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For never having sex does not excite or fulfill me.
I’d rather fuck all day and night than be alone in bed.
I think if I were celibate, it would mess up my head.
I want to explore all of you
From your lips
To your toes
My hands all over your body
Your cock hard at my touch
My mouth covering you with kisses
As our hearts beat together
and our souls join.
is definitely sixty-nine – it’s never been a coup.
It’s bad when I’m on bottom and it’s worse when I’m on top,
I find it rather difficult to focus and I stop.
I love to suck my lover’s cock, and take it to his balls,
With slow and sensuous sucks and licks that make him climb the walls.
It takes some concentration for the rhythm and the flow,
And when we sixty-nine that rhythm goes out the window.
For when I’m on the bottom oftentimes he’ll start to thrust,
And with my clit on fire, alive, there’s no way to adjust.
I want to move around and I forget what I am doing,
It’s hard to keep on sucking when an orgasm is brewing.
And when I’m on the top and I am wet and quite aroused,
I grind into his tongue until his face is rather soused.
I’m way too focused on my clit and how soon I’ll be cumming,
I just can’t focus on his cock and keep his motor running.
I’d rather that we each take turns to turn the other on,
So both of us are satisfied until the break of dawn.
I don’t know if I’ll ever master how to sixty-nine,
But practice might make perfect – and yes, perfect would be fine.
I couldn’t find my way.
I stumbled back and forth, confused,
both every night and day.
I was never satisfied
and I felt deep despair,
for what my life was, all alone
Just visions in the air.
The day you fell into my life
was one I won’t forget,
For I was on the verge of dying
on the parapet.
You touched my soul and pulled me back
and smothered me with love.
And every day since I met you
I thank the Lord above.
After you rescued me I felt
uplifted, calm, and free.
I pray that you will always spend
all of your days with me.
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He loves to watch Sarah drink. After a run on the treadmill she is thirsty, and the ice cubes tinkle against the glass as they float in the water. She gulps the water hastily, and rivulets roll down her chin as she sates her thirst. Peter follows their path down her neck, wishing he could taste the sweetness of the water mixed with Sarah’s sweat.
* * *
Sarah slips into bed nude and spreads her legs. Peter settles between them, his cock rock hard and pressing into his belly as his tongue finds Sarah’s clit. He slips his tongue inside her and her juices quench his thirst, sweet and refreshing to his palate.
* * *
Peter’s hand cups Sarah’s breast and she snuggles closer into him, sighing in satisfaction. He listens as she falls asleep, and his breathing slows as he joins her in slumber, happy and content.