Sensual Pen   (Burning PenđŸ–Šī¸)
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Joined 22 April 2020
30 JUN AT 12:18

Lila: (teasing) Took you long enough to find me, Julian.
Julian: (smirking) Had to make sure you were worth the chase.

Lila: (raising an eyebrow) And? Verdict?
Julian: (voice low) Guilty of stealing my attention.She laughed, stepping closer, her perfume—jasmine and warmth—teasing his senses.

Lila: (playful) Careful, I might steal more than that.
Julian: (leaning in) Name your price, Lila.Her fingers brushed his sleeve, lingering.

Lila: (whispering) A dance. Right here.He set his glass down, pulling her close. The distant music pulsed, their bodies swaying.
Julian: (husky) You feel too good to be this dangerous.

Lila: (smiling) Danger’s half the fun.His hand grazed her waist, sparking heat.
Julian: (murmuring) And the other half?

Lila: (lips near his) Finding out how much trouble we can cause.Their eyes locked, the air electric, promises unspoken.
Julian: (softly) Trouble it is, then.

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24 JUN AT 12:29

Every time sex is not equal to LOVE

but the ultimate destination of LOVE is SEX

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23 JUN AT 12:52

āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āϕ⧋āĻŽāϞ āĻ¸ā§āĻĒāĻ°ā§āĻļ⧇ āφāϗ⧁āύ āĻœā§āĻŦāϞ⧇,
āĻļāĻŋāϰāĻžā§Ÿ āĻļāĻŋāϰāĻžā§Ÿ āĻļāĻŋāĻšāϰāĻŖ āĻĻā§‹āϞ⧇āĨ¤
āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĻ⧁āĻ°ā§āĻŦāϞāϤāĻž āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰāχ āĻĻāĻžāύ,
āϤ⧃āĻˇā§āĻŖāĻžāĻ°ā§āϤ āĻ ā§‹āρāĻŸā§‡ āĻ–ā§‹āρāĻœā§‡ āωāĻˇā§āĻŖ āĻĒāĻžāύāĨ¤
āύāϖ⧇āϰ āφāρāĻšā§œā§‡ āφāρāĻ•āĻž āĻ—āĻ­ā§€āϰ āϏ⧁āĻ–,
āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋāϟāĻŋ āĻĻāĻžāϗ⧇ āĻĒā§āϰ⧇āĻŽā§‡āϰ āωāĻ¨ā§āĻŽā§āĻ–āĨ¤
āϰ⧇āĻļāĻŽā§€ āϘāĻžāĻŽā§‡āϰ āĻ—āĻ¨ā§āϧ āĻŽāĻžāϤāĻžāϞ āĻ•āϰ⧇,
āĻāĻ•āĻžāĻ•āĻžāϰ āĻšāχ āĻĒā§āϰ⧇āĻŽāĻžāϏāĻ•ā§āϤ āĻ­ā§‹āϰ⧇āĨ¤
āĻ…āĻĒā§‚āĻ°ā§āĻŖāϤāĻž āϘ⧁āĻšā§‡ āϝāĻžā§Ÿ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰāχ āϰāϏ⧇,
āĻ…āύāĻ¨ā§āϤ āϰāĻžāϤ āύāĻžāĻŽā§‡ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻžāϰ āĻŦāĻļ⧇āĨ¤

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23 JUN AT 12:43

āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻšāĻžāϏāĻŋāϤ⧇ āĻĢ⧁āϞ⧇āϰ āϰāĻ™ āĻŽā§‡āϖ⧇,āĻŽāύ⧇āϰ āϕ⧋āϪ⧇ āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻĒā§āύ āĻāρāϕ⧇,
āĻ—ā§‹āϞāĻžāĻĒ⧇āϰ āϞāĻžāϞ āφāĻ­āĻž āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻ¸ā§āĻŽā§ƒāϤāĻŋāϰ āϏ⧂āĻ°ā§āϝ āĻšā§ƒāĻĻāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĄā§‹āĻŦ⧇āĨ¤

