ONE SORDID NIGHT

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Prologue

“How sweet it would be, to see you there, lying on the bed, anticipating my presence”…

“How sweet it would be, to relish your contour, basking under the pale glow of the moon as I approach”, I thought for awhile…

Then,

I entered…

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Part 1

And there you were, lying face down, like a slumbering Aphrodite, your skin, smooth as silkened powder, your fragrance, enveloping the room , overcoming my senses…

Just like how I anticipated.

“Oh my lover of the night whose soul doth connects to mine…”, I thought to myself, as I whimper sweet nothings into your ears whilst your eyes lay closed …

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Part 2.

And there I was staring at you, and staring at myself from the reflection in the mirror. Through the faintly glow, there I was, quenching my thirst, with my fingers at your nape.

You quivered with pleasure…

On bended knees, I stoop, there I caressed your supple skin .

You turned over and smiled as I slowly lifted the strings that helm your nightie…

You trembled to the sensation of that cold air now pelting your skin…

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Part 3.

My mouth now explores the silkened length of your legs, relishing its way to your feet, caressing each dainty toe, tenderly taking them in one by one, into my mouth, hearing you let out a silent moan…

(A gush of juice now flows and wet your panties..)

My tongue, now inching along, teases your ankle with little pecks… as both my hands caresses your feet..

You were gasping in delight… mouth wide open, eyes in trancelike state, again, letting out a yearning moan…

(You felt a heightened sense of pleasure, a litany singing from heaven now overcoming your body..)

And you said “Gosh Darling, Give it to me nowI I want it now! Oh Please!!!”, as you spread your legs wide…)

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Part 4.

You were trembling and thrashing, as you gripped and swirl on the bedsheet, your head tossing, your mind swirling, your hair ruffling in a state of pure ecstasy..

Your nails now bite into my back, your legs, lifted, a little higher, gyrating to the rhythmic motion of my intimate dynamic humps.

“Take me! Take me!” you said!

Flesh to flesh, skin to skin, two luscious soul connects and rocks..

Organ to organ, sweat to sweat, moist juice smacking on their pubic hairs, as you held on tightly but firmly, my face limping over your neck, licking the sweet drips of perspiration warming your ears…

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Part 5.

Your nipples now stays erect, perched in gay abandonment brushing my torso… and the trash, at first slow, has now sped in tango. Both legs, once rodeoed, are now clamped, muscles gliding as they rub in intimacy, they are now locked over my back.

Such pain, such pleasure, your hands now gripped my face as you push your lips to meet mine!

“Give me your tongue” you said, as you thirstily quench on my saliva until you squirm and let out a Big BIG moan! Your pussy pulsates and contracts as it churns and swallows my engorged phallus. In an expletive moment, I too came! Spurts after spurts, giving the cunt the last few poundings it deserves!

“I want it inside my mouth!”, you said as you slid below my torso, slurping like s wild crazy creature, taking in every drop of love juice that you possibly could fit into your mouth. You swallowed, fingers guiding the spillovers, as you drank in all the nectar. “Now you’re inside my body”, you said with a sensuous glee.

You held onto me tightly…

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Part 6.

For a fleeting moment , there you are, laying motionless, succumbing to the feeling of ecstasy tinglng your skin and swirling inside your mind. You managed a few giggles as your body lays limpid to the sweet moist of love and lust both mixes in the concoction of the excitement you both planned. You wanted it so much. A far cry from the placid days spent lying there whilst your husband trounces you for his own selfish pleasure without caring for your needs. You lay there wondering, if this romance and discreet intimacy could go on and on, and on…

You wanted it so much to be able to unleash the hidden facets of your longings, trappings of a sex starved woman you knew you were, and for your body to be held and kneaded at the right places. That arouses you. That you know now, is the ingredient which makes the whole bonding heavenly.

And that is what, satisfies you immensely…

Most of all, you wanted to be able to orgasm as much, over and over and over again and feel the sensations lasting on your crotch, arising from the heat and madness with the wonderful lover you have found.

As you lay there, you could here the sounds of shower coming from the bathroom. And smiled. The contractions wasn’t over…

You ran your fingers over your abdomen and down your love hole. You inserted your fingers in and moaned. Now it’s even more sensitive to touch. And you loved it. “What a wild lover”, you thought to yourself. “He’s hot and perfect in every single way..,

And he alone could ignite the flame inside of me…”

The shower door opens and there he stood, the Greek god of sex you were endowed with.

