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Edited by
machug
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Our Night
Your touch is liquid fire tracing a path down my body sending shivers down my spine and leaving me aching for more You lips against mine gentle, yet so eager feeds the passion building inside of me I feel your heart beating with excitement to match mine Our bodies tremble with anticipation and desire Every touch, every kiss brings us to the edge Our eyes glazed with desire Bodies hot and ready No thoughts but to come togather to quench this thirst Our bodies to melt into one. A kiss full of passion as our bodies begin our rythmic dance and the pleasure is sweet I see nothing but your face I hear nothing but our moans I taste nothing but your sweet lips and feel your hard body against mine Our bodies drenched We reach orgasmic ecstasy waves of pleasure coursing through our bodies Snuggled close togather Our passion sated Safe, warm and loved A smile on my lips, I can sleep. |
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Our Night Your touch is liquid fire tracing a path down my body sending shivers down my spine and leaving me aching for more You lips against mine gentle, yet so eager feeds the passion building inside of me I feel your heart beating with excitement to match mine Our bodies tremble with anticipation and desire Every touch, every kiss brings us to the edge Our eyes glazed with desire Bodies hot and ready No thoughts butto come togather to quench this thirst Our bodies to melt into one. A kiss full of passion as our bodies begin our rythmic dance and the pleasure is sweet I see nothing but your face I hear nothing but our moans I taste nothing but your swet lips and feel your hard body against mine Our bodies drenched We reach orgasmic ectasy waves of pleasure coursing through our bodies Snuggled close togather Our passion sated Safe, warm and loved A smile on my lips, I can sleep. Hubba hubba, mama cita. Owwwww! *whistles, throws his boxers at her* Whoooo! I  it!
Oncore! Oncore!! |
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LOL, you are making me blush.
Thank you, glad you liked it. |
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Our Night Your touch is liquid fire tracing a path down my body sending shivers down my spine and leaving me aching for more You lips against mine gentle, yet so eager feeds the passion building inside of me I feel your heart beating with excitement to match mine Our bodies tremble with anticipation and desire Every touch, every kiss brings us to the edge Our eyes glazed with desire Bodies hot and ready No thoughts but to come togather to quench this thirst Our bodies to melt into one. A kiss full of passion as our bodies begin our rythmic dance and the pleasure is sweet I see nothing but your face I hear nothing but our moans I taste nothing but your sweet lips and feel your hard body against mine Our bodies drenched We reach orgasmic ectasy waves of pleasure coursing through our bodies Snuggled close togather Our passion sated Safe, warm and loved A smile on my lips, I can sleep. audience on their feet in CHEERING OUT GASPS of EXCITMENTS. MORE,,,,MORE,,,,CLAPPING HANDS,,, VERY NICE,,and SOOOOO HOT AND SPICY,,,,yes,,,You Devil YOU,, Been hiding all your locked-upcaged in HEAT.....  
YOU HAVE TALENTS.....mmmmmmmmmmmmm, 
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Hot steamy mama!!!.....I KNEW IT! ....Thank you Mac!! Beautiful~ sexy~ romantic~ erotic...Cougars RULE!!!
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Edited by
teadipper
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Sun 01/08/12 07:16 AM
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She's already gone to bed
when he gets home. She's under a sheet and not on top. That means she took a shower and was so tired she went to bed without getting dressed. He slides in bed next to her. The sheet's cling to her curves. He watches the sheet rise with her breathe. Her chest rises and falls under the sheet Followed by the ebb and flow of her soft belly as she inhales deeply. In her sleep, her face is soft. Her little bow like mouth, pink. She's so pretty but he doesn't want to wake her. Bed is her favorite place. And not because she is depressed or lazy. She can't wait to go to bed at night and snuggle up to him and talk about their day. She is excited every morning when they wake up and puts her head on his chest and buries it into his hair and tells him all about her plans for the day. He's never known anything like her. They both grew up with women who were harsh and moody morning and night. He doesn't know how a product of that kind of environment she ended up this way. But he loves her for it. He can't resist brushing her dark hair off her face. He has seen her blonde roots. He knows that beautiful little blonde California child is still in there. She wakes up not knowing it is him who disturbed her. She makes her little soft sign yawn sound she makes and rolls over and throws her arm across to see if he is there. This time he is. He wraps his arm around her and calls her “Sweetheart” and kisses her forehead. She smiles with her eyes still closed and draws into him. He doesn't know what he did to deserve this. He's not going to argue with fate. He has a good job now. When he met her, he had been laid off. She always had faith. She doesn't want him to change a bit. She says that he's absolutely perfect how he is. That's why he gets up every morning wanting to be a better man and grow. He whispers to her that he can't imagine life without her. She kisses him softly on the mouth and says “As long as I'm alive, you don't have to”. |
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She's already gone to bed when he gets home. She's under a sheet and not on top. That means she took a shower and was so tired she went to bed without getting dressed. He slides in bed next to her. The sheet's cling to her curves. He watches the sheet rise with her breathe. Her chest rises and falls under the sheet Followed by the ebb and flow of her soft belly as she inhales deeply. In her sleep, her face is soft. Her little bow like mouth, pink. She's so pretty but he doesn't want to wake her. Bed is her favorite place. And not because she is depressed or lazy. She can't wait to go to bed at night and snuggle up to him and talk about their day. She is excited every morning when they wake up and puts her head on his chest and buries it into his hair and tells him all about her plans for the day. He's never known anything like her. They both grew up with women who were harsh and moody morning and night. He doesn't know how a product of that kind of environment she ended up this way. But he loves her for it. He can't resist brushing her dark hair off her face. He has seen her blonde roots. He knows that beautiful little blonde California child is still in there. She wakes up not knowing it is him who disturbed her. She makes her little soft sign yawn sound she makes and rolls over and throws her arm across to see if he is there. This time he is. He wraps his arm around her and calls her “Sweetheart” and kisses her forehead. She smiles with her eyes still closed and draws into him. He doesn't know what he did to deserve this. He's not going to argue with fate. He has a good job now. When he met her, he had been laid off. She always had faith. She doesn't want to change a bit. She says that he's absolutely perfect how he is. That's why he gets up every morning wanting to be a better man and grow. He whispers to her that he can't imagine life without her. She kisses him softly on the mouth and says “As long as I'm alive, you don't have to”. Terri!!!
