So instead of writing out a whole little story I decided to write a little bit of poetry.
You got me tripping you got me falling all over the place,
all I have to do is take one look at your face.
When I look into your eyes, I get so lost so hypnotized.
When I feel your arms wrapped around me so tight,
I feel safe I feel warm through out the whole night.
Every time your lips begin to touch my skin, I lose every piece of clothing I was just in.
You make me tremble, you make me weak. You got me over here barely able to speak.
Your cock gets harder with every lick, I am so happy your the one I got to pick.
Make me moan make me shout, so the whole place knows what its about.
Moving fast then moving slow, go harder and harder don’t let go.
Switch positions make sure there is none we’re missing.
Go in deep or just the tip, bend me over and grab my hips.
Use all your force, move to the floor. I want you to make me your dirty little whore. Continue reading “Poetry”
You know what I love? I love it when a guy can take my breath away. And I mean literally. Nothing is hotter to me than when a guy wraps his hand or arm around my throat and squeezes until I can no longer breath almost to the point of blacking out. Gosh that thought alone gets my panties all wet. Did things just get hot in here?
Everyone has some bad habits whether they are open about it or not. Best believe they got some skeletons in their closet. Even me. I am far beyond perfect with plenty of bad habits, some are out in the open others not so much. Some of my bad habits are quite addicting. Shoot I am a bad habit. A bad habit that is so much fun and becomes irresistible. I may be bad but I am very good at it.
