Skye Genteen

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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…

Summer Heat by Holly

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. 

Untitled by Midwest Fantasy

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.

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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?

Yes by Romantic Dominant

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? 🙂

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

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These brave and uncharted days

hold a perfect promise

of such delicious decadent discovery,

of such sheer sensual satisfaction,

of such thrilling fulfilment of fantasy,

of such wild abandon,

of such unburdened joy.

Let us surrender

to their sensual rhythm.

Let us give ourselves up

to the magic of their moments

Let us yield

to the endless ache within.

For you and I

my beautiful friend

will never, ever

pass this way again.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

First posted four years ago – but there is always a day to be seized

Art by Marius Markowski

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Chemistry

Redux

I Write Her

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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. 😉

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

Photo by Mark Velasquez

How can one define attraction?

I look at you and I am entranced.

A beautiful face. A gorgeous body.

A clever, creative, independent mind.

A generous heart. A submissive sexual soul.

I do not know if the rest of the world sees you as I see you.

I do not care.

To me, you are so incendiary

you could burn your way

out of Hell

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photo by Mark Velasquez. Model is Ashley Amarillas

I posted this some years ago. I can still be set on fire.

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Reblog – Dreamscape

Oh, to be the One…

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

If the night

gives me

complete control

over who fills

my dark

delightful

dirty

delicious

dangerous

decadent

Dominant

dreamscape

it will be you.

Oh, believe me

it will be you.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written two years ago. Believe me, it will be you.

Art by Omar Ortiz

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