middle of the urge
Added 2024-05-27 09:04:02 +0000 UTCI woke up and your mouth wasn't around my cock and that is the definition of a rude awakening
Something ravenous has taken control so I touch you to make sure I'm not dreaming. I hear "now we're both awake"
[I had the dream again]
The one where I'm at the clinic and all the faceless patients suck me up like a milkshake and it feels so, so good. It feels like throat fucking your lover on a lazy river. It feels like 600 hands on me at once. My whole essence being shot out of the head of my cock for miles and miles and I am just as hungry as the mob.
I need a harder word than fuck - "earth" is close. I want to earth you. I am the seed, you are soil. Let me water your grounds.
I'm secure enough to weep but you need to move me and that requires your basest desires. Things that get you expelled from the bloodline. Excommunicated.
[frightening me with your grip]
The quiver in your voice is a dominant one. You're scared of your own power. Celestial, secular and fiendish all in one fuck. One earthing.
You go. You go again. I go. I go again. You go again.
And even though there's no more end in sight we keep going until my thighs can't hold my weight because everyone knows it's the journey, not the destination that we're living for and I kiss you more in the past hour than I have all week [and that's saying a lot]
But blood simply won't flow anymore so it's back to bed. Our fingers are tangled and we hold hands and I dream of an afterlife as one energy [how our souls will fuck]
Comments
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Margaret Peffy Margie Maggie
2024-05-28 12:15:27 +0000 UTCNo Doc, *I* am the seed. You are the soil… and the water…and the sun. I *was* the seed and you nurtured me. You watered me again and again. You waited patiently. You continued to provide care, a “gentle touch” until my pip flickered… then an eminent spark. Unfolding soon after. Now, my roots continue to expand. They become stronger everyday with your continued care. You’re so attentive to my thirst, my needs, my desires. The regular soakings keep me happy, healthy, flourishing. Your presence, your nurturing ways, gave me the courage to be brave. So I set out on a path, went towards your brilliant light. The way you still tend to me: those golden beams that deem me worthy, how you manage to see beyond the seed in favor of the promise of my flora.
Catherine
2024-05-28 11:34:22 +0000 UTCLegitimately though drDarling, you can tell us all the things. Every. Detail. Every swipe of tongue and trail of fingertip you remember of the hundreds of hands and mouths and tongues. This is a safe space for us all.
QQMegs
2024-05-28 07:28:19 +0000 UTC[Lyrics] When I get home I'll water your garden And eat what you sow But out on the road Spring is frozen The snow is meltin' too slow … Wherever it grows (water my garden) I'll water your garden (water my garden) In sunshine or storms (when you get home) Just want you to know (just like we started) My rain is comin' (before you departed) Your fallow bed will feel my shadow (and I held you close) https://open.spotify.com/track/0CVaDx0YP1nMwZd1eg88cX?si=xhWyEh4cS7WTLO7fjXrvxQ
Wild-Rose
2024-05-28 06:27:42 +0000 UTCShit, even 10 😳
Lina
2024-05-27 23:53:40 +0000 UTCYou say earthing [and it is apt and elegant], but to me you feel like the sea. Your tides wash over me and pull me out into the swells. I tumble and roll head over heels until I find my bearings, but then I can ride [wave after wave]. You lift me up so high, drop me down [crash and break and bend]. You flow over me, under me, into me [again and again and again] until I am exhausted, spent [worries scoured away by your bubbles and grit and endless horizons]. You spit me back on the shore, to rest and reflect in the sun, but you will return to me soon. Relentless and inevitable, you will want to play with your toy with the next tug of the moon.
Jamie
2024-05-27 20:41:31 +0000 UTCDear [dr]sir, [I], am the seed. [You] are the sun, the dew, the dead and decaying life, reborn, that feeds me. [We] are already one, Our souls have already fucked, are fucking, will fuck. You’ve wept on my breast, I’ve swallowed you whole. [My] particles -my star stuff- on my side of the Universe and your particles on your side have always been, are, will always be. [I’ve] fed you, warmed you, quenched you. Covered you over in my earth, waited for your green spark of cosmic hope to break free. [I] will always wait. And I have always hoped.
elang104
2024-05-27 19:44:21 +0000 UTCdream away baby, tell me [us] all about it 😏
heynicebuns
2024-05-27 19:36:19 +0000 UTCWell alright then. I mean, it was highly rude of us to have to you wake up that way...but also equally rude to wake up without your mouth on us. So I would say fair is fair? Let's just make sure it doesn't happen again? Ok?
Lindsy Irene
2024-05-27 18:46:41 +0000 UTCYou're so sexy. Give us your milkshake Dr... give us your milkshake
ava
2024-05-27 18:30:34 +0000 UTCFingers grasping, mouths enveloping, smothering and encompassing through the loam across realms and time - it's like a Hieronymous Bosch interpretation of Dante's second circle, in the best way.
Megan (mlgreads)
2024-05-27 16:08:06 +0000 UTCMa'am please edit out that "sorry" bc 🥵 "Replace the old aches with new ones" *phew*
Margaret Peffy Margie Maggie
2024-05-27 16:05:09 +0000 UTCI had a migraine last night and I took my pills and I’m fine but I haven’t got pretty or clever words in me today. I’ve got aches and pains and I need them fucked away. I’m desperate for it, for your thick [meaty, of course] dick to pound the aches away. I’ll lay down and hang my head over the edge of the bed and you skull fuck me so deep it replaces the old aches with new ones. You can watch my tits bounce with how each thrust of that cock, each pump into my warm greedy mouth. Maybe you put one hand in my hair to make sure the angle of my esophagus is just right for you. While you’re back there, give that hair a nice hard pull, make sure I feel it and gasp and moan and whimper around you, letting my drool and your precum and my tears leak down my cheeks and into my hair [it’s a wash day today so who cares?]. Slap my tits, slap my pussy. Give me some new pain to think about [please drSir, more]. Take your dick out and slap it on my face, my cheeks, my lips. Slide it back into my helplessly needy mouth and ride my face while I incoherently beg for your cum until you give it all to me. I want it, need it. It’s my medicine now, my panacea. Your spurting hot thick cum is the only thing that will take all the aches away, but only if every drop is mine. Do you want to cum in my mouth, in my throat that’s so open and ready for you so I can swallow my medicine down like a good little cocksleeve? Or on my soft white tits, and I can rub it around, and play in it until it starts to get sticky and dry? Or on my face? Your cum dripping from my lips, down my cheeks, off my eyelashes, into my hair? As long as I get every bit of you, I don’t give a fuck, you just let me know if I need to close my eyes. Sorry. That was long y’all. My head really fucking hurts. This helped distract.
QQMegs
2024-05-27 15:44:32 +0000 UTCI have had 10 (non sexual) massaging hands on me at once before and that was overwhelming. 600 😳🤯
siesta_maven
2024-05-27 15:05:50 +0000 UTC