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Edited by
teadipper
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Sun 01/08/12 08:16 AM
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He is home from work
He stops by and checks the mail box for new bills She's sent him another love letter even though they live at the same address She always says he is worth WAY more than forty two cents He puts his key in the lock Before he can turn it, she's unsetting the alarm and throwing open the door She rushes into his arms and kisses him She has been anxiously awaiting him all day He's everything. Her very best friend Her favorite playmate And she says the absolute most incredible lover she has ever known. It's summer and he is sweaty and sticky from the hot humid beach air. She knew he would be so the air conditioner is already on and house is chilled waiting for his tired mind and body to feel refreshed. She made him her special tuna pasta salad that she invented during her first marriage to the guy who turned totally vegan. It's one of his favorite things. It's always ice cold and creamy with sliced black olives and Carma Mia marinated artichoke hearts. He thinks of her in the store explaining in her usually happy banter how that is the only acceptable brand and he smiles at the thought of her animated hand waving in the supermarket. She serves it to him on the couch and hands him a frosty glass of ice tea. She pulls the lever on the recliner and his feet go kicking up and she rips of his shoes. His toes spread out and enjoy their new found freedom. She asks him how his day was. Nobody ever cared about that in his entire life. She is actually pausing for his reply. She is looking at his face smiling really, truly awaiting the answer. |
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He is home from work He stops by and checks the mail box for new bills She's sent him another love letter even though they live at the same address She always says he is worth WAY more than forty two cents He puts his key in the lock Before he can turn it, she's unsetting the alarm and throwing open the door She rushes into his arms and kisses him She has been anxiously awaiting him all day He's everything. Her very best friend Her favorite playmate And she says the absolute most incredible lover she has ever known. It's summer and he is sweaty and sticky from the hot humid beach air. She knew he would be so the air conditioner is already on and house is chilled waiting for his tired mind and body to feel refreshed. She made him her special tuna pasta salad that she invented during her first marriage to the guy who turned totally vegan. It's one of his favorite things. It's always ice cold and creamy with sliced black olives and Carma Mia marinated artichoke hearts. He thinks of her in the store explaining in her usually happy banter how that is the only acceptable brand and he smiles at the thought of her animated hand waving in the supermarket. She serves it to him on the couch and hands him a frosty glass of ice tea. She pulls the lever on the recliner and his feet go kicking up and she rips of his shoes. His toes spread out and enjoy their new found freedom. She asks him how his day was. Nobody ever cared about that in his entire life. She is actually pausing for his reply. She looking at his face smiling really, truly awaiting the answer. You're such a romantic!!!
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For today's steamy quotes of love prose....
