The ache of longing to be with him echoed through the very narrow of my bones. It was a chill wind trapped in the chambers of my heart. With every spare moment, my mind reharsed a new letter to him. I never knew that missing someone could take over every fibre of my being and wring me out like a wet sponge everyday. It was a torment I was unprepared for.

He was the only drug there was, the one that put my mind into a frenzy of sparks. The simple touch of his hand on me, led me into moving in ways I never learnt but knew so well. The feelings rocked my head backwards as I recalled the way he kissed my neck and pushed his body into mine; they engulfed my senses and stole away my worries. In those moments, I was only alive in the present, all thoughts of past and future melted away.

I miss the way he smelled heavenly, like fresh scented pine and honey.

I shut my eyes and his image flashed before me. Oh my Danny!

He was lying in bed naked, and staring at him, my heart was filled with love. Something I hadn’t felt since Destry, actually not even for Destry, and suddenly it was like a film falling from my eyes. ‘What a beautiful man’, I thought to myself. For the first time in a long time, my heart was filled with love. Was that even possible? Could love hit someone so quickly?

“It’s that almost instant connection. The pull towards them, one that is almost impossible to ignore. Honey, when you meet the right person, you’ll know it. Maybe not right away, but you will.” My mom’s words would cross my mind every time I doubted my feelings for Danny.

I jumped into bed, wrapped my hands around him and brushed my lips against his neck, sucking gently.
He deserved to just lay back and have someone lavish love on him for a change. It was usually him doing it to me and while I loved the attention, he needed it too…needed to feel cared for.

As if he had just read my mind, he brushed his lips on mine, kissing me softly.
“It’s my time to lead,” I said, my lips curving mischievously as he allowed me to slide my legs down his body.

“Okay, I’m game,” he said.

He laid there, letting me explore. “You are so sexy,” I murmured licking on his nipple. I heard the sharp intake of breath and I giggled. I loved his response to my touch.

I kneeled between his legs, his shaft levelled with my mouth. Lifting my hand, I ran my finger along the tip. He was soft, like silk. I traced the head of his cock and took him into my mouth, while my hand wrapped around him, moving up and down gently with the movement of my mouth.
When I sucked him hard, he groaned and his hands came to rest on my head, helping me with the motion of going back and forth.

“Oh my god baby,” he cried,his legs trembling. I smilled against him, when his balls tightened in my grip.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”

I looked up at him, smilling widely..
“Babe, Katambe Katambe!”

I wanted him to come in me, in my mouth, and let me have a taste of him. My own parts clenched on their own accord, even without attention and direction.
Taking him back into my mouth, I took him as deep as I could, moving back and forth, twirling my mouth like a twisted, letting his moans and groans be my guide. His breathing quickened, his hand gripped my hair like handlebars. Oh how I loved doing this to him, having him at my mercy, giving him pleasure like he gave me pleasure.

“Tasha, stop,” he begged…”I want to be inside you.”
“Later. It’s my turn to do this.” I murmured against the head of his dick, licking him as pre-cum licked.
One more suck and he squirted, hitting the back of my throat.

Licking him clean, I looked up at him, satisfied with the expression on his face. He stood, lifting me off the floor he pushed me on the bed.

“My turn to show my love to you,” he said, studying me as his eyes grew dark with desire.

“I’m going to tease you until you beg me to let you come, and then tease you some more.”

The one that got away

Some might say I’m crazy, for keeping what appears dead alive. Something no one could see externally, in my heart still thrived.

My love for him never needed his presence to survive. It kept growing even though some days I prayed it subsided. At first I convinced myself that I’d get over it, over him, but when I woke every morning, his memory was there. His essence lied beside me each night.

I have given up waiting, expecting and hoping, because it no longer feels right. I now embrace the shadow he left me with, and release him with every tear that I cry.

