The rebirth

I wake early
The remnants of night
Still clinging to what little time it has left.

The moon and stars
Shrouded by a hanging fog
Invisible to my sight and yet I knew them to be there.

I wait now
As night is vanguished
And the light of a new day rises upon the horizon

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Angel of Night

I dreamed of you again last night
You seem to come to me now more than ever
I felt the embrace of your loving arms
Your sweet tender kiss upon my cheek
And yet you made no move
Save to hold close to your heaving bosom

You hushed me back to sleep
Your fingers running through my hair
But I could feel your tears of sorrow
As they landed upon my skin
And I know you hate for me to see you
So I closed my eyes and held you tight

When I awoke I knew you’d be gone
As you’ve done so many times
I also know you cannot stay
As you’re needed somewhere else
But you’ll return when I need you most
My Angel of the Night

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Inappropriate Thoughts NSFW +18

“Oh wow! I wonder what she looks like naked.”

It was a thought that crossed my mind on many occasion, and normally I’d whip out my cock and play with it until the desired effect had been reached. But she was standing right in front of me. Not exactly the right place or time, add to the fact she was probably used to much bigger and better.

“You seem distracted,” she said. “Is there something on your mind?”

I couldn’t tell her that I wanted my head between her legs sucking the lips of her vagina, and my tongue lapping up the cum dribbling from her. I couldn’t express that I want to suck on her huge nipples and squeeze her perfectly formed breasts whilst my cock fucked her soaking wet pussy. How could I explain that I wanted to fuck her ass whilst her tits swayed beneath her.

All I could muster through my smut ridden mind was,

“No, I’m fine thanks!”

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Brief Encounter NSFW +18

The late night heat was tempered by a slight breeze wafting through the chiffon drapes and open window. She lay on the bed, naked for her own comfort, on her stomach reading. Was it perverse that I stood outside staring, mildly aroused by the curvature of her bottom and the definition of her legs?

What possessed me to climb through that window so stealthily I’ll never know, but there I was stood at the foot of her bed. Placing both my hands on her calves, I began to massage them intently. She gaze a quick glance back with a smile and returned to her reading.

Had she known I was outside? Heard me come in? Was she expecting me? I continued to rub her legs, slowly getting higher as much as I dared. My fingers slipped between her thigh, rubbing deeply into her muscles, occasionally flicking across her now wettening pussy. She groaned but continued to read.

I changed position, coming to stand beside her. I focused my attention on her shoulders and back. Trailing my fingers down her spine I worked the small of her back and the cheeks of her arse. Occasionally I’d run my finger down her side touching her breasts.

She rolled over and said nothing. Still reading her book, she just smiled. It was an invitation to massage fully her breasts and squeeze her nipples. She clearly wasn’t reading as she’d been on the same page for ages.

Just then a noise outside the room startled her. I made my leave as quickly and quietly as I entered, turning back to see her mum enter her room as she covered herself in a silk sheet from off the bed.

I returned the following night, but the window was closed fast and curtains drawn. No sign of that amazing delectable body.

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