Terrible sexts for lonely nights #11.

​Like pilfering and plundering marauders

her hunger for me is insatiable

she had me all to her mercy, sitting on the chair with me hands behind me awaiting the moment she devoured me, but Aria just watched me from a distance, squatting on the sofa completely naked, a drink in hand, her dripping crotch wetting the fabric, the dark spot underneath her spreading like rivers in the dense Amazon
My insides clawed and begged for her, her small perky breasts I knew were made to fit into my warm rough fists, the curve of her stomach which would shiver and erupt into forests of goosebumps when my tongue slid across it slowly, oozing with my starvation for her skin
Aria would straddle me when I would be at the peak of my desperation, pulling my hands from behind me and placing them on her hips
‘tear me apart’, she’d purr
and my fingers would glide along the stretch marks on her skin, the Northern Star to my depravity, leaving red welts along them like travelling trails along ridges, she’d moan and open her lips and stick out her tongue, and let her hunger for me trickle down into my open mouth, mix with my tongue, as she hoists herself with her hands on my shoulder and slides down again, making me enter deeper into her realms of pleasure
her nipples hard and protruding bathing in the warmth of my breath and rubbing between my teeth, I start to feel sweat trickling down my legs as my thighs become rigid, Aria plunges with her voluptuous mouth, eating my face out with violent kisses and incessant nibbles as my fingers roam her back as a last measure and find the spot I’ve grown so familiar with

and at that moment I feel myself explode inside her, filling her up with all of me, as we moan and scream our voices hoarse to the empty room and walls and bed and sofa they’ve been tainted with our lovemaking
later, Aria kisses me again, softly on my forehead, the way flowers float down into graves, the way love rushes into open arms, at the break of dawn

Terrible sexts for lonely nights #10.

​Keep still, you whisper, keep still please

and your mouth engulfs me whole, in one

gulp I become a part of you, my fingers

grabbing on to your hair, digging into your

scalp, and the deep moans emanating from

your throat busy taking my tongue down it

becomes lost in the din of the playing movie

the darkness of the theatre becomes shelter

to our sin, and the aroma of butter popcorn hides our primal smell as we claw and pounce on each other, each determined to make the other break, scream till the unaware audience calls the police, made to parade naked in 

front of a hundred watching eyes as we 

drip, as we spoil the cheap carpet and blue cushioned seats with our overflowing, yet undeniable proof of desire
and when it’s my turn I push you into your seat with a sudden fierceness that makes the hinges creak and the couple behind us shush but we are too far gone my hands are groping your nakedness in the blinding darkness the way falling stars claw for the sky, my head muffled between your squeezing thighs, your crotch damp and your skin blistering into breaking goosebumps your fingernails digging into my back, the sharp pain tearing my senses into a sudden placental desperation where all that mattered was my fierce tongue digging deeper into you and the throbbing veins in me
the thrusts were gentler, careful not to let anyone know, my fingers in your mouth, playing with your hungry tongue, stifling moans, while I entered you again and again

my sweaty back home to your invading fingers, my hands holding on to your shoulders as I pulled myself closer, and let myself go again

and as we approach climax, the movie does too, and in the darkness a child cries out, and in your ears I let out the loudest groan, as you clench your thighs to not let me leave
when the lights come back on, we leave first

because once stars break, they 

don’t stay in constellations

falling forever, till they meet the sea

Terrible sexts for lonely nights #9.

​The rains here feel, invading

they enter my room through

the cracks in the windowpanes

the way your tongue finds my

lips, pries them open and slithers

in, the rain beats down on shades

and roofs, and trickles down walls

the way my fingers slip across your

blemished skin, reaching down, till

they’re entangled in a silly web of 

moss, till they’re wriggling inside

the crawlspace of your wet enticing

orifice, you take my breath and stick

it to your nipples, they grow harder,

stony and cold, in my mouth and

against my face, your hands carelessly

stroke me, as my fingers bury deeper 

inside you, there is no mercy tonight

like the rain, filling up every corner, 

beating down into every end, you

pull me into yourself, over and over again

I’m in your mouth and I’m inside you

and I’m between your breasts as well, there

are so many of me and so many of you, we

are losing track, till I scream out your name

and you know the time has come, and 

inside you, the clouds empty their rage, 

inside you

I fall apart again