I miss him, everything about how he made me feel. Bet it’s foolish to commit to a memory, but I let him. I let him be the shadow that follows me, be the one who is always on my mind. I have tried, believe me I have, to rid myself of every part of him, yet here I stand, with the reflection of a man who lives a life outside of me..while my heart struggles to understand how to just let things be.

Innocent and mild, my feelings for him run deep. We were a natural catastrophe, a beautifully dangerous wonder..yet I felt more alive while in the presence of his thunder. Holding on felt so much worse than letting go, but I was strong enough to hold on. The spark he ignited inside of me, was the only thing that brought me to my knees.

I still taste him in my lips, feel his skin against my fingertips.

My thighs ache for his touch, my nipples ache for the warmth of his tongue.

I crave to kiss him so deep.

I thirst for his lick uncontrollably, I lust him.

His touch felt like a rainbow after the worst downpour.

He kissed me in the right places, touched me like a goddess.

With him, it was raw, it was deep, it was true passion.

Divine, Moon of my life💕

Two years ago, on the 7th of Feb at 5:29am, my life changed. I met a girl that stole my heart, and has kept it since. Beautiful and heavenly, I named her Divine.

My angel,

Before I met you, I had never known love so pure,

I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby

I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin

Neither did I know something so tiny, would mean so much to me

Before I met you,

I never knew the feeling of having my heart outside my body

I never felt my heart break into a million pieces, and be filled with joy the next minute because of a simple laughter

I didn’t deserve you. I didn’t know how to love, I didn’t know how to hold, but for you I would do it all.

My child, it is when I watch you sleep that I am touched most deeply by the miracle that you are.

Perfectly quiet, perfectly beautiful.

I know I have made some mistakes along the way, I’m far from being a perfect mother, but I learn and grow each day that I get to hear you call me ‘Mama’.

I see who I wanna be in your eyes.

You were sent to rescue me.

I will always be here for you,

To hold you, to teach you, inspire you, guide you, protect you and to love you endlessly

Not only on the days that you need it most, but every day of your life.

As your mother, I promise that I will be in front of you to cheer you on, behind you to always have your back, or next to you that you’ll never be alone.

Whenever you need me, just call on me, and I’ll be there.

You have brought so much joy into my life.

I love you, Divine. Forever and always.


Love, Mom.


My 2nd time with Clif was everything I ever imagined. He’s good at what he does, especially when he’s doing it to me.

There’s something about Clif, a slight confidence and inflated ego, that has me muddling my words and blushing uncontrollably whenever he’s around.

His touch is like soothing notes,

Making me feel like a ballerina in every dance.

Being with him is like a princess story, charming, elegant and full of romance.

His face was so close to mine that I could smell his sweet earthly breath of marijuana, with his tongue in my mouth. I had gotten addicted to his lips. The way he holds my neck or the way he caps my face in his arms while he kisses me.

It’s hard to experience desire while at the same time controlling it.

How can I love again when I’m afraid to fall?

But feeling his touch on my skin

All of my doubts suddenly went away somehow

With every stroke, he touched my soul. I was losing control, not only over my moans and screams, but over my feelings too.

Clif was slowly winning his way into my heart and it frightened me.

I hated myself for letting my heart fall for a man that will never be mine,but I cant help it. From a stranger on the other side of the the guy my body didn’t seem to get enough of. I fall for the right ones, but always at the wrong time.

I rolled my head to the side, my chest rising and falling dramatically under his influence. I closed my eyes and felt his lips on my neck, his arms touching my thighs, forcing them apart. Our bodies moved to the rhythmic sounds of the murmurs of sweet nonsense in our ears. We fit together as if we were made just for this, to fall into one another, to feel this natural rhythm.

With a gentle finger he reoriented my face so that he held the gaze I didn’t want to give him, stealing the passion from my eyes in a way that only magnifies the spark. The world fell away, drained of all color but him on top of me, making love to me.

~ ~ ~

I’m scared, frightened even. I know falling for him will make it toxic, but I like it. The fear of unknown treasures beneath the labyrinth of his mind awakes my inner demons, but I’m ready to dance.




