Monday Moaning ........ Things that make me moan ... Prose poetry ...

Beats of its heart, pulsating in my hand,

Its outer layer softness, sliding pass lips that are immensely swollen,

The penetration of its bulbous head, opening the outer door of my wanting honey flower,

Dives of its steel hardness, into the calm of my wake depths, that causes a aftermath of quakes,

Initiating the moans, that reverberate inside my lungs  

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Heads up (2) .... Sensual short erotic in Prose ....

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Head Day Heads up (1) ... Short sensual erotica in Prose

After glaring at her empty wine glass, she quietly sat down,

Her mouth still felt dry after consuming three glasses of her favorite red wine, her mind was feeling a little tipsy, but it was her Birthday, so why not?

As she took a deep breath, her belly felt uncomfortably full from her over indulgence of the tasty feast of a meal her husband had prepared for her, 

From the comfort of the thick cushion dining room chairs, her eyes roam the dining room from one side to the other, watching the flicker of the candlelight's off the walls that gave the room a romantic charm, while soft smooth jazz played in the background,

Her glare returned to her glass of wine and her face suddenly frowned,

Because for some reason, her thirst for her favorite wine seemed unquenchable tonight

Noise of dishes being remove from the table redirected her attention,

She smiled as she watched her man clear the table fast and efficient, she had taught him well

ran through her mind, 

Well, the clean up part that is, 

She couldn't cook water without burning it, but he hadn't marry her for her kitchen cooking skills, He married her because her cooking skills were best under the sheets,

And while under the sheets, she always brought the heat

The flow of his body as he walked around the table made her smile, he was all dressed up, but had nowhere to go,

But that's what she admired about him, first he served her food while wearing a beautiful new apron with cherry red hearts all over it, once he was finish serving her, he went back into the kitchen and came out looking all handsome in a new black suit, she loved how he always went the extra mile for her,

She pored another glass of wine and took a big sip, it tasted all so good, but it still didn't hit the spot, 

After another dry swallow, she realized she was serving the wrong thirst, and drinking the wrong wine

Eyes wondered looking for him, but he was nowhere to be seen,

On unsteady legs, she walked into the kitchen and found him sipping on a glass of wine while looking out the window, she could tell his mind was far away as his eyes looked upward into the sky while he admired the brightness of the stars, the glow ring around the moon,

 "Aren't you supposing to be attending your host of the night" she remarked,

After a second of being startled, he turned toward her voice then laughed, he then took a quick sip of wine then replied,

Well, I was just taking a moment to enjoy this sweet tasty red wine of yours before I serve myself the real good stuff, 

After all, we both know I prefer clear wine that has a little tartness to it,

She blushed at his words, then lightly cuddled into his arms,

As they cuddled, she whispered into his ear,  today is my birthday, and I get to drink the first sip of "any" wine in this house tonight

After taking a shaky step back she articulated, "and I won't spill a drop", after putting the glass of wine in her hand down on the kitchen counter she added, and I don't mean a drop of the red wine either,

He smiled and reached out to put his wine glass down next to hers,  but she quickly grab his arm and said "oh- no", you have to hold on to it, and if you spill a drop before I'm done with you, I'll stop and leave you high and dry tonight my caramel delight,

Caught off guard with her words, his body froze in place

Look for climaxing ending on Friday :)

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Monday moaning ..... No climax ........ Sensuous prose

Heavy rain drops pounding on the window kept him awake, 

Bright light penetrated the window blinds, illuminating the contents of the room,

as lighting bolts ripped across the open sky,

The room rumbled as the storm raged on through the night, rattling glass, shaking the bed,

But she didn't stir, she didn't use his body for cover, because she loved the sounds of thunderstorms, and its brute unstoppable power,

She love the way the air was left fresh once it passed, the calm of the aftermath 

Skies again lit up, illuminating the room once again,

His eyes caught the silhouette of her body under the sheets,

They fixate on her body appearance, then disappearance, each time focusing on a different aspect of her body,

