kisses burnt into my psyche
lingering hot in the air
the afterglow palpable
and instincts left wanting
pleasure and delight once more
Tag: erotica
Skye Genteen
*EDITOR’S NOTE – The following pieces are considered mature content.
Kink
You’re getting me started, teasing me with promises of pleasure.
Soft yet urgent kisses land wet on my mouth, sliding past moans escaping,
A tingling begins as the trail of your tongue traces a path of whispering
Licks around protruding lips, those up and down.
You don’t know me yet, but my thing is pressure.
Build me up just so until I’m ready to let go.
Stop. Listen to me. Do this, please…
Dig your thumbs into me, pressing your hands forcefully into my skin.
Mount me and take me with hungry insistence like a rag doll.
Cover every square inch of my body with yours, pushing me down.
Make it hard for me to breathe as you expel my air.
The weight of your body makes me struggle dangerously for more.
I want to feel your dominion over me, propelling me closer to release.
It’s hot, and it’ll get hotter; let’s burn together.
Touch Me
Caress my tongue with yours
And whisper your desires to my being.
Let your legs wrestle mine
While my arms discover your back,
Feel down to the curve of your ass,
Then find the moisture between my legs
Awaiting your entry.
You’ve touched every inch of my mind, body, and soul.
Let’s come together.
Romance at Noon
You were amazing.
Are you still, I wonder?
My last memory of you was in an abandoned house, shedding my leggings and panties, lifting my green-striped midi-dress above my head, and having you remove my bra deftly with your warm hands. The room was bare except for a carpet. We tumbled down to the floor, but your arm skilfully braced me from harm. My legs splayed open, urging a meeting of the minds. Your eyes focused, and your smile acknowledged the next move. I gasped as your tongue caressed my hard clit, and your fingers massaged all the pleasure points of my vulva. I came quickly, riding out every wave of pleasure you gave me. It didn’t take long before your cock was inside of me, thrusting hard and taking me as yours until we both came. I’ll never forget feeling so exhausted from our encounter, not even wanting to pee afterward.
Please, still be amazing.
Impatient
I am tired of waiting. Whir….
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Her mother calls her a free spirit, and her friends call her wild, but she thinks she’s oddly normal with her blue hair. Skye is 25 years old, and figuring things out. Pronouns are She/Her. This is Skye Genteen’s first feature on The Short of It.
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Reblogs – Holly & MidWest Fantasy
The heat of passion burns so good…
Your lips are warm as a summer day
Your sun burned skin tastes of salt
your eyes are the color of the sea
with my body pressed to yours
we are fire.
I need his hands
sighing my name
across this impatient skin
whispering kisses
tingling along an eager
neckline
flickering tongue
teasing the very tip
thrusting hips
talking to mine
in lust’s language
Open
Redux
Originally posted on I Write Her 7/7/2018. Published here with revisions.
lady luck presents a life-altering prospect
an enticing, not-so-subtle invitation
a seductive and alluring treat
or a delicious deception
like a meet-your-maker kind of wile
i want to get wet, and i think I might drown
teased by lousy timing
yet it keeps me invested
my head fills with rich fantasies
more possibilities awaken
the proverbial juices are flowing
the world is spinning on a new axis
i’m confused
but i’m open
Tryst In Dreams
Redux
Originally published on PhiloSusi 9/9/15, reposted with minor revisions.
I stir, aroused by the return of past fiery life episodes. The intensity of the morning awakening revives exquisite sensations and feelings; I’m in awe of the desire which returns me and deposits me back into my past.
The pull of his gaze, a finger tracing my mouth and drawing me closer to his lips. Soft, warm wetness, mine mixing with his. Each kiss, tender and fierce, hasten our breaths. There’s an urgency, a tension demanding release, but craving so much more before it comes.
Our hands brush across each other, clutching then releasing at the subtle moments. Sighs and moans escape our lips when the gentleness or coarseness reaches a threshold in our bodies. Arching our bodies, pressing closer, the bulge of desire wanting to be cupped. It all feels so quick but in slow motion. The haze of excitement moves us, our bodies following an unscripted dialogue, but knowing exactly what to say.
We explore with our eyes and undress each other with our hands. Our clothing is our only barrier, so much is already understood – the hunger to taste each other, the desire bound tightly until the right moment it can escape, the secret carnal needs – all are free at this moment.
Our tongues speak the language of sensuality, experiencing color in what we taste. The room feels engulfed by us, our red-hot fluidity. We vibrate with the energy of our imminent coupling. Every cell in our being is aroused with anticipation, and every hair prickles with electricity; our bodies are in tune to receive what the other has to give.
Deliciousness and moans escape our lips as our limbs intertwine, feeling the smoothness of our skin as we embrace deeper into one another. Oh, the strength of our muscles tighten around each other, neither leaving intensity behind. The excitement builds, and the urgency to satisfy rises up in us both. We are open and ready now. Our passion is strong; our desires need expression.
Our eyes meet each other hungrily, penetrating the depths of our beings. It sends us deeper into our emotional hot bed inside; the tryst becomes more and more intense. The intuitive knowing of what needs to be touched and when delivers us to even more heights. What feels like an invisible fire engulfs us both as we aim to reach the crucial element of our desires.
And then I wake up…
Reblogs – Romantic Dominant & Rahul Gaur
Wholly present or becoming barely there – living is a bouncing between the two, or?
Suddenly
she is aware
of how much
she adores
the feel
the sensation
the taste of
‘Yes’
in her mouth,
ready for him
to hear.
Becoming a Mirage by Rahul Gaur
My body carries your words still
under the burial of daily living
Sensory overload to forget that
you still hold the power to
cause ripples in my still water mind
Do you remember that day
when the sun failed to settle down
so as to not take away your light
and then we slipped into a shared dream
that unravelled into a nightmare of
all the angst we buried underneath our love
My mind carries the cause of your tears
The decade of your doom
that you brushed aside to forget
that the dust settles down from the air
until the gust of wind arrives
to tip you off balance from the summit of
your fickle foundation of a dune
And I see you now
walking away into a mirage
but you never go out of sight
so you never go out of mind
As I sit here collecting sand
and filling up a reflection of your wreckage
so I can be tipped off balance as well
so I can walk into a mirage as well
with you but without you.
Reblog – Carpe Diem
Or will we? :)
Chemistry
Redux
A simple look in my direction gave away his secret. The sensuality vibrating towards me with intent, but with a shy and curious hesitation. He was scared.
I was wanted.
Flirtation became our diurnal repetition.
But I wanted more than a game of frustration; each day ending unfulfilled.
Every encounter promised more friction.
The heat wasn’t just in our eyes.
Desire growing with each attempted exposure of natural impulse.
And then it happened.
An innocent, accidental touch; the catalyst to change our ways.
The electricity in the room was palpable.
Our bodies and our mouths finally and unequivocally declared YES!
His bold lips rushing towards mine dizzying me with an intensity of soft passion.
My world melted in that moment.
I found strength in his embrace, and a lusciousness hard to ignore.
His body dared me to explore what now was being offered openly for me to take.
My fingers caressed every…
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Reblog – Incendiary
Haven’t we all encountered an intense attraction that could make us lose control? I know I have, a few actually if I’m being honest. ;)
Coming Together
Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix
with longing uttered
a desire introduced
let us endeavor
for attachment
at your mound
I Write Her 