There’s something about this time. The way it glares with its red light from my digital clock, the way it reminds me that my night is over, even when it has barely begun.

The time between silent dreams and awakening reality, and more than anything, I want to exist in this time alone that barely exists.

I am leaning against my bed frame, and sitting on the floor is the only reminder that I am down on earth.

I am stoned. Again.

It is my go to, I am sad. All over, it spreads through me like ice, because sadness isn’t warmth. It is a cool silver of frost that drags it’s way up your spine and takes over the calcium in your bones, leaving nothing but cold.

So, I found my warmth somewhere else.

Inhaling the joint I have between my fingers, I let the euphoria hit me harder, climbing my way up, up, up to the clouds.

I look down at the ashtray and see myself in the glass surrounding all the shit that I tap. That’s what I am. A shit show made to look pretty . If anyone were to unzip the first few layers of skin, they’ll find something that’ll make them run. Something bad for them…

Looking down at the bottle of whiskey, I am quarter way through it, half way from earth, and all the way numb to everything around me. I lift the bottle to my lips once again and the vile alcoholic taste of raw whiskey is subsiding now as my taste buds let the liquid pass down my throat to my bloodstream.

I smile into the darkness and feel the tears prick into the corner of my eyes. I feel disgusted. I am nothing. No one to anyone. It is this sinking feeling inside of me. Many people feel like they aren’t good enough, I ripple with just the sensation that I am not good enough.

I close my eyes and picture it. Picture my insides being scrambled up. Broken shards of a picture I don’t yet understand, but I have to. Missing pieces that I need to find. It is the one thing that keeps me going. Understanding the one thing that makes me up. My picture, my image.

My thoughts drift to a place away from my room. To the man I loved. To Destry, who is very busy living his life, thinking about anything but me.

To Cliff, the one I thought would be my soul saver, too busy trying to push his life forward, that to him, I don’t really matter.

“You get everything you want you ungrateful brat, why can’t you be happy?” I think.

I sure get everything I want.

But never the one thing that I need.

I miss Destry. I fell for him harder than a slip on black ice. He was funny, always cracking jokes. He had me in stitches on every date.

When Destry looked at me it was as if every ounce of breath was taken from my lungs floating into the air like midnight smoke. Every time he kissed me it felt like the world stopped, leaving just the two of us to wander the earth together. Every time he held my face between his hands it felt like he was untying all of my knots. Holding me for eternity in the arms I grew so accustomed to. This is what falling in love was like, a story I never wanted to end. For so long I had longed for it, and now I had lost it- lost that thing that made me feel so complete.

My mind then drifts to Clif. His smile. Something about the way he makes my lady parts wet every time he crosses my mind. I miss him too. He is the one person I let myself care so much about even after Destry. The one person I don’t want to love me, but to be there when I need him. I want to tell him how alive he makes me feel, that his touch, and his kisses made me feel whole. But when we talked, he said he couldn’t do that kinda boyfriend shit with me, that I was so fragile. And it hurts to know he was telling the truth.

I breathe deep. In. Out. The nausea swirls unrestrained in my empty stomach. My head swims with half-formed regrets. My heart feels as if my blood has become tar as it struggles to keep a steady beat. My melancholy mood hangs over me like a black cloud, raining my personal sorrow down on me.

I am simply on my own!

Maybe I’m not cut out for love!



I left work that Friday evening so exhausted but I just couldn’t get myself to go back home. Cliff and I had been waiting for this moment for so long and I wasn’t going to fail us.

I called him after having an early dinner with my colleague, and asked him for directions. He was so good at giving directions and I wondered if this was how good he’d be at finding the spot that turns my whole being on.

I got to his place with so much ease and when I saw him on the other side of the road, all I could feel were butterflies in my tummy. He hugged me tight and immediately started chanting. “You smell good..and you are beautiful,” he said..

