wholesome filth/polite porn/clean dirt  

jim20053 51M
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5/17/2006 9:18 am

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8/20/2006 8:16 pm

wholesome filth/polite porn/clean dirt


( this bit of silly froth, produced 4 the enjoyment of cyber-strumpetz w/ a yen 4 naughty prose, comes 2 yer delectation in the total abscence of profanity - awww! )

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I know when you looked at me that you were secretly imagining how it might feel to have my rough male hands on your body, to feel the sweet wonderful friction of them against your sensitive places, making you shudder when you felt my lips and tongue nuzzle on your throat while my fingers began unbuttoning your clothes and teasingly reaching inside them to touch you, or how delectable the lean powerful silhouette of my body would seem as your hands began to explore it, your heart pounding with surges of lust while you felt me undressing your beautiful young body.
You wondered if I would smile at your blazing blush of feminine arousal when finally my fingers grazed gently over your heaving breasts, tenderly whispering my desire for you while my lips wander up behind your ear and my other hand slides under your knee and strokes its way along your thigh while the eager pressure of your passionate embrace tightened upon me. You wanted to mesmerize me with the panting music of your voice when you told me how beautiful you felt with my hands stroking you all over and how aroused you were becoming from the heat and size of my erection as it pressed against you, and to moan with the heat of your wanton desire as I placed your hand in mine and guided your cool smooth fingers around it, to hear my voice growing hoarse with arousal, telling you how lovely your pretty little hand feels as I watch your features register the swelling tide of your own need, then seeing your expression of female reverie suddenly contort with delight when you felt my fingers going down inside your panties, your gasping and sighing growing ever more helplessly lascivious as I begin petting your tender little sex, cleaving open the musky peach-mound of your vulva to caress its hidden secret, to urge me on with the glorious lyrical moaning of your assent while you felt your hips rocking forward to accentuate the rising tide of your erotic delight, the sweet fragrance of your girl-honey suddenly growing strong enough to entrance me like a drug when I cleave your throbbing little pink Venus with two fingers, making my fingers rotate slightly against the snug hot tunnel of your femininity while gradually driving them deeper and deeper inside you, my lips whispering my own horny desires to your skin as my kisses meander down onto the rigid swollen tips of your nipples.
I know just how excited you would get, having me kneel in front of you, the hot gusts of my breath tickling your belly and thighs as I pull your panties down, so that the dewy nest of curls framing your dainty pink love-nest were exposed only inches from my face, and how wild and embarrassing it would make you feel to be totally naked in front of an older man as he begins to kiss and lick and suck at your tingling little petals, his hands teasing your rump and belly while you bite your lip and groan uncontrollably from the sudden onset of your sensual pleasure.
You wanted to see and feel me as I discovered the taste and scent of your beautiful little pink sex-treasure, to thrill at the teasing contact of my rigid member on your leg while you ran your hand through my hair, and to revel in having a man at your feet, his kisses rousing your throbbing blossom of erotica into the magic realm of joy it deserves, boiling with an entirely new level of ferocious desire. You wanted my eyes rising to meet yours as you felt my tongue violating you over and over, knowing that the loveliness of your face was inspiring the ardour of my love-kisses to quicken beneath your heaving navel while you felt your knees begin to buckle from the swelling waves of girlish sexual rhapsody that set your entire body vibrating with amorous shivers of helpless bliss.
You met my gaze with yours, inwardly eager to get home so that you could tumble onto your bed and pull your skirt up, pulling your panties down around your ankles to caress yourself while you pictured the dark heat of my eyes on yours growing even more tropical while my tongue emerged from inside your creamy slit and rose to meet the hard prominence of your little burning clitoris, so that your hand in mine grabs on tight while your other hand pushes the back of my head forward in order to grind my face against you ever more lewdly as I quicken the strokes of my tongue in time to the wild cries of your urgent soliloquy of lust, and you begin whorishly undulating against me when at last I complete my conquest of your glistening pink secret, your moans and sobs heralding the frantic actions of my tongue between your thighs as I celebrate the climax of your sacred mystery.
Your body tingled from the thought of embracing and kissing me as you discover your taste on my lips, then kissing your way down to my nipple and nursing at it while your fingers enjoy my erection, wondering at the strange suppleness of the skin covering its long thick shaft when you tug it, then tonguing my navel as you slide it over the silky trembling softness of your breasts. The sensation of tingling began to turn into a bittersweet throb of desire when you pictured having the crown of my phallus poised upon your dainty lips and then sighing in decadent rapture when you first tease it with your impish tongue and then engulf it in the excruciatingly silky wetness of your mouth at last, finding yourself both unable and unwilling to prevent the quickening jerking motion of your head as your girlish face starts to devour me, nor to interrupt the eager fondling motion of your hand between your open thighs where it gives your sex its hidden ritual of ecstatic delights.
You secretly dreamt of feeling my hands shaking as they ran through your hair while you forced ever more of my throbbing sex past your burning lips, clamping them tightly around it each time your beautiful face retreats so that you can milk the semen from me - the strange bitter fluid serving to further intoxicate your drumming heart when you suddenly feel yourself begin to glow with the maddening flame of your orgasm. You longed to let me both hear and feel the muffled breathless cries of your sexual victory while your other hand pumped desperately on my shaft, its tightening grip and rising tempo urging me to thrust myself ever harder and more maniacally into the surging volcanic heat of your fellatio, the sudden quickening of your magnificent rite of girlish lust accentuated by the catalyst of your honey's musk rising to greet me - and to let the silky purple crown of my manhood graze across your adoring face while you felt the hot syrupy jets of my sperm erupting forth to anoint your lips and cheeks and chin, to drool down lasciviously onto your jiggling cleavage in counterpoint to your triumphant sighs and laughter.


jim20053 51M

5/17/2006 12:31 pm

Aaah, yes - erotica: the big greasy catfish of the literary food-chain.


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