She loves to be slapped when she cums
She'll be getting all hot and then she'll scream, "DO IT, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!"
I slap her until she's finished
She loves for me to slap her right after I cum in her mouth
I'll cum, push her head back and let her have it
I dig watching my cum fly out of her mouth and get stuck in her hair
It gets me off
Lately, she wants to increase the pain factor
Now she wants me to punch her on the cheek when she cums
She says the orgasms are even more intense
The last time however didn't go so well
She was about to cum and wanted me to punch her
She yelled, "C'MON FUCKER HIT ME!!!"
I hit her
She had an explosive orgasm
I also knocked two of her teeth out of her mouth
She was upset with me
She began hitting me
I punched her again, knocking her to the floor
She now has a swollen lip & two missing teeth
She dumped me later that night
Oh well
At least it felt good for both of us!-
Captured me with your presence,
Bound me by your grace.
Entice me with your pleasure,
Intoxicate me with your scent.
Spread your limbs across my face,
Indulge in your flavor,
Enamor me with the taste.
Let me savor every drop,
Not a single drop wasted—
The most delicious thing ever tasted.-
Efforts you make in love,
Learning GARBA to dance with her in Navratri.-
You could be my sun
And I’m your flower
Sunflower
I reflect your moves
Following your tracks
Across the sky
From east to west
Looking for your warmth
Seeking your light
To shower my leaves
To brighten me with life
And when you’ve set
Gone in twilight’s embrace
I’ll turn back to east
While you’re asleep
So you’ll find me when you rise
Welcoming your shine
Once again
Longing for your honeyed glow-
As the woman he'd paid for rolled over naked to face him,
Her legs fell apart as if strings holding
her marionette form had been cut.
Yes, he thought. This is her surrender.
Her child-like face astonished him,
But he was beyond redirection.
The salty petals of her ripened womb
Turned outward, as if seeking the sliver of sunlight
Peeking through haggard curtains.
He knew he would soon possess all of her.
As his clothes fell to the floor, he gazed at her soft pink orifice,
Knowing it would be the member receiving her death
For anguish always stands close to pleasure.-
AS I drift into
a deep state of relaxation
clearing my mind
of rubble and waste;
I choose to focus on YOU...
YOU and one thing of all
the many things
I could meditate on:
YOUR mouth, lips, tongue
and more contributors
of soft, purposeful,
and igniting kisses
from your lips.
IN my imagination
they are real
sending arousal signals
throughout my entire body
--nose to toes.
Our tongues softly dual;
Our breath is gently exchanged.
YOUR imaginary kisses
are so real and proven
by the rise in my manhood.
Meet me
at the Kissing Place
and we'll confirm
how real imaginary kisses are.
OKAY?-