He wrote her such lovely and insightful messages … “I am going purely on instinct here, I sense in you a woman who has a hunger for a deep, fulfilling relationship, personal growth, learning and laughter. And your intelligence and lively mind is a delightful challenge.
“I really like how articulate and expressive you are, that is important to me and not often encountered. It seems that many people are reserved with their thoughts and feelings and dole them out a little at a time, like they are afraid of losing them if they share them. I’m not like that, and I can see you aren’t either.”
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copyright Carolan Gladden
I am nothing more than a civilian,
whom ran out of sugar,
sorry for interrupting your voyage to the shower,
your towel isn’t necessary,
so let take it off.
Show me..
what you were about to do,
before I rudely interrupted…
The showers on,
I’m upon my knees,
as your back is flat against the shower wall,
your right thigh placed on my left shoulder,
as my tongue extends.
Licking..
softly,
slowly,
twisting and wholly tasting your vaginal emotions.
As they weep tears of joy.
Massaging the outer lips of the vulva,
with my finger before I insert my index and yet.
Your wetness travel down your thighs though you haven’t came yet.
Inserting the middle finger along,
with the index,
as I lightly massage your g-spot.
It’s four o’clock,
and I have another hour before your husband walk in on this love knot.
But we love not each other,
but today I’m a lover who decided to pay a visit from next door.
your very own fantasy neighbor.
The ring of the door bell by,
your neighbor next door,
I’m nothing more than,
a civilian who ran out of sugar,
who would of ever thought a ring would turn into a fling,
with you bent over,
as I grip your waist scene.
Before the credits roll,
I hold your thighs waist high,
as your facing me,
as you rely on my strength to hold you up.
A car door shuts,
a security system beeps,
..I’m stuck between a marital couple and a hard place.
No rush, I plunge my young black cock into your mature passion stocks.
Before you stop moaning,
breathing,
your eyes and mouth are wide as if in shock.
As your husband walks through the front door,
I escape out the back door.
I’m nothing more than a civilian who ran out of sugar.
As if nothing happened at all.
Hoping the orgasm doesn’t enthral,
you into a uncontrolled state of confession.
By: Darnell on October 30, 2011
at 11:16 pm
….she replied with her eyes, lips parted. A sudden light sprinkle of perfume tinged his nostrils…seemingly from no where. He felt somewhat helpless…he was cordial and expressive, full of metaphor and adjective, but only with pen in hand. Here, now, alone, the two of them…words weren’t working. So awkward, “if only I had a pen” he mused…”if only I had words”…
She awaited his next sentence…
By: aliveandalone on September 28, 2011
at 9:03 pm