The softness of the skin on her face, the flow of her hair that's going every direction, the curves of her body that wound like a newly laid highway,

He strummed a fingertip gingerly over her face, then leaned over and placed a gentle kissed on her forehead, but his affectionate actions wasn't enough to quench the fire stirring inside him he had for her

As if on a cloud, covers that covered her body floated down to the bottom of the bed,

A flash of light from the raging storm lit up the room, showing she was only wearing a pair of blue panties, the ones he loved to see her wear because they followed the shape of her behind, clung to the curves of her hips, defined the shape of her bare plumb folds

Fingertips follow a soft smooth trail down her stomach, they slipped under the elastic of her panties and came to rest on her bare soft folds,

Nipples are gently introduced to his moist lips, lightly suckled then caress by his tongue tip, her voice sighed, her hips stirred, the softness of her touch is felt caressing the back of his head

Lips suckle on the bottom of her pear shape breast, while his long thin fingers slowly circled on her folds opening, they softly ease up and down her folds slit until they wept, warm clear moisture now flowed on his thumb as it slowly circled around her clitoris

Her back arch up into his hand, in asking for him to penetrate her folds with his fingers,

He tease her opening until he heard her voice beg him in a soft deep moan, then slowly penetrate two fingers into her soaking wet womb

Up and down he slowly eased his fingertips between her womb walls, penetrating her deeper and deeper with their length, as her hips bulk up in rhythm with his hand movement,

As his lips and tongue manipulate her soft breast flesh, he could hear her breath breathing harder and faster, her body was felt scurrying back and forth under his tongue touch, once he heard her voice say come inside me, he stopped his actions of foreplay, and prepare to enter her domain

Light brown eyes stare deep into his, while his hand slowly pull down her panties,

His lips kiss hers deeply, as his body slip between her legs,

While holding his swollen meat steady, he slides the mushroom head between her wet folds and thrust it into her womb with a long slow thrust

Her back arch, her voice moans, her arms went limp, as his hard meat slowly filled her womb tight space,

He slowly pulls his shaft back and again thrust it slowly into her womb, this time piercing the swollen head of his shaft deep into her dark depths, 

Simultaneous moans erupt into the room air, as he holds his pulsating mass completely still, deep inside her tightness

Deep breaths steady the pulsation's of his hardness,

Each pulsation is felt on her womb walls, causing her lungs to gasp, to arch her hips up into his, e pulls his shaft back out of her tightness, to resume control of his excitement, 

He waits for the sharp sensations on the tip on his penis to diminish,

Seconds that felt more like forever to her, passed before he slowly thrust his hardness back into her depths,

Each thrust became deeper and harder then the last, as his hip gyrations built up to love making rhythm,

Once his hips hit its stride, her legs lifted then cross around his waist, 

He moaned into her ear as her tightness surround the girth of his swell, while his hard meat fell ever deep into her womb

Sounds of the ragging storm was drowned out by their audible moans and groans,

The bed shook harder then the walls from the storm as his mass raged in and out her opening,

Suction sounds of a tight wet womb sounded out in rhythm of balls tapping against her firm backside, 

Changing body positions entered his mind, but stopping the fiery sensations bombarding the insides of his loins was out of the question, so he just kept gyrating his hips until his body succumbed to suction of her tight womb

She felt the thrust of his hard mass intensify, its girth swell bigger and harder in her womb, 

Her body shivered with sensations, her voice moaned with each deep stroke,

Tears filled her eyes as she heard his voice speak of his love for her, her arms embraced him tighter, as his thrust went deeper into her wake as his orgasm build to an ending

Coming.. Coming,  expelled past his lips just before his body shook then stiffen, 

Soft hands quickly grabbed the bottom of his buttocks and pulled his body tight into hers while her hips gyrated deeper, her womb walls clench tighter, 

Sperm ejaculated from his loins in a flurry, flooding his white tide over the hot pink shoreline of her womb,

Before his last drop of seed reached the inside of her womb, his body collapsed in sexual content on top of hers

Her body laid still in peaceful sexual tranquil,

She laid there with the feel of her womb full of his hot seed, full of the warmth of his love in her heart,

While listening to the sounds of the thunderstorm raging outside, that brought peace to her inner works ...

