There’s nothing now, nothing but the night, nothing but you and me, nothing but us two, nothing but the longing to feel your kiss, your breath hot and heavy against my skin, nothing but the yearning to have you caress my curves through this silk, nothing but the need to have you ease up this gossamer veil, to have you bare my body to your gaze, to have you reveal my fairness to the light, to have you slip your hand between my thighs, to have your fingers trace this arousal flowing free, to have your fingers slide into the velvet of my fire, to have you take me, to have your hot hard flesh join me, to have the desire that will always complete me.

And as I float away
On this platinum sea
To that distant plane
My otherworldly reverie
It’s always you
Hand outstretched
Waiting there for me

At the day’s dark end, at its quietly lit beginning,
all I crave, all I truly desire is passion, love, the one to embrace,
the man to behold, his body to caress, skin to kiss, lips to trace, this soul to know.

If I press these fingers to my lips, if I hush the lone sweet sigh, if I silence the thoughts, the tumble of words, if I surrender my soul to the quiet, will this light fade to black, will this desire cease its blush, its course, its flow, will this obsession, this beguiling devastation, leave me at long last alone?

Lover
Lay your hands upon me
Spare me nothing
Of your depths, of your desire
End this suffering
The wait so long and lonely
This yearning
That taunts me in the night

It is only once he groans in pleasured anguish, once his hips buck to feed his thick hard flesh ever deeper, once he gasps and unconsciously wonders out loud if he’ll ever feel my sweet cunt again does my mouth stop its lustful assault, my tongue raking along the soft skin of his shaft one final time to scoop up the pearl nestled in his head, before I straddle his thighs and bear my slight body down to give him the blistering heat of my slick needy sex.

Be mine
As the setting sun tints our skin

Be mine
As the summer heat draws us close

Be mine
As the glisten, the glow fuse this flesh together

Be mine
As my kiss, my touch, my hunger meets yours

Be mine
Be mine
Just one last time

May this New Year
Hold you close
Hold you tight
Keep you safely in its palm
Bathe you in its golden lustre
Its passion, love and warmth

Wishing you all a very happy, prosperous and cheeky 2012

~Minx x

Baby
For us
This isn’t the end
It’s merely the beginning

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(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s
gorgeous players and his special post bidding HNT a very fond farewell.
And on a more personal note, Thank you, Os. It’s been an honour, a pleasure and a blast…)

As the humidity rises up, choking the purity of the air, its gleaming trace prickling her skin, her body calls out for him, reaches out to him, piercing the light, drinking in shadows, hungry for its opposite, its complement, the lure of him, his flesh, his hardness, his scent, his touch too great, too vast, too devastatingly addictive to resist.

(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)