The storm clouds, they gather; rolling in with the menace of electric whips and rumbling thunder, prematurely blackening the sky, defiling the morning just as this desire corrupts my mind and debases this body, this woman weakened by the want, the myopic want for you and only you, the craving for your power and domination, for each of the lustful urges that tear your flesh to easy shreds and scar your very soul, the grip of fingers in my hair, your hand at the curve of my throat, your mouth feeding the debauchery of your own need into my poised and glistening lips, the trailing touch of rough digits itching to bury themselves into my molten core, the sex, the cunt throbbing, silently screaming your name, the deluge between my legs, the ultimate betrayal of my enduring hunger, the hunger not merely for the cock straining hard against the fabric but also the feast of your kiss, our skin fused and gleaming with the carnality of our fucking, with the fire burning deep within, the flames engulfing, reducing to dust these bodies and just as quickly resurrecting, giving sweet life as we clutch and shudder, as we surge and cry out together, as the tempest rages in here and the now and the elsewhere for us both.
Another perfect and exquisite melding of words and image. Every time I think I’ve seen the most erotic post you’ll ever share, you consistently outdo yourself.
– Jack
After four years and at a point when I’m feeling a little redundant in this sphere, this means a great deal – thank you, Jack. I’m so grateful this desire translates in both mediums, especially when the craving is so acute…
Not even Shakespeare’s words can compare with yours…
You can’t compare me to The Bard, Os!
But…I will take the compliment with a blushing smile nonetheless…
tempest in a teapot
you and me
****ing and ****ing
full of glee
:*, beautiful
Your dirty little ditty has me aching, aching to drop my knickers… 😉
I used to think you were good with words until I saw your title…. it’s spelt “temptress” 🙂 and for the record I think you are amazing with words.
Oh my… I’m now swooning and all out of words thanks to you, new admirer…
Just. Incredible.
Mike
Two little words and I’m over the moon. Thank you so much, Mike…
(PS It’s lovely to see you back.)
A Tempest of passion, lust, and desire born of carnal needs. Let us make our own squall of carnal need to put the mightiest of typhoon to shame.
I suspect we could do just that, SSir. In fact, I’m thinking along the lines of a great flood…
I’m definitely hearing some thunder…
Shall we weather the storm under my covers together?
I adore stormy weather. 🙂
I knew I liked you for good, sexy reason… 🙂
I’ve been caught in a few deluges in my time CM, but none as tempestuous as you evoke in this passage.
Pray you never cease this defiling and debasement.
Your beautifully written prayers have been answered, bhp – I couldn’t stop this carnal licentiousness even if I tried. The need is too great, too innate. And the tempest too much like home…