Una cita a ciegas. Un millonario y una pelirroja. El es un sugar daddy que lo tiene todo, todo menos a ella: una pelirroja que en la vida le basta con ser libre. It all started with a blind date. He is a sugar daddy who has everything but her: a redhead who's only ambition is to be free.

Quando Jennifer foi trocada por uma top model, decide que é altura de voltar a sair à noite com as amigas. Então ela veste o seu lindo vestido preto e decide aproveitar o que a vida lhe trouxer. Neste caso, a vida traz-lhe uma criatura com duas pernas sensuais e um ar tremendamente sedutor: Richard.

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A erotic novel. A Harry Styles's Fanfic.

A Nina é uma jovem e atraente garota que deve achar o amor de a sua vida, de acordo com uma misteriosa feiticeira, em menos de três dias. Para cumprir esta tarefa a Nina visitará uns gênios virtuosos. Uns gênios da pintura, da fotografia e outras artes apaixonadas. Gênios que são inspirados por ela, por a sua olhar, por a beleza de musa que irradia o sua cabelo levemente ondulado e por a sua pele perfumada de lua perolada. Este é, portanto, uma história ancorada nos desejos mais profundos daquela musa singular e bela. Ou melhor, daquela mulher que poderia se tornar a reencarnação de Calíope, ou em todas essas realidades eróticas e profundas que estão por trás da cortina de desejo.

A simple body bump, Turn into a glance, A glance turned into a chance, That two bodies would embrace, While two lips would taste No words are spoken, As clothes of token, Fall urgently, but quietly to the floor, Because small ears might hear, And awaken to two lovers sitting face to face naked in a chair, Embraced, flesh to flesh, Chest to breast, Hard and dry, pushing against wet but soft A gasp flows softly from an open mouth, While a breath is withheld, as teeth grimace, A deep breath is ta

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Repetitive Poem (Repetition Poem): Repetition of a sound, syllable, word, phrase, line, stanza, or metrical pattern in a poem <http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iks0E7Jcyh0/TnglOAcNsVI/AAAAAAAABGU/grbO6p4Q2C4/s1600/Casais%2B%252834%2529.jpg><http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EpVeVYfTxOo/TngjAQIyViI/AAAAAAAABGM/7GDAhwRN3UU/s1600/Casais%2B%252883%2529.jpg> Need has brought me to this point of my life, The need of your touch The need of your kisses The need of your passion-lust... Greed has overwhelm me, Greed of

I can feel your want  in the urgency of your touch I can feel your need  throbbing against the firmness of my thigh flesh I can hear your wishes  from the quiet whispers entering my ear I can feel your desire  in the hard beats of your heart inside your chest, that beating next to mine I can feel anticipation exhilaration sensations from first penetration, that's making my body tremor under your naked body I just heard  somebody scream (C) 1ManView

Five Four Three Two One... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Toy horns loudly blow, In rooms full of engaging people, Church bells constant ringing, Is heard for miles, Down quiet country roads, While the crowded air in the city skies, Is surrounded with exploding lights and booming loud noises But our ears hear nothing,  Our eyes see only each other, Naked, In the dark of the room, As our lips dispatched deep kisses, Fingertips roam and touch intimate places, While sex organs thrust and tug on one anoth

A Song Poem: Must use one word, sentence or phrase from the chosen song. It also has to be written in the rhythm and spirit of the song...  Song; Getting Late... By Floetry .... Challenge by "NA Poetry" .... Please press play It’s getting late, And I'm afraid Afraid, to let you make passionate love to me on this night, Afraid, to let you hold my femininity, close to the warmth of your masculinity, Warmth, that might make me melt like custard ice cream, expose to heat of the morning day, Havin

When you let let a big dick-head bully push you around, everybody call you a pussi, But when you are a pussi, and you let that same big dick-head bully push into you,  Then It's Ok for you to moan... Happy Moanday... Read Poeticestrus Moanday at  /http://sexualmusingofpoeticestrus.blogspot.com/

Say it ... Say it loud Say if softly Or whisper the words near my ear... Moan it Groan it Just let me know The moment your love for me Is coming .... (Painting by Antony Christian) (C) 1ManView

Say it ... Say it loud Say if softly Or whisper the words near my ear... Moan it Groan it Just let me know The moment your love for me Is coming .... (Painting by Antony Christian) (C) 1ManView

Lust doesn't have any patients Desire doesn't care Passion is the fuel Release is the only option To sexual gratification (c)1ManView

Lips heat singe the nape of my neck flesh, Breath hotter than the sun swirls on Its smooth warm expose flesh Waking up my desire While his bulbous tip Spread swollen lips, Inner heat Consumes Me My Body Consumption Of his sear heat Torments the passion Building up inside me That soon has to be released By dredging of his outreached mast Inside the confines of my womb walls A nonet is a nine line poem.  The first line containing nine syllables, the next line has eight syllables, the next line ha

Body straddled, Soft, on top of firm, Tall, hard, pulsating cock waver in my hand, Entice by his thickness, my mouth drools from wanting, waiting, for first taste, As my head leaned down close enough to smell his masculine musk, The feel of firm hands is felt on the side of my breast, "No", whispers into the air... He quickly manipulates my body into another position, His body wiggles and twist until our bodies were chest to breast Strong arms sweep around me in a tight embrace, The hardness bet

Stolen moment steals my breath, Leaves my heart racing, Captures the intimacy of my being, While the soft caress, Of your ample fingertips, Steal the integrity of my heart Picture poem: Picture poem is a poem written from the visual aspect  of looking at a required image... 1Manview © 1999 – 2014

Surrender is my body, Ravish me as you please Use me Squeeze me Tempt me Tease me Taste me Taste my moist offering, Taste my moist essence of pink, Sip in it deep, Until my knees goes weak, Suckle on the curvature of my derriere, Tantalize my body with satisfying surreal sensation, With quick licks of your tongue sweeping motions Spank me, Bend me over your knee and make my behind blush, Whip, crack, smack, your hand hard on the roundness of my butt While my lungs, audibly pretend to fuss S

Envision... You and I In a dark room full of flickering candles Soft romantic music reaching from the darkest corner of the room Envision.... lips Fingertips Tenderly touching private places only we dare to touch Envision... What comes next after this Envision.... 1Manview © 11-26– 2016