He instructs my touch.
I silently obey.
Then shiver.

Let’s ignore the world and climb into bed and kiss and fuck and make
savage dripping love and moan and scream along with the howling wind.

Watching the rays of fading light on my glistening body, I see only pathways made for your palms and fingers, I see only the silhouette that belongs in the grip of your strong hands, the sensual trail yearning for your kiss, your prints, your markings, the scarlet violence dripping, crying, begging for your groans, your thrusts, your ravenous cock, our carnal devastation.

Move in close
Press your pulse to my lips
Feel the heat of my whispers
The five sighs of this pleasure

~o~

To my readers, friends and muses, my sincerest and heartfelt thanks and gratitude for your unerring support, your glittering inspiration, your communion with the words and imagery,
for the glorious gifts you continually bestow upon me.

Thank you all for a truly unforgettable five years.

~Minx x

Baby
If you only knew
The dirty little things
I do to myself as I dream of you

Here and now, there’s only you and me, the fading light, this warm, spring breeze, an intensity of desire that brings us both to our knees, the worship of glowing skin and aching flesh as each stitch and thread is languidly teased away, the kisses luxurious, hungry and deep, an indulgent sensuality that inscribes onto our very souls each gasp and whisper and tremble, every groan, mark, shiver as you lay me down on crisp, white cotton, as you glide your flawless hands along this imperfect skin, as my fingers trace the hollow of your hips, as my lips and tongue find the racing pulse on your neck, as you spread me open and strip me bare, as my body yearns for your mouth and its unique caress, as you slowly ease your hard, dripping cock inside me to the hilt, as my sweet, hot cunt takes you, feels you, sheathes you, milks every drop of your come, as you claim me and fuck me and love me, as I possess you as master and man, as we fuse with a tenderness and carnality that leaves us breathless, complete, undone.

Fuck.

The growled utterance shatters resolutely the silence.

These four little letters, this singular word is all I need to sense the force of his desire, the complex ways in which I tempt him, here and now in the gloaming, dressed in nothing more than nylon and pearls and the heat of my own maddening craving, the pulsating ache between my fair thighs, the sex scarlet and sodden crying out for his mouth to kiss me soft and deep and long, for his tongue to enslave me, to drink down this sweet, fragrant nectar, for his thick, hard flesh to fill me, unleash me, tame me, possess and fuck my tight honeyed cunt with a sensual measure that leaves my entire body trembling and these lips whispering their hunger for more.

I just need to feel you piercing
my soul, digging into
my flesh, a little
too deep

Your lips, lover.

Where will your lips begin?
With the sunlight softly kissing my thigh?
With the delicate swell sheathed in the sheer midnight lace?

Your hands, lover.

How will they bare their craving to touch?
The creamy skin instantly warmed by your seductive caress?
The lean line of the belly you ache to trace and map and mark as your own?

And your flesh, lover.

What of its burning want and its need?
For the slick, sultry depths silently calling for your hard thick cock?
For the one who craves to be taken with such force the sweat pools in the small of her back?

Lover
I crave and burn
Glow for you and you alone