When we got to his place, he ushered me in, and asked if he could offer me anything but I gently declined. He sat next to me and started talking…he chanted a lot, I hardly even said a word. He was gentle enough to help me take my shoes off, and then my jacket.

He lit a blunt and passed it over to me. With every puff, i felt myself getting closer to him, and then he finally held me by the neck and pulled me in for a kiss.

It was gentle, yet filled with much hunger and thirst. I knew he wanted it just as bad as I did..

He was touching my breasts at the nipples as if he feared he’d never get the chance again. He sucked on my nipple like his life depended on it…

I can’t recall how we got naked, but I was laying on bed, with his head in between my thighs, my black thong pushed to the side. And with his lips, then his tongue, he struck fire.

I had to cry out in astonishment, in gratitude at being touched in that right place. What his tongue was doing to me was magical.

The pleasure was intense, that strange feeling: gratitude and hunger. My hunger was being teased…but before I could release the ocean I could feel building up inside of me, he moved his head, and started kissing my body to the top.

He was hungry for me, just as I was for him. He placed a light kiss on my temple, as he dug in me with all his might. He filled me up with every inch of his cock, he must have touched my soul.

With slow deep strokes he took me out of this world. I had never wanted anybody as bad as I needed Cliff that day. It had felt good before, just not this good…

I wrapped my feet around his back so he couldn’t get away. With our fingers entwined, we stretched our arms out…Holding on so tightly onto one another, My clit gripping so tightly onto his member. I knew he wanted me to cum first, but I couldn’t . Not until he did. Not until I felt him loving me. Just me. Sinking into me. Not until I knew that my flesh was all that was on his mind. That he couldn’t stop if he had to. Not until he had let go of all he had, and gave it to me. To me!

I enjoyed his weight on me, enjoyed being crushed under his body. I wanted him soldered to me, from mouth to feet. It was nice and slow, then hard and fast..he was pounding me like a jackhammer through concrete, as I lay calmly before him, letting him do with me as he pleased.

I wanted to kiss him forever. I blocked out all thought about what this was, what it might mean, what further mess I might create for myself… And I kissed him until reason seeped out through my pores and I became a living pulse, conscious only of what I wanted to do to him he touched me, his lips on mine, and, oh, God, the scent and taste and feel of him. It was like tiny fireworks going off all over me, bits of me I’d thought dead reigniting to life.

I wanted to bite every part of his body…scream and tell him how good it felt. Nobody had done such justice to my cookie before, and I could feel my legs tremble with pleasure. I got sore with every stroke..but I never wanted him to stop…

SOLACE? Maybe..

Days turn into weeks. Months seem all the same. Every moment feels like it’ll be the one, but nothing seems to change. I am nursing a broken heart and a wounded spirit. The man my heart had grown so fond of left he high and dry, in the middle of what felt like a dream come true. I wait for him even when I think I’m not, and the expectation causes great pain.

He has left me void, disappearing without a trace.

I fell in love with him, even with the caution tape around his heart. I lost a part of me when he walked away.

I should be angry at him for leaving when I needed him the most, but I’m madly in love with him and getting angry at him is a luxury I cannot afford. I can drop my hopes, rid the sight of him, but I know deep down, I will always be waiting for the one that sets my heart aflame.

Staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I am shocked. I look okay, normal even. Inside, the ache for him gnaws at the very heart that still beats endlessly for him. I pull my lips into a smile, and let out a frightened sob when I realise that anyone could easily mistake this lacklustre grin for real happiness. It amazes me to think; how can I look so ordinarily normal when I have crumbled inside?

Too broken to move on, but I still can’t let him be. I was praying that me and him might end up together..we did…but I wanted forever….and now most nights I can’t sleep, I’m still holding him closer than most cause he’s my all..he is the music in me.