Her not climaxing did not change the way he loved her,

It did not change the passion nor lust they had for each other,

It didn't even change the ending to this true episode of making love between two persons on a stormy night,

It only means she can not climax and should not be ashamed of it.....

4DJ ....

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Morning after ..... Sensual prose ....

In the center of the mirror she stood,

With a smile on her face all she could,

Her heart full of love,

As the morning sun shined from above

Eyes did admire a pendant that shined between her bosoms,

A reminder of what she meant to him,

A keepsake that would always shine and never dim,

It would not be the cost of it,

Nor the shine of the large diamonds that was installed in it,

But the way he gave it to her in the morning after the glow of last night

Her gown she opened wide,

Admiring the marks of the night of passion of her, he had left behind,

Marks of dark pale red that showed his hunger of her, was ample around and on her bosoms,

Marks that would fade in time, but every time she would look at her pendant, it would bring back the vision of the marks, the memory of the feelings he had left lingering on her body

Feeling of his hands ripping off her panties that were the color of pink off her hips,

Feelings of his lips showering her body of whole with soft moist kisses,

Making her body contort from side to side, 

Feelings of her back arching up, as his lips kissed moist droplets of her lubricate off her center opening,

Feelings of how his center kisses made her eyes cry in passion pleasure, the pink walls of her womb weep in lust, while leaving the taste of her being imbedded inside his mouth

Her eyes closed as she still felt his fingertips following the shape of her neck, his thumbs strum alone the lift of her inherit high cheek bones moments before a gentle pull on her head, pulled parted lips into a kiss of softness, of deepness,

A kiss that sent her world reeling, a kiss that started a fire deep inside her, a kiss that spelled the word love across the flesh of her rapid beating heart

Her body shivered as thoughts of his hands tenderly opening her legs wider, then gently ease up the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs

Goose bumps now run up her spine, as she visioned his naked body slowly falling into the crotch of her fully exposed body,

The remembrance of his swollen manhood pushing open her mussy lips, silently made her moan, 

Moisture starts to gather between her thighs, as the feel of his girth slowly falling inside her tight opening while stretching the soft pink flesh of her walls to the point of pleasure pain, rushed into her mind, 

Again and again he would thrust the outer soft flesh of his hard manhood inside her, making her voice cry out in passion, moan in lust, scream in wanting him to never stop, as he took her from the front, took her deeply from behind while she was on all four, then tenderly took her while they spooned, until he rocked them both to sleep

Eyes awaken with the rising sun,

Not to find him next to her, but to find the beauty of a pendent around her neck,

A symbol to remind her how much he loves her, a symbol that every time she looks at it, it will remind her of the morning after

The morning after he made tender sweet love to her, 

The same sweet love he has made to her for the many years they have been together, the same sweet love he shall make to her for their eternity ,,,

Eyes widen as she felt his loving embrace surround her body, 

A smile crosses her lips, as the heat of a soft kiss ease on the flesh of her neck,

Rapturous moan is swallowed in her throat, as his passion for her push deep inside the flames between her legs ....

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Hump day ...... Booty ride ....... Erotica in prose .....

