Love is the answer.
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A woman's exploration of life,love, sin and soul.
If I am allowed to have a say in this, I would prefer it that you screw me first and then…..shoot me. I want your camera to immortalize the photogeneity of your afterfuck that my smile betrays.
The gyno chair is the absolute sine qua non for a successful interrogation….And taking your leisure at using its untapped potential.
Isn’t it just great darling, that English, does not have to be our only lingua franca? I know my mouth and tongue, not to mention my wonderfully expressive eyes, can let you know exactly what I want, exactly what I crave.Does not the insidiously exciting dipping of my tongue into your ear canal, give you an indication, as to where I want my tongue to stray, when I gorge on your thick meaty pole tonight?Do not the swirls, whirls, laps and licks of my sexy pink tongue in your ear, tell you just how I might venture on that slow sojourn down that dark taboo tunnel?Don’t tell me you still cannot comprehend just what my perverse intentions are, my darling? It cannot be beyond you, could it,my dear, to imagine, a good little girl like me, a veritable Alice,wanting to venture down a hole, into a whole new wonderland.And taking you along for that wicked joyride.
Something tells me that you will find such an alternative anal adventure terribly arousing.
I never thought that I would find myself in this beautifully decorated hall in just my lingerie.It feels wickedly wrong to be so scantily clad, amidst such luxurious grandeur, which awes most visitors into a respectfully hushed silence.Unless one is to the manor born, of course.Which I am not.Unlike you.
I am as awed by it, as I am by you.I feel small in this vast hall, which to me seems filled only with your overwhelming, masterful presence.I feel cold, awkward and unsure.Goosebumps cover my skin all over.I hug myself and avoid looking at you.You have seen me naked countless times.You have ravaged me in every way possible.You have made me completely your own.Your owned pet.Your collared slave.Your pretty possession.And, here, amongst all your other beautiful possessions,I feel like one too.A wickedly decadent Lord’s animated play toy.
Don’t be coy now,baby doll.Look at me,sweet baby fuck…smile at Daddy.That’s better.Now,drop your hands and touch your beautiful body.You are well aware that the clock strikes the playtime hour… for your filthy sugar daddy with his favourite fuck doll.
Exposing my utterly deviant self to the eyes of the ignorant,prudish and unforgiving world.Forgive those passion-less souls,My Lord, who do not know love.Who do not know how to love,how to give love and how to surrender to that utterly overpowering,beautifully divine emotion.Which can make you or break you.
Love.The only emotion worth believing in,worth fighting for, and worth dying for.
Forgive those, My Lord, who are dead inside.Hopelessly so.
Sometimes, I want to veil myself.Sometimes, I have to avoid looking at you. Looking directly into your mesmerizing, all seeing eyes.Eyes that pin me down, eyes that quell my voice, eyes that penetrate my soul.I want to veil myself from your erotic, unrelenting gaze.I feel shy,awkward and vulnerably exposed.Being on display.
On display.For you.
For the Devil who is My God.
Tutti gli ragioni che tu vuoi per diventare mia, può essere trovato in tutti i racconti erotichi che sono dispersi inoltre tra le pagine del tuo blog….
Quelle esperienze uniche sostengono l’idea che tu sei la donna dei miei sogni bagnati….da quando ero già giovane…
Ogni volta che sono dentro di te, ti fa capire la mia vera natura libertina, la mia passione arrabbiata…il dolore che senza te non esiste vita da vivere.
Non posso allontanarmi da te….Il tuo erotismo intenso inebbria la mia anima, la lussuria la mia volontà debole.
Da quando ti ho incontrato, sono nato ancora una volta.
Il desiderio è riflesso dalla mia perpetua fame che era sempre
clandestinamente nascosta, come un segreto morboso, dagli occhi del mondo. Scritto attraverso la mia cuore!
Questo segreto non è un segreto di più. Perchè adesso, so il tuo nome, donna mia.
Tu far parte di me!
All the reasons that you need to become mine….can be found in all those erotic stories/captions that are dispersed among the pages of your blog.
Those unique experiences sustain the idea that you are the woman of my wet dreams…ever since I was a teenager Every time that I am inside you, it makes you understand my true libertine nature, my frenzied passion. The pain that without you there is no life to live.
I cannot move away from you.Your intense eroticism intoxicates my soul, the lust….my weak will Since I have met you, I have been born a second time. The desire is reflected upon my perpetual hunger that was always clandestinely hidden,like a morbid secret from the eyes of the world, written across my heart.
This secret is not a secret any more. Because now, I know your name….my woman.
You are a part of me and you belong to me.
Questo tipo di eccellenza femminile è proprio vederlo da dietro :)
This type of female excellence is only proper to be watched from behind :)
I was thinking about us, when I was having my bath and getting ready for tonight.Thinking about sex.Thinking about coitus.Thinking about fucking.Thinking about how far I have come,when it comes to sex, since you took me under your wing.Since you became my Master.Since you unlocked my sexuality and set me free.Since you gave me the blanket of your love to fall back on.
Since then,my sexual horizon is filled with peaks…the most incredible orgasmic peaks possible, that I never knew existed.Peaks that I can only climb with you.Peaks that we can only conquer together.It’s my destiny,My Lord, and I submit to it.
I happily submit to it.
Your love was the key that unlocked the door to that enchanting and exhilarating sexual paradise within me.And,its been utterly magical since then.
This girl belongs to you,Sir.You found her and helped her find her soul.And, so you get to keep her.For all time.
I find playing with myself in your office very arousing.I can hear your voice in my ear, that sexy,deep modulated voice of yours, still dictating to me, although, what I hear, when I start touching my ripe, juicy breasts, has got nothing to do with work at all.
No Sir.It’s a totally different agenda then.You tell me then, to play with myself and to turn you on and get myself wet and ready for you.And one of these days, I am so hoping that you can come and find me playing with myself in your office.
I want you to catch me playing hooky and I do hope I can get you hooked to it as well.I have a feeling that you will like this new game.A woman can tell,you know, these things.It’s not called a woman’s instinct, for no good reason.Besides, they do say, that all work and no play makes you a dull boy.
I think today you will have to walk back to your office, since you will be unable to find your car keys in your pockets. :)