There’s something about Destry that made me feel so young inside, but not in a childish way. He woke the pure side of me, the best side, all the facets of myself that only require love to be healthy and whole. Should I have eternity to be with this guy I would sink into serenity, just content to be close. Our energy vibrated in such a unique way, each the perfect compliment of the other. I was not simply “in love,” I was well and truly smitten. Any other could only be a poor reflection, no more substantial than a shadow of the real thing. Destry is what made my heart strong. His smile alone burnished my soul into a beauty it could never have achieved on its own. Before we met I was one, now I am a half, yet somehow so much more than I ever was before. Our souls fell in love, it’s his ego that broke us up.

I want to move on, I deserve to move on. I know he’s somewhere living his best life..and it pains me to think he’s not living it with me, and I never cross his mind, not even for a second, and I’m dying for the same. My heart is crushed, my heart is bleeding but I still love him the same.

~ ~ ~


The mention of his name sends chills up my body⚡️

I met him on the gram about 2 years a bit and then go mute for a month or two. I don’t know why, but on that Tuesday night, I sent him a DM with my contact and asked him to text me.

I needed someone to talk to…to help me get Destry out my head. My mind is tired from constantly thinking about him, and I somehow thought Cliff was the guy.

He sent me a text later that night, and when we started talking we immediately hit it off. He is just as sexual as I am, and to me, that was a good sign. I am depressed, and he could be my solace in sorrow, maybe, and I am going to give it a shot.. I want to taste my limits in all matters sex with no feelings attached..and he’s game, so why not😁

Our conversations turned sexual within the first few days of our communication and if his goal is to stir something up in me,then it is working, because it wasn’t long before I found myself sending him glamor shots of my body, and he returned the favor by sending me photos of his phat member, so drool-worthy.

Nothing matters to me no more, not even morals.

The walls I had long built around me had been torn down, by the guy that broke me to the core.

I want to have fun. I want back both my freedom and my life. I want control of the life that had for a short time been defined by Destry. I miss him, but if moving on means finding a new addiction, without love..I am down for it.

There’s a way in which Cliff talks to me, a way in how he makes my loins moist, my nipples hard and my heart race just by talking on phone. Don’t laugh at me, sexual objectification can trigger conflicting impulses. On one hand, I want to be treated with respect. On the other hand, I want to be wanted. Getting laid is the easiest way to prove my desirability, even if the feeling only lasts a few fleeting hours.

I stare at his pictures for hours, wondering what he tastes like, yearning for him, fantasising about him even though he is just a stranger on the other end of the phone. I lust for him, and I can’t wait to know what he’s like.



It’s been three weeks since I last saw him,

And it feels nothing less than torture.

The last memory I have of us,

Is that day in the bathroom 💦

And I can’t stop thinking about how good it was

Don’t know what he left me for,

He won’t talk to me anymore.

I have been calling,

Been texting,

He don’t wanna answer me.

But I see him on the gram,

Or is that where he belongs?

And not with me?

Maybe us was a dream too good to be true. Maybe we were meant to be, but not to last.

He said I was perfect,

And he called me beautiful

Or did he lie? 😥

But he said he loved me, and wouldn’t let anything tear us apart

But….but he’s torn me apart 💔

And I’m worn out without him

I’m going nuts.

I need to feel his lips on mine,

Feel his heart beat when I lie on his chest,

I know I’m not perfect,

But we were


If you see him

Tell him I still miss him more than ever

Tell him that I think of him from time to time

Tell him that I still need him so
I dont know why we let each other go

Tell him that the lights still go on for him…nothing’s changed
Deep down the fire still burns for him

If you see him

Tell him I saw nothing but forever in his eyes

And even if it takes forever I’ll still be here

Tell him I still care about him..about us.

Tell him I miss him

I miss the feel of his kisses on my temple

I miss how hard he made me laugh,

Then he’d stare, and tell me that my smile was nothing short of perfect

Tell him that my heart still beats for him,

And he was my ray of sunshine,

My light on the darkest days.

Tell him my soul is worn out

I yearn for love,

And nothing but his love

If you see him

Tell him I love him

I never stopped loving him.

