porn’.
Today’s all about happiness. Today is all for love. And love for all, baby.
Not ‘just’ on this Valentine’s Day, always, and forever I want to be as loving as I can be, to you, but today just a little bit more. Of everything.
do, dare and the truth
Do you dare to capture me? I mean really capture me?
Do you dare to try this, literally and figuratively?
Tie both my wrists firmly?
Do you dare to blindfold me too?
Then light a candle?
Do you dare to drip candle wax on me?
Not just random, but concentrate where it hits me in the most right and horny way?
Do you dare to let me beg you for more?
there is more than meets the eyes
I want to lick my lips.
Stretch my body of horniness.
Feel my nipples obey all the rules.
I want to ask you if you want to serve me (well), so to speak.
I want you to do me.
So close, no matter how far. Couldn’t be much more from the heart.
So take control. Choose a soft stand or hard vibrating.
Make me cum.
up close and personal (part one)
Going into my panties and feeling myself and those hairs at the same time, masturbating, it just adds up. Giving me so many horny ideas. Especially when I imagine that it’s your hand in there.
So, although I always keep everything neat and I’ve taught myself the so-called ‘art of shaving’ and I’ve refined it over the years, sometimes, very occasionally, I will tell you that I have pubic hair. That I’ve let it grow again. And then all I want is to catch your eyes.
To see your reaction and to see if its like I’ve always imagined it would be. Right.
That gives me the courage to ask the next question, something that has been a fantasy of me for a long long time now. Are you ready? Here it comes:
do you want to shave my pussy?
stand by me
Sometimes I want it (to be) short and quick.
Sometimes I want you (to be) short and quick.
I want to know how it feels when you’re ‘in control’ (of me) and I want you to show me.
So turn me around.
Push me against that wall. Hard.
I want to feel it in my tits, do you read me?
I want my hands on my back and I want you to keep them there.
Hold me tight.
(to) keep(ing) your head up
I prefer to feel (in) the dark, always looking (out) for you.
I feel and I feel and I come across your dick, which is perfectly hard.
I hope that’s because I’m lying next to you.
But actually I hope and wish for you to have this every morning, you deserve it and whoever wakes up next to you.
Wow. You’re hard-horny-ready for it. Just the way I like seeing you, feeling you. Because I feel you, baby.
I strongly feel the need and desire to give you a handjob, may I?
You should know, I’m a perfectionist. I want to do you good and treat it right.
Tell me how you masturbate and how you work yourself to a mindblowing ejaculation? Or better yet, let me see?