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.
Tame you? No never sweet Minx, much more fun to ride along with you and fuel the fire.
That sounds like the perfect plan, JB…
and even if you’re not…. I am…. hungry for more….of you as always sweet gorgeous Minx
xxx
This minx not hungry for more? I think you’re underestimating my sensual and carnal appetites, obsessed…
Such an effective and affective word.
Yes, yes – as verb, noun and exclamation…
Fuck….
😉
Exactly. 😉
Delicious text Minx, lovely image too of course. Like always a well balanced dance between image and words.
What a beautifully evocative way to phrase the interplay – thank you, Franco…
Lovely …
I’m delighted you think so, Ben…
Wow! Just wow! The image, the prose, the sentiment, all of them hit the spot with a resounding thud!!
Hitting the spot is just how I would describe your comment, Ian. I’m crossing my fingers I can keep the wows coming…
I could, of course, note the beautifully mysterious and shadowy photo, the use and imagery of the wonderful word – ‘gloaming’, the perfect poetry of your phrasing…
All of that.
But there is a catch, a rasping, in the back of my throat. Witnessing your animalistic side and reading, in an equally animalistic way, between the white lines on black. Your darkest side captivates in the extreme.
Then plunge into the shadows, into my dark and velvet depths.
Fuse your carnal animal to mine.
Lose yourself, find yourself there.
exquisite shadowplay, my beautiful! i had fun discovering all of your delicious curves and crevices :*
They had fun being discovered and traced, gorgeous… :*
The silence before the caress. Yielding, open, yearning. Then the touch. The words, such as they are, inadequate but offering. The fullness, the stretching, the surrendering. Now, the sweet pain of being entered. The welcoming of pleasure. Momentarily hesitant. But soon, quicker & faster than expectation, the joining. The rhythm of need. The glorious union of desire & release.
Yes, yes. A thousand times, yes.
This is the only utterance I can offer you since your description is so delectable…
Your words don’t stop with the male species, Minx.
Yes, FUCK… a four-letter word inducing a plethora of sensual possibilities and perversities.
Always in awe and with utter admiration for the sensual art that is The Minx,
Ember
I couldn’t agree more, Ember. The word is also whimpered, whispered and screamed by this minx with great regularity.
As for the “plethora of sensual possibilities and perversities”, I’m loving the way you think, gorgeous girl…
(Thank you for the amazingly generous feedback. You have me blushing profusely.)
It is my business to know what other people don’t know.
And yet … how can it have taken *me* this long to deduce that you were here, waiting to be discovered, like a glittering sapphire in the murk. How is it that so many others have come to realise your exquisiteness before I?
And you are exquisite, be in no doubt of that. I aim to establish just how exquisite with the most thorough exploration of your site – and you – in the coming days.
Lustfully, but respectfully
H
(I’m afraid I must demean myself somewhat, but I must ask: were you Irene Adler in your previous life?)
Ah, Mr Holmes… I was hoping your infamous skills of detection would lead you here sooner. But since I can be rather covert in my activities, it makes perfect sense you haven’t done so before now. (In fact, Ms Adler has given me a pointer or two in that regard along the way. Such a clever and stunningly beautiful woman…)
At any rate, I’m delighted you’ve finally found me and will be undertaking a thorough exploration. Tell me, does this include a frisk? For reasons of safety, that is.
Make yourself at home, Mr Holmes. And take a big bite of the luscious cake…
Thankfully the abolition of the kind of slavery you speak of is yet to see the light of day. Quite the opposite in your case I hope!
As it stands though, Minx, you excercise the figments of my imagination a little too robustly. If only he’d be me, whipped into a frenzy… forgetting to come up for air.
“A little too robustly”? Is that even possible?
I can say one thing with certainty, I’d never want that to be the case, bhp. And all you need do is slide on over, press yourself into me, for the sultry proof…
oh my…. delectably delicious… and your words as well. 🙂
xoox
I’m so tickled both hit the mark for you, lovely… x
🙂 You are very talented, girl.
xoox