If you see him..💕


It is better to have loved, and lost. Than to never have loved at all.



I woke up on Destry’s bed. He was still sleeping peacefully beside me and I couldn’t help but smile. ‘He’s mine.’ I thought to myself. He is a beautiful man, no one can ever take that from him.

I got out of bed, got dressed in his sweatpants and a t-shirt, then headed to the living room. I needed to watch a movie, but I didn’t want to distract my baby.

He woke up about half an hour later, and shortly after, I heard him him calling out for me. I walked to the room, and he was getting dressed up to go get us some food. My eyes landed on his torso.

His body, my God, this man’s physique is breathtaking. I looked up and I was met with this intense stare. It pierced my soul, setting me on fire , making my loins moist. Ahh, the effect this guy has on me.

I walked out heading for the bathroom when he held my hand and led me there instead.

~ ~ ~

Destry’s hands were on my body, caressing and touching gently.

Our faces were mere inches apart as his hands continued to wander. I held his gaze but I could feel my eyelids lowering with the oncoming pleasure of each caress. My breath hitched in my throats when he lowered his mouth onto mine, nipping at the bottom lip. The heat between us was quickly forming into lust, and I knew I wanted him between my thighs so bad.

His smell was intoxicating, my fingers trembled against the skin of his neck. Destry deepened the kiss, his tongue massaging against my own.

I took notice of his arm that smoothly slipped under the pants I was wearing, pushing my innerwear aside, and dug his finger into my lady parts. The loud moan that left my lips was embarrassing, yet the pleasure Destry brought on was undeniable.

With one swift movement against the hooks of my bra, I felt the material drop from my breasts.

“You are beautiful and you are mine.” Destry whispered in my ear.

“I want you, Destry.” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. I could feel his member growing hard, pressing against my thigh.


Destry had every intention of showing me just how bad he wanted this too. One of his hands on my breasts, the other one between my thighs..moans and gasps puffing from my swollen lips. In the heated moment, our clothes somehow landed strewn on the bathroom floor, leaving us naked and in each other’s arms.

“I love you babe.” Destry pulled up one of my leg to an angle, his hips between my thighs and the heat of our bodies unimaginable.

“I love everything about you.” Destry whispered, just before capturing my soft moan of pleasure. Our lips met in a heated but meaningful kiss.

After a gentle nod from me, Destry dug his member inside of me in a deep thrust, caressing and grinding against my body.

Destry’s strokes were slow and deep. Slow and deep. Stretching me wide, withdrawing. He more than filled me and I was loving every moment of it.

Wonderful sensations coursed through me, as Destry dug deeper. The kisses were deep and gentle, each meaning more than the one before. I could feel myself let go, the pleasure overwhelming my body.

My breath was warm, as my gasps exploded softly on his neck, face and shoulder. My skin hot to the touch and damp beneath Destry’s fingertips. I felt incredibly good wrapped around Destry. I made him safe and secure as I knew he did for me. The ecstasy rushing through my body ignited Destry’s mind as well as his body and it was almost more than he could take.

My name fell from his lips, heightening my need for his fulfillment. I held onto him, my nails digging into the taught muscle of his back.

I couldn’t imagine anything feeling better, as Destry brought me to climax again and again, until his own body couldn’t hold back anymore. His gasps were shaky and punctuated. His strokes faster and harder, before he succumbed to the sexual high, gently biting onto the soft skin of my neck.

Our breaths were harsh and our bodies covered in a sheen of sweat. Destry placed me down, kissing me so gently and with so much passion.

We quickly slipped back into our clothes, thinking of how great our morning bathroom sex had been, with ghost smiles on our faces.

“We are definitely destined to be Natasha. You don’t know what the sounds you make as we kiss and make love do to me. You are so perfect babe,” Destry said to me, with so much love and passion in his voice.

“Here, have my heart.” I said, holding onto Destry’s arm and placing it on the left side of my chest, that he could feel my heartbeat.

