The Pussy Whispers
Page 27
“Oh God,” was all she could murmur as she took him in her mouth again. “I can’t get enough of you. What have you done to me?”
Silently he laid down on the bed and motioned for her to get on top of him again. Serina eagerly grabbed his dick and stuffed it inside of her as he held her by the waist, and torpedoed his erection inside of her. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her neck down to his face. Slowly he licked her neck and she moaned. Then he bit her savagely as he fucked her deeply for over a minute without stopping. Tears of passion streamed down Serina’s face again and waves of tiny orgasms spasm throughout her body. It was surreal the way a body can feel when it is being touched in the right way. Everything becomes intensified beyond your imagination. She laid on his chest limp and exhausted. His dick was still inside of her moving slowly and without thought.
“Thank you, Master,” she breathed into the hairs on his chest.
He stroked her hair gently without saying a word and they both closed their eyes to revel in the passion they had just created. It could only get better with time. Serina smiled as she closed her eyes. She had met her match; a man who was willing to put her pleasure before his and still get everything from her, and more than she had ever given. She couldn’t wait to see what else he had in store for her.
11/02/08…3:26pm
Submission
For your pleasure
I am always willing to surrender
Take what is rightfully yours
I have given you all that I am
Your will is seared into my consciousness
Everything I am is for your pleasure
I give it all to you without a second thought
Only you know how to feed my mind what it needs
In the absence of You, my hunger feeds on itself
Leaving me more empty than ever before
For only You,
Will my body and mind completely submit without fail
In the throes of our passion
I don’t recall who I am
Nor does it even matter
I am born again in the image of your creation
Molded to satisfy your every want and desire
To your will I fully submit
At your feet I lay naked and ready
Waiting to be filled with your strength
Ready to do your every bidding
Eagerly awaiting every orifice on my body to be filled
To submit fully goes against my very nature
I am not myself anymore
I freely admit to being under your influence
For you…anything For you…everything.
2-08-08…6:40pm
Read on for a preview of Dean Jéan-Pierre’s next collection of erotic short stories:
MOIST
Good Girl
For him, I want to be a good girl. His safe place to come to escape the world when everything seems to be going wrong and no one understands him—except me. I will anticipate his every desire even before he can articulate what he wants and needs from me. The minute he walks through the door, he will know that his façade of impenetrability is not needed with me in this place of love we have created together. In my presence, he is free to be himself without reservation and naked as the day he was born without any embarrassment or judgment from me.
I see him as he is—a man who needs me to feed him my strength and my love. Even when he does not ask for it, I know that the strength of my passion will give him wings to soar higher than he knows he can fly. I will believe in him even when he does not believe in himself.
My smile greets his energy when he enters the bedroom and he cannot help but exhale and allow me to love him like the King that he is. He relaxes and allows me to embrace his body and I feel the strength of his heart, his love, beating against my breasts.
Tomorrow, he will love me like the Queen that I am, but right now, it is all about him and what he needs to make him feel special and appreciated. Every man needs that special attention so when he goes back into the world, he will know that at least one person in the world loves him unequivocally.
He wraps his long strong arms around my waist and pulls me into his body. His scent is a mixture of Eternity, sweat and the heat of summer permeating from his body. It overpowers my senses, leaving me weak and in need of his kisses to restore my strength.
He is my Kryptonite.
I am weak and vulnerable for his touch, for his kisses and the intensity of our lovemaking is so overwhelming that even when he is not with me; I can feel his touch caressing my body into a fever, keeping me warm, until I am back in his arms again.
I am his good girl. I am whatever he wants me to be without any stipulation or reciprocation. Love, when it runs deep and true, does not adhere to the principles of behavior that make us afraid to share our deepest self.
He is my Master without commanding my obedience. A true Master does not command by his words, but by the sheer force of his aura demands my complete submission. His words are silently powerful and in the breath of one sentence, he can inspire both fear and love in me. To displease or disappoint him, makes me feel unworthy of his love. He is deserving of my absolute best, not because he is my Master, but because without him in my life—I cease to be who I am—who I was meant to be. His love, my love, enhances everything that lives within the circle of our love. Without him in it, nothing works quite as well.
Even when clothed, I feel naked in his presence. My clothes are on fire. My skin burns for his touch. When he finally touches me, kisses me, I will hold my breath so I can stop time to let the moment find its own rhythm and live forever. His lips find the hollow of my shoulders and he fills that empty space with his beautiful fire kisses. My feet are still on the carpet but in his arms; I am flying to our place, the place that only he can take me on the wings of our love and passion.
I am so wet that it feels as if I have gone swimming in the ocean. He takes his time building my passion to a crescendo. He will not allow me to climax too fast. He thoroughly enjoys torturing me unmercifully until I beg for it like a whore, his whore. I am every woman to him: his lover, friend, whore, slut, confidante and his Queen. Words cannot fully describe what I am to him and what he is to me. Whatever he needs and wants me to be--I will be that woman for him. Love is a strange and demanding master. We are not free to choose who we fall in love with, but falling in love gives us the freedom to be ourselves and find the person who lives within us all. With him, I know who I am. I know where I belong. Even in my submission, I am free because it is my choice to submit to only him.
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The Pussy Whispers
Woman Worship
Moist and Moist 2
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