And another tingling sensation envelops your being. “Honestly, I know I am insatiable.” you thought to yourself. “But how could he have made me not think of anyone else except him alone?!” And even when I’m not with him, there’s this longing that bodes into emptiness inside my heart, the longing for his presence, and touch. “Oh how it hurts!”

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Epilogue

I collected my clothes.

Again I approached my sweet Aphrodite and onto her body, I planted kisses. The forehead, the cheeks, the neck, the lips. And went down again to the other lips. Again she moaned. Again she spread her legs.

I smiled.

“Don’t go yet darling, stay with me for a little while more ?” , you were heard saying as I adjusted my self up from the love nest.

I went to your side, holding your hands in mine, feeling your fingers interlocking mine…

I gave it a reassuring squeeze…

And I said “Dear, I am yours, for as long as the river flows, mine will flow to your heart.”

I adjusted my shoelaces, then my tie.

“Never ever forget that, my soulmate, and I heart you.”

And again you pounced onto me, hungrily searching for my lips! I could feel your needs. And I let you. Brushing your hair off your face, my hands now flicking and embracing your gorged nipples…

The door remains closed.

My schedule again changes.

For the umpteenth time…

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THE END.

(Author Unknown)

Drifted

“I enjoy talking to myself. I mean, what do you think

play-writers, bloggers and poets do all the time? If you

don’t enjoy wordplay, and losing your thoughts in

situations that affects you, and reformat it into some

kind of understandable monologue, honestly do you

think you have the niche to become a writer? I

monologue all the time~ and am loving it!

That doesn’t mean I am crazy!

Maybe a bit drifted…

Exceeded Excrete Life

“I’m at an age where I’m supposedly marked ‘safe’. There’re no urges I cannot explain, I don’t ogle at freshly baked muffs, and I walked around gleefully, pretending to look young but inimitably, all my good ol’ features kept wasting away and cranking at the joints. In a few years time, I will be entitled to benefits accorded my age. Civil society had it all thought out already- designated foot paths, regular health checks, cinema and travel concessions, stuffs which are ironically more useful to me when I was younger. All except for that which I grimace and longed to have, but quite incapable of performing.
Age does strange things to one’s eyesight really. Wrinkles vanished completely from everyone you gaze at and older women suddenly looks sweet and desirable. At times, you see multiples of them instead of one.
Alas! and after I have exceeded excrete life and my opinions no longer reverberates the eardrums of my dear shadow cabinet congregating at the regular coffee shops, the only muscle flex I’d be left with would be the drool flowing down the corner of my mouth each time a temptress straddles by. It’s so surreal really.
And what do you know? My whole person is already stammering but my beloved bloke snugging in between my crotch still thinks he is the next superhero!
Come to think of it, getting older could be fun. When you’re asked to do something that you’re lazy about? and you point to your neck or wherever while cringing your face..
Anyway, the rest of my time I guess would be spent monologuing and bumping onto furniture corners.. Then wait for the day when they tagged me with a champagne glass’ and an ‘umbrella’ symbol followed by ‘This Side Up’. “

clueless

the sweetest thing  about  man  is

being absolutely  clueless   about

the needs of  a  woman  falling  in

love    that     inevitably    frustrates

that  woman  to  initiate   the   way

after the hunting  has  died  down

and entraps his soul which is truly

connected to the woods which he

so loved to hunt..

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pillow of my dreams

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you are the pillow of my dreams

in my dreams you are the pillow

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people

our relationship  and  attachment  with  this  world  depends

entirely on our relationship  and  attachment with its  people

and of how they relate and attach  themselves  to  the  world

by   their   relationship   and   attachment   with   its    people.

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a nobody

I

I am

I am a

I am a nobody

I am a nobody wanting

I am a nobody wanting to

I am a nobody wanting to be

I am a nobody wanting to be somebody

I am a nobody wanting to be somebody in

I am a nobody wanting to be somebody in your

I am a nobody wanting to be somebody in your life

III

III

III

cos I found hope with you

I found hope with you

found hope with you

hope with you

with you

you

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me before us

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me before us

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my whole world

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you are my whole world

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a life of a rainbow

a life of a rainbow

a float of wanting

a twinkle of trees

a sparkle in your eyes

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a fleece of wind

a string of trust

a boat of sunlight

a gleam in your smile

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a gather of clouds

a now of forever

a calm of distance

a beauty in your breath

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a hillock of wonder

a trunk of fortune

a platter of kisses

a chirping in your ears

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a swirl of colours

a cup of wishes

a train of hearts

a radiance of hope..

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