“I love you, Destry. You’ve given my life meaning.”

We left the bathroom holding hands in loud silence, our hearts beating so hard for one another.




(Natasha’s POV)

That night he called me, and asked me to join him for dinner at his place.

How could I deny? He hadn’t left my mind…

The taste of his lips still fresh on my mind.

I ached for him so bad, and this…this was going to be my night.

The night I would make him mine.

~ ~ ~

He turned around. I sucked in a sharp breath as his shirtless torso was exposed to me. Gawking wouldn’t quite describe my state. I was stunned, flabbergasted, by his physique. It was like nothing I’ve ever seen before. His body was drool-worthy. He had a chiseled chest and the skin on it was glowing healthily. His abdominals were sculptured to perfection as his six-packs pop, instantly giving off the impression that he came out of a Calvin Klein shoot. I won’t even forget about his arms for years. Biceps were the size of my head yet lean and his triceps looked like diamonds – really rare ones, indeed – and completing his masterpiece of a bodice, his shoulders, round and protruding, give his whole look a new flavor.

He stepped closer to me and grabbed me by the waist, pulling me up close against his chest. His hand gently glided through my hair, as he looked at me in a way he had never looked at a girl before. My eyes were candles in that night, their light a spark of passion… desire. As a small but teasing smile crept upon my face, goosebumps lined my skin, not the kind that you get in the cold, but the kind one gets when nothing else matters except right here, right now.

Then his hand moved down my cheekbones to my lips. That’s when the kissing starts and we start to move like partners in a dance that is written in our DNA. Our bodies fit together as if we were made just for this, to fall into one another, to feel this natural rhythm. With a laugh he lifts me right off my feet, carrying me toward the bed, letting me fall with a soft bounce on the mattress. We lock eyes for a moment, just enough for us to feel safe with one another. Then he’s all business, undoing my jeans, pulling them off, kissing from my toes upward, slowly, his hands on my thighs, always just a little higher than the kisses. I feel my back arch in anticipation, knowing where his fingers will soon reach. My head rocks back against the pillow as he does, the first moan escaping my lips.

~ ~ ~

I can’t get enough of him. I am tired and sore but I don’t care. I don’t want to sleep. I want the ache. I want him all the time. His weight on top of me. He keeps kissing my thighs, saying how good this feels, he hasn’t felt this good before. He says I taste so good, and feel so good. I want to squeeze him in further and further. I want to watch his beautiful face and look into his eyes. I want his sweat to drop onto me. I want to drop mine on him. He reaches for my tits, pulls me up, we twist and turn and its starts all over again like a cycle. I sense everything, this immense magnetic field between us. Electricity. I get on top of him, and put him in. He feels deeper in me…and it feels good. I don’t want to stop. I am in charge and he likes it. The look on his face, I want to make him feel this good for eternity. I want to own him, make him mine. The whole of him. I hold onto his chest, and let him go deeper in me..I can’t get enough of him. How is it possible that he knows just where to touch, how to do it, just the way I like it? It’s mind blowing. My body is shaking, trembling even. I want to scream, but he locks my lips with his, kissing me gently, our fingers intertwined.

I let my tits touch his face. He goes mad; he bucks. “You are irresistible, Natasha. Be mine.”

He splits me in two. One of his fingers flickers over my bum, and I do the same to him. He lifts and heaves . There is no end to it, no end to this new feels. We fuck with a rabid, focused intensity. He takes me from behind, holding on my ass. I push back, force more of him into me, faster and deeper, and we cum together.

I am nothing now, but currents of pleasure. Pleasure breathing in and gushing out.

How can I hold such an ocean inside me?

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I haven’t felt this good before…and I don’t want to feel it with anybody but him.

I don’t know what I’m feeling, but it feels like addiction creeping in, and I don’t care. He’s all that makes perfect sense to me. The drug that I forever wanna be high on. He alone can sustain me. The orgasms will sustain me.

I finally get to choose my poison, and I’ll let it kill me.