Fullness
/ˈfʊlnəs/
(n.) 1. The state of being filled to capacity or being full.
2. The feeling you experience when two people, one in front of you, supporting your thighs with their palms and holding your ankles on their shoulders, while the other, behind you, holding you up in their arms, hands circling your waist, while your head rests on their shoulders, both pounding mercilessly in and out, stuffing both holes, only to finish inside of you, filling you up so much that it leaks out.

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Faster and faster
my fingers slide,
Up and down,
In and out
"That's it babygirl,
come for me"
The command breaks
through the mute static
of the phone.
I moan out his name,
He groans out mine,
Together we ride
the euphoric high.

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Woke up from my sleep today,
Feeling strangely warm,
Still devoid of clothes,

His hungry gaze
Had me pinned to spot.
With a sexy smirk
He buried his face
Between my legs.

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Me(showing a pic on my phone to mom): Maa, this is my BF.

Mom: Haye! But shouldn't she be your GF?

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Big rough hands,
kneading my moulds,
cold, wet trail,
running down my torso,

a warm breath on my crotch,
a sloppy lick, then two,
two dark, lusty eyes,
set firmly on mine, and
a face dug in between my thighs.

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his lips part in satisfaction
as i cup my palms
and hold his face,
lightly tracing his jaw
with feather-light pecks.

a sigh escapes his lips
as i move upwards,
a ghost of my lips lingering
my breath heating his ear-shell.

as my teeth scrape the heat
of his flushed skin,
revelling in the pink hue
left in their wake,
his breath leaves him
in a ragged pant
bringing with them the traces
of a deep throaty moan.

a sharp inhale is heard
followed by a heavy trembling sigh
as my tongue lashes out
to soothe the ache my teeth caused
and to leave a promise
of sweeter things to come.

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The sun melts into the sea,
orange fusing into cerulean
waves caress the sand floors
the winds carrying the caws
of the birds returning home.

The serenity is broken
by a long drawn-out moan,
blending into a whimper, a plea for relief
my body bathed in sunlight liquefies into gold
then crystallises all at once, quaking
reduced to a shuddering mess
from the tremors
arising from the brute force
of his upward thrusts

His teeth score the soft flesh of my neck
tongue lashing out to sooth the ache
he presses my back closer to his chest
my name a prayer
tumbling down his lips,
at once praising my obedience
and denying me my sweet relief.

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The air shifts as he enters the room
Standing right behind me,
Far enough for us to not touch,
Close enough to make himself known.

With a delicate swipe
He brushes my hair off my neck
Then leans down to taste,
To inspect his artwork from the night before.

Soft petals and wispy breaths
Travel down my back
While his hands start an upward journey of their own.

His teeth sink into my softness
While his fingers find haven
In the moist warmth
In the place he calls home.

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My face cupped in his palm
His thumb grazes my tongue
Gently caressing
As I suckle at its tip.

He slides the other hand
Down my torso
A light brush
On my heated skin

His fingertips play
A soft dance at my thighs
Always avoiding the place
Where I need him the most

His fingers graze my core
Never fully touching
My hips rise of their own accord
Until his digits find their home.

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The water drips down my back
As I stand under a hot shower
After a long day at work.

Behind me, the glass door slides open and shuts,
Quietly, not disturbing my trance.

He stands behind me
His chest grazing my back
Stroking my scalp,
Gently
Continuously.

The motion is slow
Drawn out
Sensuous
Soothing
Quite unlike his other fingers
That work at a rapid pace
In and out
Faster now
And deeper
Harder
Until finally, he has coaxed a moan
And coated his fingers
With my sweet release.

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