Bees

Yesss definitely erotic HedwigStrange ...

It's raw, uncooked; tastes so much better that way.

when you have the clampon ....

I have a chain to my lip ring !

Here's one that might fit the bill .....


LOVER’S REUNION

we meet again after many years absence
there is no way of concealing the feelings of lust
we can see in each other’s eyes

OUR LOVE WAS SO STRONG BUT SO SADLY PARTED
TOGETHER AGAIN AT LAST ….. REUNITED !!!

our passions burning
hotter than anytime before
we take time
to gently caress
relearn the pleasure places
moisten from the touching
reawakening the senses
tasting near forgotten flavours

look into her eyes
seeing she longs for more
she brings her mouth to mine
lips to lips tongue to tongue

kisses all over her face
touching each of the senses
gently kissing eyelids
down the ridge of her nose
take the tip into my mouth
now each of her ears
nibbles on lobes
hot breath flittering tongue
inside were it tickles
back around the mouth
down to the chin
wetting her whole face
kissing and blowing breath
all around the neck
away down her spine
tongue tickles under arms
looking down at her chest
my memories flooding back
her skin so creamy white
little freckles everywhere
my gaze and appetite now turns
to her sweet small breasts
kiss and lick a circle around each one
pinkness of areolas
small cherry tips of nipples
i long to take them
into my mouth
to suckle on each one in turn
first a lick around areolas
now quick flicks of tongue
barely touching tip of nipple
areolas shrink into
little pink wrinkles
tiny goose bumps
swollen erect nipples

now my mouth waters
for sweet cherry buds
zero in on one right
licking the hard nip
tiny circles all around
into the warmth of my mouth
suck in between teeth
make it dripping wet
with hot breath
she moans in delight
writhes under my touch
arching her back
twisting to present
left breast to my mouth
moving to her left
between fingers
squeezing dripping
right cherry nip
take offered left breast
wholly into my mouth
wetting it between
hot panting breaths
she groans with lust

i long to nurture in her warm breast for days and days on end
but the lust growing in our loins demands that new attentions be paid

mouth leaves breast
swollen and dripping
fingers on nipples
still gently squeezing
kissing below breast
ribs across tummy to ribs
circling around the navel
tongue plunges in
seeking poking the bottom
she giggles and squirms
leaving a warm puddle
look below to seek where
rich treasure lies buried
there’s a narrow path
of downy blond hairs
leading down from the navel
a treasure trail
to follow with kisses
leading to discovery
of ever more riches

I give her back my heart in guttural animal moans

OH BABY I LOVE YOU SO
HOW COULD I EVER HAVE LET YOU GO
..
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The sands of time past keep shifting according to how we remember or forget or refashion it in hindsight, which is no sight at all.
Kajal Basu