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His body lies naked beside her in a spoon formation. His right arm rests around her waist, lovingly, as if protecting her from the world. She feels safe in his arms, secure. Some part of her wants to say something to him, to let him know the desire that’s boiling over inside of her. Instead, she chooses to remain quiet. Words could never explain the mixed sensations pouring through her body. She attempts to focus on other things.
She feels his heart beating at a calm, measured pace. She doesn’t understand how he can be so calm. He doesn’t say anything to her, he rarely moves, and this sets her body on fire. She can feel his manhood deep inside of her, throbbing with a patient deliberation. Every few moments a shiver escapes through her body, making her arch her vagina back to greet more of him. She suddenly understands that it will be a long night. He’s determined to rest his manhood deep inside of her for the rest of the night. She lets out a deep sigh and invites him deeper inside of her.
Inmate20173 is a calm and patient lover; she doesn’t doubt his ability to accomplish his goal. Another shiver spikes through her body. This will be a long night indeed.
Monday, December 25, 2006
To Make Love With Marlon leTerrance
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She can feel the tips of his fingers writing a poem across her naked back. She can see his lips and tongue slow dancing down the sides of her arms. Between kisses, she can hear him proclaiming his love for her, vowing to dedicate the rest of his life to making her happy. She can smell the scented oils burning in the background. His fingers are suddenly replaced by a rose petal, and the rose petal is eventually replaced by a feather.
“You will always be the most beautiful woman in the world to me, and if I am ever cursed with blindness, I hope I am able to remember this moment forever.” His voice is passionate and sincere.
From the lips of another man, she would’ve instantly chalked it off as game or bullshit or lies. But Marlon leTerrance is a helpless romantic--a modern-day Peter Pan who loves with a childish abandon. He’s almost innocent and naïve when it comes to emotions, for he trusts too easily, loves too completely, and is loyal to a fault. When he compliments her, she understands that he means every word from the very center of his being. His love is so pure and so overwhelming, she almost feels undeserving of it.
But now his tongue is inside of her, from behind, and he seems prepared to feast on her for eternity. The hum of a vibrator floats teasingly in the air, foreshadowing even more pleasure to come. Marlon leTerrance is an adventurous lover, experimental and romantic, a man who never allows intimacy to become humdrum or boring or routine. He derives pleasure from the act of pleasing his woman. He is physically unable to reach an orgasm before his lover.
She can feel the tips of his fingers writing a poem across her naked back. She can see his lips and tongue slow dancing down the sides of her arms. Between kisses, she can hear him proclaiming his love for her, vowing to dedicate the rest of his life to making her happy. She can smell the scented oils burning in the background. His fingers are suddenly replaced by a rose petal, and the rose petal is eventually replaced by a feather.
“You will always be the most beautiful woman in the world to me, and if I am ever cursed with blindness, I hope I am able to remember this moment forever.” His voice is passionate and sincere.
From the lips of another man, she would’ve instantly chalked it off as game or bullshit or lies. But Marlon leTerrance is a helpless romantic--a modern-day Peter Pan who loves with a childish abandon. He’s almost innocent and naïve when it comes to emotions, for he trusts too easily, loves too completely, and is loyal to a fault. When he compliments her, she understands that he means every word from the very center of his being. His love is so pure and so overwhelming, she almost feels undeserving of it.
But now his tongue is inside of her, from behind, and he seems prepared to feast on her for eternity. The hum of a vibrator floats teasingly in the air, foreshadowing even more pleasure to come. Marlon leTerrance is an adventurous lover, experimental and romantic, a man who never allows intimacy to become humdrum or boring or routine. He derives pleasure from the act of pleasing his woman. He is physically unable to reach an orgasm before his lover.
To Fuck With NightShade
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He’s waiting at the door when she gets off work. The lust in his eyes is unmistakable. He desires her so completely, so thoroughly, she’s half afraid he can see through her clothing. She barely has time to shut the door before he pounces on her. He yanks off her panties without bothering with her skirt. He devours her breast without considering unbuttoning her blouse or removing her bra. Nightshade is an animal of passion from the caveman era. He is possessive and demanding, a force of nature that’s neither gentle nor patient. No part of the house is sacred. In the kitchen, the laundry room, the bathroom, the living room, the closet, and even the garage all become eventual mating grounds when Nightshade enters. Every moment is a possibility, every corner is a bed.
She is flattered by the intensity of his desire, glad to be able to turn on her man so completely. His lust for her is electrifying and raw. When he mounts her, it’s with a certain urgency, as if he discovered he was about to die and knew he would never be able to hold her again.
Nightshade is an expert at makeup sex or angry sex, for he is able to physically express his desire more clearly than even Marlon leTerrance or Inmate20173. There is no questioning whether or not Nightshade finds his woman attractive or sexy. He makes his intentions clear in the rawest, purest way possible. There’s no poetry with nightshade, no sex toys or intimacy. He will fuck his woman in a car that located in a crowded parking during Christmas. Nightshade is an alpha male, a monster of desire, a creature of lust. He’s loyal to his companion and would never betray her by straying outside their relationship. Still, that loyalty comes with a price—a raw, lust-filled price.
When Nightshade fucks, it’s as though each sizzling stroke is a male chauvinistic declaration of “You MY woman!” To be with Nightshade is to be possessed, completely.
He’s waiting at the door when she gets off work. The lust in his eyes is unmistakable. He desires her so completely, so thoroughly, she’s half afraid he can see through her clothing. She barely has time to shut the door before he pounces on her. He yanks off her panties without bothering with her skirt. He devours her breast without considering unbuttoning her blouse or removing her bra. Nightshade is an animal of passion from the caveman era. He is possessive and demanding, a force of nature that’s neither gentle nor patient. No part of the house is sacred. In the kitchen, the laundry room, the bathroom, the living room, the closet, and even the garage all become eventual mating grounds when Nightshade enters. Every moment is a possibility, every corner is a bed.
She is flattered by the intensity of his desire, glad to be able to turn on her man so completely. His lust for her is electrifying and raw. When he mounts her, it’s with a certain urgency, as if he discovered he was about to die and knew he would never be able to hold her again.
Nightshade is an expert at makeup sex or angry sex, for he is able to physically express his desire more clearly than even Marlon leTerrance or Inmate20173. There is no questioning whether or not Nightshade finds his woman attractive or sexy. He makes his intentions clear in the rawest, purest way possible. There’s no poetry with nightshade, no sex toys or intimacy. He will fuck his woman in a car that located in a crowded parking during Christmas. Nightshade is an alpha male, a monster of desire, a creature of lust. He’s loyal to his companion and would never betray her by straying outside their relationship. Still, that loyalty comes with a price—a raw, lust-filled price.
When Nightshade fucks, it’s as though each sizzling stroke is a male chauvinistic declaration of “You MY woman!” To be with Nightshade is to be possessed, completely.
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