Erotic Poetry
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Sit back, relax, maybe light some candles for the ambiance. For you are about to experience Erotic Poetry that will accelerate your heartbeat and make you blush a little.
Step into the art of words that make you feel, experience and maybe reminisce about your sweet juicy moments.
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He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.Concluida
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Maid for You
Jocelyn thrust her head backward and groaned in frustration. Aroused as she was, all her nerve endings had become very sensitive. She closed her eyes as her arousal left her no choice but to focus completely on the sensitive touch of the metal spoon edging ever closer to her sex. She was ready for him to take her right now. She wanted to feel his finger or the spoon on her clitoris. She wanted to come. She could almost scream in frustration. Tied as she was, there was nothing that she could do herself. How much cream did he still have left to eat...? Just how much closer can he get and still not quite hit my... As his spoon finally ran gently over the tender lips of her vagina, her whole body shivered. Oh my God! That was it. Do it again...! + + + Marc woke up one Sunday morning to find Jocelyn on his doorstep. Someone had given him a gift of this lovely maid to help him with his housework for a year. Who had done it, and why? While Marc tries to find out what is going on, Jocelyn finds out about Marc's dark desires. She pushes him until he brings them out into the light. The tables turn and the cheeky Jocelyn finds herself willingly fulfilling services that go way beyond the initial gift of a little more free time... + + + Note: This is a teaser. The full work is available on Amazon. With 21 out of 32 Chapters, it is quite a long teaster...! Enjoy...;-)Concluida
He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.
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