Breakfast was done,

Now that its clean up was at hand,

She had quietly disappeared

He did the dishes, then swept the floor and he still did not hear a peep come from her,

He strolled into the bedroom and found her on her stomach strolled across the bed asleep,

At first he wasn't going to disturb her because she had tossed all night,

But once his eyes glanced on the white oversize shirt she was wearing was riding high on her backside showing him her feminine side, he had a change of mind

Creamy soft skin, round buttocks, and a hint of her short trimmed hair garden was in his eyes view,

Even after a decade of marriage, the display still excited him,

It still made his heart race,

It still made him lose focus inside his mind,

It still stirred the weakness between his legs to the point of expansion, throb to the point of pain, while pulsating to the beat of his racing heart,

Now he had to have her,

He had to feel his hard cock deep inside the walls of her womb,

He needed to hear her moan his name,

He needed to feel her body quake in sexual satisfaction under him, as he rode high on her backside

Like a mountain lion sneaking up to its prey, his body lowered, then quietly walked up to the lamp table next to the bed, 

He quietly open the drawer, then slipped some lube on the head of his dick, then in stealth mode, he crept up to the bed where her sleeping prey laid motionlessly, 

Without shaking the bed mattress, he crawled up to her and straddled her body, then took the lubricated hard throbbing mass between his legs into his hand, and laid its pulsating head dead on the center of her opening

In a instant moment his body froze as the heat of her center seep into his hard flesh,

He reflected for a few moments, enjoying the sensation of the warmth of her opening on the tip of his wildly pulsating cock, then without further hesitation, he swiftly intruded his rock hard mass into her pink hole,

Trusting into her unsuspecting womb with a long hard deep stroke

Without hesitation, her eyes flew open, 

Her voice gasped out loud, while pink painted fingernails dug deep into the sheets,

Her back arched straight up into him, just as another hard thrust pushed even deeper into her womb, provoking a deep loud moan, that went silent into the cotton sheets,

Her body didn't move as the deep penetrating sensations overwhelmed her,

Stroke after stroke of hard cock slid deep into her depths, making her womb weep with lustful tears

She had awaking to a flurry of slow none stop deep thrust that rocked her butt upwards, while pinning her body deep into the mattress,

It wasn't long before she was moaning his name, screaming at the relentless cock that kept pounding itself in and out her wet hole,

His heavily grunting into her ear and brutal thrusting of his hard dick into her soft domain, made her feel as if she was being taken sexually by a savage beast

Loins overloaded with sensations sends her over the edge, making her body tremor and shake under his relentless assault,

Once he felt her body quaking under his, he lifted his upper body up up on his arms, drilling his hard mass even deeper inside her trembling depths,

A scream pierced into the air, as her body bucked uncontrollably,

Her womb spasm tight around his expanding girth, making him moan,

But his measured assault kept slipping into her pinkness without resolve

The first tingle of lust that started in his lions, was now hotter then a forest fire,

Each stroke brought him closer to redemption,

Each stroke his loins burned hotter and hotter until he could feel his orgasmic countdown

Five..

Four..

Three..

Two..

One..

His loins erupted like a calvary cannon,

It erupted so hard he felt sensation of deep sharp pain inside his loins, as his white cream spewed inside her with so much thick white mass, it turned her pink walls to the color of white,

When she felt his heat ejaculating into her, she gathered herself and gyrated her hips hard and deep, milking him of every drop of his thick milky white seed

Bodies collapsed against each other, 

His eyes slowly close in a sexual sleep,

A wide smile crossed his face when he heard sexual moans purring from her throat,

When he heard her voice whisper, I hope it's a boy,

His brown eyes popped wide open....

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Monday Moaning ...... Clean sweep ....... Repetitive poem

It wasn't the slow, long wet lick of the tip of his tongue, 

That made my legs quiver, 

My thighs tighten around his head, 

My voice gasp

It wasn't the slow circle of his tongue around my clit,

That made my fingers grasp deep into the mattress, 

My lungs inhale deeply

It wasn't the width of his tongue, opening the slit of my vulva lips wide,

As it slowly trace down its split open trail,

Making me my voice sigh, out loud

It wasn't his tongue darting and circling on my pink moist opening,

That made my body vibrate with miniature tremors,

My voice gravel

It was when his tongue dove deep into the softness of my pink flesh,

And received its first taste of my honey sweet depths,

That made us moan....

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