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Added 2024-08-03 15:47:31 +0000 UTCThere's a rhythm. There's no time or temperature there, but it's where we go just before climax
Something happens to my heart when you fuck me into the rhythm. My resonance matches the rhythm's and I am lost and all my thoughts of us old together and us cooking and making out and laughing at the beach all fuse into me being celestially subdued by your fuckhole and my body clawing back to any realm we could reasonably recognize as reality. Denied/Denied/Denied by your foaming pussy. Your milkcunt. Your warm, wet cock guzzling maw. Reality is out of reach. I am a million billion pieces, but my mouth says "jerk it off" and I pull away - flicking bits of you from the head of my cock. Your hand fucks me and I die in a slurry of cum and screaming. It's better than any banquet could ever be.
I wake up maybe 15 minutes later but I'll be damned if it's not a different day
Comments
oh i just LOVE this 🫠
Lina
2024-08-04 08:54:40 +0000 UTCDamn Megs
Jamie
2024-08-04 06:31:51 +0000 UTCJaunted over to the beach today, escaped this endless heat for a bit. Hope y’all had a great day too. The words just hit something different. Seeing them, reading and re-reading, just strokes some hidden gspot between my ears. And that nerve runs like a fingertip down my spine to my cunt. I’ve always loved reading so much. If I go to that space in my head while I read (maybe it’s in the rhythm too), I get these whole scenes that play out, like an immersive imax movie or virtual reality. I can almost smell you [drDarling you], standing [cock up] in front of me. In the rhythm in my head, your cock throbs and twitches in time with the heartbeat thumping in my pussy, and my blood pumps with your scent instead of oxygen. The you in my rhythm has eyes that look down into my eyes before they roll back and a mouth that quirks up at the corner before it sucks in a hissing “god, fuck” as I kiss the inside of your knees, one each, and lick a wet, hot trail up the inside of your thighs while I trail fingers through the hair on your legs. I lick up until my nose is pressed to your balls and your dick thumps against my cheek and ear. The skin where your thigh meets your pelvis is particularly salty, in this rhythm. I lick my lips and breathe deep, like a sommelier searching for flavor notes. I put my tongue in the dent on your hip and suck. And nip and suck and scratch with my teeth until it’s marked, a little strawberry patch of skin where I know I’ve savored all of the tastes your skin has to offer. I look into your eyes and feel the need course through me. As I wonder if you’d want my mouth or my pussy, and I think “he seems to be in the mood to get jerked off lately, maybe spit on your hand and…,” you grab my hair and yank me up to your mouth [it is my rhythm after all, not yours] and slide your fingers through my lips, rubbing my clit along the way, to see if I’m ready. Wet enough to take you the way I want [all of you]. Your fingers slide right through, because the taste and scent of your skin still fill my mouth and nose and are enough to flood me in anticipation for the meaty cock I can feel pressed into my tummy. I scoot back to trace a finger up the vein on the underside as our tongues fuck each other the way our bodies are straining to. When my finger gets to the top, it’s wet with precum and I scoop it up and bring it to our mouths for us both to taste. You groan and spin me around and press a hand to my hip and the other to my back and tell me to hold on to something. Now. Even in this dream place of rhythm in my head I know I’m going to feel you all the way in. And I do. I feel the stretch from the thick ridge of the rim of your head sliding past my slick pussy lips all the way until your balls swing into me. [Do you feel that? I always wonder how they can be so sensitive about hitting anything except when they’re slapping ass.] In the rhythm in my head, you impale me, fill me, stretch me, and the only thing I’ve got to keep my balance is my hands braced on the floor by my feet. “You feel so good. So good. God, so good.” You feel like the blessing of a benevolent god. Like you were carved from a piece of me and that missing piece is being returned. As you slip into your rhythm and the moans and cries pour forth and turn to screams and then a low growl as the orgasm rips through me, and my pussy squeezes down on your cock, pulsing with the waves of pleasure that’s so wild, so sweet, it hurts a little. You’re in the space now, your rhythm, and your thrust gets desperate and you yank me up and around my waist and squeeze my nipple and slide your other hand down to hold my clit as your body pumps mine and I can feel your breath wheeze in my ear, but can barely hear it over my own whimpers and the rush of blood as you cum, jerking me onto you like a lifeless doll. I cum again when your hand uses my clit to yank me onto you deeper and cum slides out and drips down. I get to the end of the poem. Stare for a minute. And start from the beginning, a different rhythm this time.
QQMegs
2024-08-04 05:17:56 +0000 UTCI just the way your mind works is nothing short of miraculous
Casey
2024-08-04 03:43:10 +0000 UTCSighhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Donna
2024-08-04 01:14:38 +0000 UTCWhere is my creampie the verbose version. There is a rhythm I get lost to. The slip and slide, grind right there. I know it well. We’ve melded together for this dance among the stars behind my eyes many times. My, how did you put it, ah yes fuckhole has torn you from reality and refuses to let your million billion pieces escape. This cock guzzling maw, however, is thirsty and riding a knifes edge, waiting to be filled. Not for the moment but for something deeper, more tangible, more grounding, more lasting. Something beyond the pleasant lingering ache to remember it is not another day. This cunt yearns to be flooded, to milk your cock dry, and yet she is denied/denied/denied.
siesta_maven
2024-08-04 00:35:05 +0000 UTC"celestially subdued by your fuckhole" is so deliciously filthy omg. 🤤😍
Sybil ❄️
2024-08-04 00:27:51 +0000 UTCCan’t explain it but loving “milkcunt” 🤭
Catherine
2024-08-03 22:41:39 +0000 UTCMan, I love everything you do but “fuckhole” is not it for me 🥺
Katie
2024-08-03 19:31:03 +0000 UTC*melts*
Margaret Peffy Margie Maggie
2024-08-03 17:22:57 +0000 UTCThere’s a faded red Persian rug under my feet. It’s softened under 100 years of footsteps; I dig my toes in. It’s pliant and there. There’s a body under my jade silk robe. It’s softened and hardened with 28 years of growing; I let my hands roam. It’s supple and warm—and [you’d] like it. There are headphones holding my ears. They’re playing a different [you], a different day, 15 minutes earlier; I listen and I see. It’s morning there too. I can feel the rug, my body, the headphones, [your bamboo sheets]. But I’m not really here, not now, not after reading this. Not after meeting [you] in this place where [a million billion pieces] melt in my sacredly wet cunt and unify in my caring, promising hands. Again, again, again, again. I want to live here, where the rhythm of bodies marks time with heartbeats, and lust [more] spikes a fever. The comet’s tail of past and present anticipates a future stretched out together. But [you’re] right, the rhythm is now. Want to dance?
caroscope
2024-08-03 17:19:44 +0000 UTC“Cock guzzling maw”… I-
Sara🦋
2024-08-03 16:55:54 +0000 UTCSadly not awakened to this bliss this morning, and I am at work for hours and hours more. Horny at work. Still delighted to see it. Thank you, you sweet filthy depraved in the most delightful way man. I’ll be back.
Jamie
2024-08-03 16:48:22 +0000 UTC