āĻāĻ–āύ⧋ āϰāĻžāĻ–āĻŋ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻŽāύ⧇,āϰāĻžāϤ⧇āϰ āϤāĻžāϰāĻžāϝāĻŧ, āϜāĻžāύāϞāĻžāϰ āϕ⧋āϪ⧇,
āĻĢ⧁āϞ⧇āϰ āĻ—āĻ¨ā§āϧ⧇ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϖ⧁āρāϜāĻŋ,āĻšā§‹āĻ– āĻŽā§‡āϞ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āϖ⧇ āĻ›āĻžāϝāĻŧāĻž āĻŦ⧁āĻāĻŋāĨ¤

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20 JUN AT 22:48

āφāĻ•āĻžāĻļ⧇ āϏāĻžāĻĻāĻž āĻŽā§‡āĻ˜ā§‡āϰ āϭ⧇āϞāĻž āĻ­āĻžāϏ⧇
āĻ—āĻžāϛ⧇āϰ āĻ›āĻžāϝāĻŧāĻž āĻĒāĻĄāĻŧ⧇ āύ⧀āϞ⧇āϰ āĻ•ā§āϝāĻžāύāĻ­āĻžāϏ⧇
āĻŦāĻŸā§‡āϰ āĻ›āĻžāϝāĻŧāĻž āĻāĻŋāĻŽāĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻļāĻžāĻ¨ā§āϤ āĻŦāĻŋāϕ⧇āϞ⧇
āĻĒāĻžāϤāĻžāϰ āĻĢāĻžāρāϕ⧇ āϏ⧂āĻ°ā§āϝ⧇āϰ āφāϞ⧋ āĻāϰ⧇ āĻŽā§ƒāĻĻ⧁ āĻšā§‡āϞ⧇

āϜāϞ⧇āϰ āĻļāĻŦā§āĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻ›āĻ¨ā§āĻĻ⧇ āĻšāĻžāĻ“āϝāĻŧāĻž āĻ—āĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻ—āĻžāύ⧇āϰ āϏ⧁āϰ
āύāĻĻā§€āϰ āϕ⧂āϞ⧇ āĻŦāĻžāρāĻļāĻŋ āĻŦāĻžāĻœā§‡, āĻ•āĻžāϰ āĻšā§ƒāĻĻāϝāĻŧ āĻ•āĻžāρāĻĻ⧇ āĻĻā§‚āϰ
āĻŽāĻžāϠ⧇āϰ āĻļ⧇āώ⧇ āϧ⧋āρāϝāĻŧāĻž āĻ“āϠ⧇ āϕ⧁āρāĻĄāĻŧ⧇āϘāϰ⧇āϰ āϚ⧁āϞāĻžāϝāĻŧ
āĻŽāĻžāϟāĻŋāϰ āĻ—āĻ¨ā§āϧ⧇ āĻŽā§‡āĻļ⧇ āĻœā§€āĻŦāύ, āφāρāϧāĻžāϰ⧇āϰ āϧ⧁āĻĒāĻ›āĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϝāĻŧ

āĻ—āĻžāϛ⧇āϰ āĻŽāĻžāĻĨāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϚāĻžāρāĻĻ⧇āϰ āφāϞ⧋ āϜāĻžāĻ—āĻŦ⧇ āϰāĻžāϤ⧇
āĻ—ā§āϰāĻžāĻŽā§‡āϰ āĻŦ⧁āϕ⧇ āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻĒā§āύ āϘ⧁āĻŽāĻžāϝāĻŧ, āύāĻŋāσāĻļāĻŦā§āĻĻ āĻĒāĻĨ⧇āϰ āϏāĻžāĻĨ⧇
āĻ•āĻŋāϰāĻŖāĻŽāϝāĻŧā§€āϰ āĻšā§‹āϖ⧇āϰ āĻŽāϤ⧋ āĻ—āĻ­ā§€āϰ, āĻ—āĻ­ā§€āϰ āĻāχ āĻ•ā§āώāĻŖ
āĻĒā§āϰāĻ•ā§ƒāϤāĻŋāϰ āϕ⧋āϞ⧇ āĻœā§€āĻŦāύ āĻ–ā§‹āρāĻœā§‡ āϚāĻŋāϰāĻ¨ā§āϤāύ āĻŦāĻžāρāϧāύ

