My Mother warned me about you, The sweetness of your tongue. Sensations spiralling the moon, While I heard the message you sung. My mother warned me of your animal ways Walking on your hind legs, head held high. Goatish beard swinging , Eyes ablaze, Your hoof like fingers plunging as you hear me cry. My mother warned me to follow the cross, To hold dear the angels who stand close. But your glimmer caught me in its magnifi...

Playing with my toy once a day, Brings happiness and laughter in many ways. Stripping down to my glorious skin,  Clothes just thrown around in the Motor Inn. Smoothing my body with my trembling hands, These glorious curves are no ones lands. Finger to lips to shush the moaning sound, As I glance in the mirror without a frown. Enjoying the sensation of my touch, Breasts swelling, hardening, darkening a smudge. Gently twist...

Time, they say is a perceptionHolding you back from meEffort is a conceptionNeeding for us to break free Life fills real time in our hoursTo touch your face but a dreamSkin on skin would be oursA fantasy it sadly would seem You inspire my words trulyChat is personal and only for youYet we miss each other unfairlyOur past experiences holds us in lieu. To whisper in your earAnticipation of your cyber touchTongue licking lip...

Watching your head between my thighs Oh how I can't seem to hold back the sighs Feeling your hot breath against my clit Makes me wet and extremely slick The quick flickers of your tongue Ensures I am close but not yet done Playing at my opening with your finger Makes my body dance with the need for you to linger Nipping my clit with your beautiful teeth Makes me weak and it hard to breath One finger, two fingers, knuckle...

Sliding my hands down my body, I feel the beginnings of a slight tremble. Do I have time? A quick glance at my watch confirms that I do, but should I? Why not. Feeling the slow pathway my fingers take to strip my body of all clothing, throwing them on a chair behind me, I laugh for the freedom. Everything but the polished black stilettos, they can stay. Standing there in front of the full length mirror, twisting and turni...