I offer a lyric from the song "Sittin at a bar" by the band Rehab. Ahem..... "She broke my heart in the trailer park. So, I jacked the keys to her f**kin car... then crashed that piece of schitt. Then walked away." .........sigh.........I can just feel the emotion........ |
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Edited by
teadipper
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Sun 01/08/12 09:11 AM
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He can't stop
smiling and laughing at her antics as she conquers the charity thrift shop She is so silly She runs down the sleeveless shirt isle pulling out dozens of what she calls “skanky tank tops” In reality, he doesn't think “skanky” in any way describes her dear wife. She's never been a fan of bras. She was like that when he met her. It's one of her little quirks that he loves so much. He smiles to himself at one of his favorite memories.... There was a time that because of an emergency she had to stay with her mother. Her mom kept complaining about how she wore “slutty” underwear Again not how he would describe her sensuous collection of g-strings and thongs. Her solution: If her mother was sick of seeing them in the wash, don't wear them. They don't have to be washed if they don't get dirty. He can't help himself he laughs boisterously aloud thinking of her own brand of logic that is unique to her. He realizes where he is and looks for her. She's in the men's section. She has this uncanny ability to find clothes that would fit him and that he would love and is tossing pair after pair of slacks and jeans over her arm for him. She says he works all day for the two of them and he hates to shop it's the very least she can do for him She is also grabbing the tackiest men's blazers she can find off the rack to wear over her “skank” tank tops. She holds a gold tone 80s one up for his approval. He gives her the thumbs up. It's beautiful with her golden hazel eyes. She is off in the shoe section babbling about a woman her size and taste has either gotten sick of her shoe collection or died and how happy she is that she happened into a bounty of size 8 ½ expensive woman's shoes for $5 a pair. She tries on pair after pair of feminine wedge heels, slides and even clogs. He loves her in her wedges and slides. He think she looks so womanly in them. She is over in the children's second grabbing up used high end in baby clothes for his little sister, Jennifer. She is squealing with delight about brands like Osh Kosh and Carter's He is expecting his first niece. She is more excited about the impending child than almost anybody in the family. She keeps talking about how it's a true “simcha” in her life. A joy or gladness. He loves his sister like her big brother loved her. Whenever he talks about Jen, she lights up and thinks he's so sexy for being such an amazing brother. She goes to cash out he runs over to the register and pays for her because her hands and arms are so full she can't see her purse. $98.50 Sounds like a lot except he has seen her kill It's all designers and two of those items would have been that much at the mall alone. He can afford the mall now. He makes good money But she has her hatred a marketing driven consumerism and refuses to pay $40 for what she considers $4 shirt. He is smiling thinking of one of her many rants on how she is keeping stuff out of a landfill, helping this certain charity she likes by purchasing stuff from them. Besides it's pure shrunk and faded and if she ruins in in her daily playing, it was only four bucks. He thinks to himself “I don' t know what planet she came from but I think I'd like to move there”. |
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LOL, you are making me blush. Thank you, glad you liked it. Oh come on now Mach!!!!!!!!! You blush!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who are you trying to kid!!!!!! There Is not a bashful bone in yer body...... 
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For today's steamy quotes of love prose.... I offer a lyric from the song "Sittin at a bar" by the band Rehab. Ahem..... "She broke my heart in the trailer park. So, I jacked the keys to her f**kin car... then crashed that piece of schitt. Then walked away." .........sigh.........I can just feel the emotion........ Sigh is right!!  The Krup Man strikes again.....Ice me down, it steamy in here!!!
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Edited by
teadipper
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Sun 01/08/12 09:26 AM
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Esp. for Krupa:
He went to hit me the night before. I kicked his azz and sent him flying across the floor. The next day I cussed at him and threw him out at the bus stop and told him to take it “Back to hell where he came from!” I took his schitt and had my ex husband drive to 45 minutes and dump it off with his next of kin. Because I didn't want him to think he had a snow FLAKE'S chance in hell of moving back in. (can you feel the love???) |
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Lover’s Anticipation
The elegant warmth of dawn’s light quietly invades the room filling it with a divine sensuality that paints shadows the color of life The anticipation of perfect intimacy teases me as the rhythm of your hands and life’s fire burn as if they were a gentle yet uncontrolled rage intent on discovering me loving me and fulfilling me Leigh requested that I post this piece here so here it is. Hope you all enjoy it. |
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Lover’s Anticipation The elegant warmth of dawn’s light quietly invades the room filling it with a divine sensuality that paints shadows the color of life The anticipation of perfect intimacy teases me as the rhythm of your hands and life’s fire burn as if they were a gentle yet uncontrolled rage intent on discovering me loving me and fulfilling me Leigh requested that I post this piece here so here it is. Hope you all enjoy it. Every time I read this I get another new feeling, a good feeling deep inside that tells me here is one sensitive man...Thank you Mig, this is just too beautiful!  Happy tears....
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Very nice, the different sides inwhich you lay and write Terri., I like your writes here,,very sweet and feeled with nice shades of color to see..
And Mig,,,very Powerful,,, in tasting life's awakening hours..
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Edited by
teadipper
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Sun 01/08/12 11:22 AM
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How does
the universe know I found you? How does it know I am in love? Every song on the radio is clearly about you. Every boyfriend or husband card at the drug store is obviously written with you personally in mind. How does the cosmos know? You say the word “love” to me and suddenly there is a gorgeous full moon. The winds howl and then die down, I look out and every single star is evident and sparkling in the sky. I go out in the night air to experience it's beauty. It's January and it's not even cold. How did the world figure out I found you? How did this plane of existence figure out what we share? |
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Don't think I didn't notice.
That you got out of bed sick some many times in the middle of the night to write me because you didn't want to wake me. Don't think I didn't hear you. That you actually said the words you missed me. That you came right out and said you would be devastated if you lost me now Don't think I didn't notice. That suddenly you are calling me terms of endearment. Get upset when I use a derogatory word to describe myself. That you started using hearts on your letters. That you started signing everything “Love,” Don't think I did feel it. When you started referring to us as “we” and our collective stuff as “our” |
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Somebody is IN LOVE!!!....Steamy, steamy, steamy!!!
(((T)))
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