āĻŽā§‡āĻ˜ā§‡āϰ āϭ⧇āϞāĻž, āĻĒāĻžāĻ–āĻŋāϰ āĻĄāĻžāĻ•, āĻĒāĻĨ⧇āϰ āĻŦāĻžāρāĻ•āĻž āϰ⧇āĻ–āĻž
āĻ—ā§āϰāĻžāĻŽā§‡āϰ āĻŦāĻŋāϕ⧇āϞ āĻŦāϞ⧇ āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻāχ āύāϝāĻŧ āĻļ⧇āώ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻžāĨ¤āĨ¤āĨ¤āĨ¤

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20 JUN AT 22:34

āϰāĻžāϤ⧇āϰ āĻ•āϞāĻ•āĻžāϤāĻž, āĻŽā§‹āĻšāĻŽāϝāĻŧā§€ āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ,
āύāĻŋāσāĻļāĻŦā§āĻĻ āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻĒā§āύ⧇ āĻĄāĻžāϕ⧋ āĻļāĻžāĻ¨ā§āϤ āϧāĻžāĻŽā§‡āĨ¤
āĻ—āĻ™ā§āĻ—āĻžāϰ āϕ⧋āϞ⧇ āφāϞ⧋āϰ āϛ⧋āρāϝāĻŧāĻž,
āĻšāĻžāĻ“āĻĄāĻŧāĻžāϰ āĻŦ⧁āϕ⧇ āĻ›āĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āύāĻžāĻŽā§‡āĨ¤
āĻšāĻžāĻ“āĻĄāĻŧāĻž āĻŦā§āϰāĻŋāĻœā§‡āϰ āύāĻŋāĻšā§‡ āϜāϞ,
āĻ•ā§āϞāĻžāĻ¨ā§āϤ āĻšā§‹āϖ⧇, āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻĒā§āύ⧇āϰ āĻĸāϞāĨ¤
āφāϞ⧋āϰ āĻāĻŋāϞāĻŋāĻ•, āύ⧌āĻ•āĻžāϰ āϏ⧁āϰ,
āϤāĻžāϞ āĻŽā§‡āϞāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϰāĻŦā§€āĻ¨ā§āĻĻā§āϰ āύ⧃āĻ¤ā§āϝ⧇āϰ āύ⧂āĻĒ⧁āϰāĨ¤
āĻ­āĻŋāĻ•ā§āĻŸā§‹āϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧāĻž, āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āϰāĻžāϜāϕ⧀āϝāĻŧ āϰāĻžāĻŖā§€,
āĻŽāĻžāĻ°ā§āĻŦ⧇āϞ⧇ āĻŽāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻž, āφāϞ⧋āϰ āĻŦāĻžāĻŖā§€āĨ¤
āĻŽāϝāĻŧāĻĻāĻžāύ āύ⧀āϰāĻŦ, āĻĢāĻŋāϏāĻĢāĻŋāϏ⧇ āĻ•āĻĨāĻž,
āĻĒā§āϰ⧇āĻŽā§‡āϰ āĻ•āĻžāĻšāĻŋāύ⧀ āĻŦāĻž āĻ…āĻĒ⧇āĻ•ā§āώāĻž āĻ…āϝāĻĨāĻžāĨ¤
āĻĒāĻžāĻ°ā§āĻ• āĻ¸ā§āĻŸā§āϰāĻŋāĻŸā§‡ āĻāϞāĻŽāϞ āφāϞ⧋,
āϏāĻŋāĻ—āĻžāϰ⧇āĻŸā§‡āϰ āϧ⧋āρāϝāĻŧāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϝāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤ā§āϰāĻŖāĻžāĻ“ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĨ¤
āĻšāĻžāϏāĻŋāϰ āĻāĻ‚āĻ•āĻžāϰ, āϏāĻ™ā§āĻ—ā§€āϤ⧇āϰ āϧāĻžāϰ,
āĻļāĻšāϰ⧇āϰ āĻŦ⧁āϕ⧇ āϜāĻžāϗ⧇ āφāĻļāĻž āĻ…āĻĒāĻžāϰāĨ¤

