Please, please. It’s all I want. It’s all I need. It’s all I truly long for.

Please, please. Take me, fuck me, kiss my flesh with your glorious cock. Drive your thrust softly, roughly. Come with me, come for me, come hard, come loud, come all over me. Cover my lips, my breasts, my tongue.

Please, baby, please. Seize me, possess me, bend me to your will. Fuck me, fuck me, come deep inside me. Come deep, deep inside this sweet aching cunt.

Please, please, please.

  1. The Muffin Fan 2010.07.25 5:19pm

    Throbbing. Thrusting. Pulling.

    Sliding. Slipping. Sinking.

    In and out.

    In and out.

    Up and down.

    Over and over.

    Spasming shockwaves.

    Cries of your name.


    And Cumming.

    Jerking. Spewing. Oozing.


    Rising again.

  2. The Panserbjørne 2010.07.26 1:14pm

    How sad that a woman of your raging intensity, sensuality, beauty should be reduced to begging. All you had to do was ask. 🙂

    (Smoking, smoking hot, as is per usual for you).

    — PB

  3. Osbasso 2010.07.26 2:55pm

    I agree with PB… You should never have to beg!

  4. Advizor 2010.07.26 10:12pm

    But begging is part of the fun, expressing unbridled desire, even at the expense of pride and dignity, that ache, the need, the hunger for the body of another, pretenses stripped away.

  5. Cheeky Minx 2010.07.27 3:16am

    Muffin: Ooh, yum… Thank you for the delicious description and mental image, Magic. (And it's very nice to see your powers of recuperation…) 😉

    PB: Oh my, thank you! A case of “Ask and ye shall receive”, then? That is very good to know, PB. I hope you don't mind that I rather enjoy both the begging and the asking (or, should that be the demanding?!)… 😉

    Os: Ooh… Very well, I shall take what I want! 😉

    Advizor: I couldn't agree more, A. Begging and pleading brought on by an intensity of desire; an erotically primal yearning for the merging of flesh. As the song says, “I ain't too proud to beg…” 😉

  6. Joanna Cake 2010.07.28 3:52pm

    Nice work!

    After a three week hiatus, Ruf and I were supposed to be cloning his willy at its optimum size.

    Fat chance, we just couldn't wait to get at each other. The more we denied ourselves, the worse the longing got until our bodies were just wordlessly begging our minds for permission…

    … resulting in a fabulous release.

  7. Lucy x 2010.07.28 8:40pm

    just sums up a moment..moments that we all have/want.

  8. keatsjohnkeats 2010.07.29 12:27am

    A man can't hear those words enough, yet we so rarely do. Thanks for reminding me…

  9. Cheeky Minx 2010.07.30 2:41am

    Cake: “… until our bodies were just wordlessly begging our minds for permission” – I think you've summed up the beautiful flip side where language is no longer necessary and the body and desire take over.

    As for cloning Ruf's willy, any chance you could pass on the techie secrets once it's perfected?!

    Thank you…

    Lucy x: Thank you so much, and welcome…

    kjk: I wonder why it is such a rarity. For me, the utterance is definitely brought about by a strength of desire that overtakes me mind and body, especially when the other yearns to hear it.

    And you're welcome…