Erotica: Night and Day by Cheeky Minx

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Self-portrait courtesy of Cheeky Minx
Love Hate Sex Cake

You have no idea just how I crave you. You have no idea how crazed and dizzying that craving. You have no conception just how I hunger to explore your mouth and its kiss, how I yearn for your hands and their touch, your scent and skin and heat.

Night and day.

You have no idea just how I want to feel your strength, your power, the masculinity overwhelming, to feel your fingers gliding over my fairness, your hard, aching cock slowly filling me to the hilt, to feel you fucking me with a decisive measure at odds with the urgency of our greed, to feel your fiery seed coating my most intimate depths, painting my breasts and cunt and thighs, glossing my lips and tongue.

Night and day.

You have no idea just how I need to feel you under me, to fit my body into yours, grind myself into you, my soft, swollen sex sliding along your uncut flesh, your burnished head teasing my clitoris, my climax again screaming out of me, the scorched liquid lust coating and marking and branding you as my own, our mouths urgently feeding off your bruising kiss.

Night and day.

You have no idea just how I long to surrender, to have you yield to me, to have you unleash your carnality upon me, to have you shred and rip and tear each stitch and seam on this slight and supple form, to have you push me into that wall, to have you take me from behind, to have you truly possess me as no other man has ever done.

Night and day.

You have no idea how I yearn to fuck you, to make love to you, hidden away, in plain sight, alone, with others, on a bed, on the gleaming parquetry floor, under the shower of warm and steaming rain, bent over the desk in your office, in front of a glowing movie screen, on a fast moving train, your fingers disappearing into my hot velvet cunt as my delicate hand strokes your slick, aroused flesh, our bodies on fire, in gasping and wordless want for our unique erotic completion.

Night and day.

You have no idea how I ache to worship you, to taste you, to devour you, leaving nothing but your bones, how I ache to hear your raspy breath, to see the desire lighting your eyes, to immerse myself in the man who inflames my body and mind so absolutely.

Night and day. Day and night. Night and day.

© Cheeky Minx

You can read more erotica by Cheeky Minx at her blog Love Hate Sex Cake, along with her poetry and self-portraiture.

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