āĻĻāĻ•ā§āώāĻŋāϪ⧇ āĻ—āϞāĻŋ, āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āϤāϰāĻ™ā§āĻ— āϰāĻžāϤ,
āĻĢ⧁āϟāĻĒāĻžāϤ⧇ āĻšāĻžāϟāĻž āĻšāĻžāϤ⧇ āϧāϰ⧇ āĻšāĻžāϤāĨ¤
āϏ⧂āĻ°ā§āϝāĻžāĻ¸ā§āϤ⧇ āϰāĻžāĻ™āĻž āĻĻāĻŋāύ⧇āϰ āĻļ⧇āώ
āϕ⧇āω āĻŦāĻž āϰāĻžāϜāĻž, āϕ⧇āω āύāĻŋāσāĻļ⧇āώāĨ¤
āĻļāĻšā§€āĻĻ āĻŽāĻŋāύāĻžāϰ⧇āϰ āϞāĻŽā§āĻŦāĻž āĻ›āĻžāϝāĻŧāĻž
āϏāϰ⧋āĻŦāϰ⧇ āĻāĻ•āĻžāϕ⧀ āϝ⧁āĻŦāϕ⧇āϰ āĻŽāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāĨ¤
āĻ—āĻ™ā§āĻ—āĻžāϰ āϘāĻžāĻŸā§‡ āϧ⧂āĻĒ⧇āϰ āϏ⧁āĻ—āĻ¨ā§āϧāĻŋ
āϰāĻžāϤ⧇āϰ āĻ•āϞāĻ•āĻžāϤāĻž, āĻĒā§āϰ⧇āĻŽā§‡āϰ āϏāĻ¨ā§āϧāĻŋāĨ¤
āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āĻļāĻšāϰ āύāĻ“, āύāϝāĻŧāύāĻŽā§‹āĻšāĻŋāύ⧀ āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ,
āϰāĻšāĻ¸ā§āϝ⧇ āĻŽā§‹āĻĄāĻŧāĻž, āĻĒā§āϰ⧇āĻŽā§‡ āĻ¸ā§āύāĻŋāĻ—ā§āϧ āĻ­ā§‚āĻŽāĻŋāĨ¤
āĻāĻ•āĻŦāĻžāϰ āϚāĻŋāύāϞ⧇ āĻšāĻžāϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āϝāĻžāχ,
āϰāĻžāϤ⧇āϰ āĻ•āϞāĻ•āĻžāϤāĻž, āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϚāĻžāχāĨ¤āĨ¤āĨ¤āĨ¤āĨ¤āĨ¤āĨ¤

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19 JUN AT 12:32

In the darkness of the night,
two hands are entwined on the bed.
The black-nailed fingers seem to brush
with a touch of mystery, igniting a
stream of unfamiliar emotions.
Amidst those hands, the jingle of a
chain, as if playing a game between
bondage and freedom.
The warmth of the body and
the gentle rhythm of breathing
have stilled time, leaving only
sensations flowing like flames.

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18 JUN AT 13:28

The club pulsed with neon lights,
bodies swaying to the heavy bass.
She caught my eye, her hips moving
like liquid sin, teasing from across the room. I beckoned her closer, my gaze
locked on her curves. She smirked,
straddling my lap, her warmth pressing against my hardening rod.

“Dance for me,” I whispered, voice
thick with desire. Her body rolled, slow
and deliberate, grinding against me,
each movement igniting sparks. Her
breath hitched as she leaned in, lips brushing my ear, her scent intoxicating.
The crowd faded; it was just us, her
rhythm matching the throb of my
need. Her fingers traced my chest, teasing, as she rode the tension
between us. “You like that?” she purred, hips circling tighter.
I groaned, gripping her waist, lost in
the heat of her dance, our desires
entwined in the dark.

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18 JUN AT 13:20

In the dim room, our eyes locked,
sparking silent promises. Her soft
lips grazed my skin, sending shivers
through me. Kneeling, her warm breath teased my throbbing desire.
My fingers wove into her hair as she
took me in, tongue dancing wickedly.
Her gaze held mine, daring me to
unravel. Each slow stroke stoked the
fire, her mouth a velvet vise. I groaned,
hips bucking, as she hummed, urging
me closer. The heat surged, relentless,
pulling me to the edge. With a final
thrust, I surrendered, ecstasy crashing
through. She drank every drop, her
smile wickedly triumphant. In that
moment, we were boundless,
consumed by raw hunger.

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18 JUN AT 13:11

Touched like a sin but absolved by desire,
Your skin whispers secrets that set me on fire.
A forbidden dance where shadows entwine,
Each curve, each breath, eternally mine.

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