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a community of erotic artists
http://www.erotisan.com
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of dreams and the waking hour
last night i dreamed.
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this is different my usual style, but for some reason, i really like it. tell me what you think . . .
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"Making it through Monday"
From the diary of a sexaholic...
sorry this is kinda long... I did try to keep it to a respectable length *g*
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sorry this is kinda long... I did try to keep it to a respectable length *g*
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Sunday's Delight
From the diary of a sexaholic...
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Any feedback, criticism would be great. This is my first attempt at an erotic story. So please don't hesitate to tell me what I can improve. ^_^
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Any feedback, criticism would be great. This is my first attempt at an erotic story. So please don't hesitate to tell me what I can improve. ^_^
“…to breathe, to feel, to know I’m alive…”
"Oh, Svetlana", he began.
Her ears sharpened as he approached her from behind. She wasn’t expecting him just yet. She turned to him quickly with the gasp still in her tiny throat. She opened her ruby lips to let it out but he rushed to her and abruptly took her breath away from her.
He let go just as fiercely but stayed close enough to her face that she could feel the heat rising from his tortured mouth. She closed her sleepy eyes and loosened her shoulders. He was breathing her in and she didn’t want him to let go. “Oh, Svetlana”, he began again. “You look lovely.”
He caressed her face as she went limp in his embrace. She was weak in his presence and he knew it. His strong build and muscular stature easily overpowered her petite frame and fine, Scandinavian bones. Measured by almost anyone else, she was a strong woman. She was fit and healthy and still in her prime at age twenty-six.
His eyes wandered over her beautiful face and classical features, adoring her. He couldn’t resist the urge to touch her, to feel her, to leave an impression or a mark upon her flesh. His hands washed over her quietly quaking body as tremors swam over her skin. His heavy hands reached her delicate neck as they wrapped themselves around it. Meaty fingers entangled themselves in her long, unruly hair. The shadows his hands left on her throat made him hard.
She began to open her lazy eyes and immediately felt an intense pressure. Her eyes opened wide knowing what was coming next. His thumbs were pressed right into the sweet, soft spot of her throat. The increased tension cut off all air passages. He really did steal her breath this time.
She tried not to struggle at all but when one finds one’s self in a position such as this, something innate and primal takes over. Her lungs tried in vain to capture something tangible but couldn’t. Her body betrayed her by shaking violently. She began to feel the loss of power in her lower extremities. She was practically hanging onto him like a rag doll.
He watched amorously as her face slipped from a pale ivory color to a soft pink. Her eyes were glazed in such a pretty way. Her struggling limbs were kind of cute, too. The thought occurred to him that he was like the mighty volcano spewing out hot lava and she was the tiny, ineffectual blade of grass that attempted to keep it back. Her face began to take on that soothing, sensual magenta, which made his blood quicken. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she slowly changed again to a subtle blue.
All she had left was the voice in her head telling her how she was such a good little girl and how she would be rewarded soon. Images of the bruises that would soon decorate her throat clouded up her mind and made the edge of her lip curve upward. Shades of dirty yellow, violet, dark red and black were all her mind could hold onto, as he stood firm.
It was becoming too much. “Close”, he whispered as she faded. Her tint was now a deep blue-violet and she was on the edge of unconsciousness. He was whimpering, begging himself to stop. He had a full erection now and wanted to use it. He slowly released his thumbs from their position and pulled her up so that she was face-to-face to him again.
She almost fainted making that short movement. All the blood rushed back to her head causing her to feel dizzy and a bit sick. She wanted to breathe in so badly but all she could do was cough. It was alarmingly painful but sweetly blissful at the same time. Right when she was ready to breathe again, his mouth was devouring hers. His hands were pawing at her, ripping her clothes from her frame.
She began to choke so he released his kiss of death. She took a few short breaths and then regained composure as he placed her soft face in his mammoth hands. “I’m so hard”, he said, “that I will split you in two.” A tidal wave of desire crashed over her as she gave into him completely. That was all she needed, to come undone.
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“…show me that you love me and that we belong together…”
Her ears sharpened as he approached her from behind. She wasn’t expecting him just yet. She turned to him quickly with the gasp still in her tiny throat. She opened her ruby lips to let it out but he rushed to her and abruptly took her breath away from her.
He let go just as fiercely but stayed close enough to her face that she could feel the heat rising from his tortured mouth. She closed her sleepy eyes and loosened her shoulders. He was breathing her in and she didn’t want him to let go. “Oh, Svetlana”, he began again. “You look lovely.”
He caressed her face as she went limp in his embrace. She was weak in his presence and he knew it. His strong build and muscular stature easily overpowered her petite frame and fine, Scandinavian bones. Measured by almost anyone else, she was a strong woman. She was fit and healthy and still in her prime at age twenty-six.
His eyes wandered over her beautiful face and classical features, adoring her. He couldn’t resist the urge to touch her, to feel her, to leave an impression or a mark upon her flesh. His hands washed over her quietly quaking body as tremors swam over her skin. His heavy hands reached her delicate neck as they wrapped themselves around it. Meaty fingers entangled themselves in her long, unruly hair. The shadows his hands left on her throat made him hard.
She began to open her lazy eyes and immediately felt an intense pressure. Her eyes opened wide knowing what was coming next. His thumbs were pressed right into the sweet, soft spot of her throat. The increased tension cut off all air passages. He really did steal her breath this time.
She tried not to struggle at all but when one finds one’s self in a position such as this, something innate and primal takes over. Her lungs tried in vain to capture something tangible but couldn’t. Her body betrayed her by shaking violently. She began to feel the loss of power in her lower extremities. She was practically hanging onto him like a rag doll.
He watched amorously as her face slipped from a pale ivory color to a soft pink. Her eyes were glazed in such a pretty way. Her struggling limbs were kind of cute, too. The thought occurred to him that he was like the mighty volcano spewing out hot lava and she was the tiny, ineffectual blade of grass that attempted to keep it back. Her face began to take on that soothing, sensual magenta, which made his blood quicken. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she slowly changed again to a subtle blue.
All she had left was the voice in her head telling her how she was such a good little girl and how she would be rewarded soon. Images of the bruises that would soon decorate her throat clouded up her mind and made the edge of her lip curve upward. Shades of dirty yellow, violet, dark red and black were all her mind could hold onto, as he stood firm.
It was becoming too much. “Close”, he whispered as she faded. Her tint was now a deep blue-violet and she was on the edge of unconsciousness. He was whimpering, begging himself to stop. He had a full erection now and wanted to use it. He slowly released his thumbs from their position and pulled her up so that she was face-to-face to him again.
She almost fainted making that short movement. All the blood rushed back to her head causing her to feel dizzy and a bit sick. She wanted to breathe in so badly but all she could do was cough. It was alarmingly painful but sweetly blissful at the same time. Right when she was ready to breathe again, his mouth was devouring hers. His hands were pawing at her, ripping her clothes from her frame.
She began to choke so he released his kiss of death. She took a few short breaths and then regained composure as he placed her soft face in his mammoth hands. “I’m so hard”, he said, “that I will split you in two.” A tidal wave of desire crashed over her as she gave into him completely. That was all she needed, to come undone.
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“…show me that you love me and that we belong together…”
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