The Frame

June 23rd, 2008 by Lyndee

 

I kiss you each night

My hot breath and burning  lips

Fogging up the frame.

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Getting In Touch With Myself

April 12th, 2008 by Lyndee

I woke up drenched this morning, the same way I went to sleep last night. I dreamt of you touching me during the night; spooning, feeling your rock hard cock pressed against me. I felt your hands navigating around my body; the brushes, the strokes, the tugging, the pulling and the outlines. Your fingertips sailed across and up and down my skin like a wreckless vessel. My eyes were closed, as I felt the warmth of your breath on my neck, the occasional lick of my shoulder, and kisses on my upper back that trailed to eternity.

I lay still… imagining you. I felt your fingertips rub back and forth, and up and down my lips… your strong arms enveloping my body. The wicked twists and turns of your hands as they moved toward and between my inner thighs. So gentle, yet so firm. Your fingers began to spread my lips, as I could feel your precum dripping down the crack of my ass. You began to rub me, probe me, drawing pictures around my clit. I had to guess what you were drawing…

As you slid down my slippery cunt, I felt your fingers begin to thrust inside of me. In and out, deeper with each thrust. My hips moving back and forth to the rhythm of your fingers. Your cock firm against my ass. A finger rubbing my clit, while three others fucked me. Feeling my wetness, all too familiar… my cunt tightening around your fingers as it always does right before I cum. Grabbing you and pulling your fingers in deeper… my knees creeping towards my chest. The pounding of your fingers in my dripping cunt… as my body begins to tingle that all too familiar tingle… and, with one loud and continuous moan, I am drenched, again…. by merely the thought of you….

I love getting in touch with myself…. with thoughts of you.

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“Head” Games

February 14th, 2008 by Lyndee

Manipulation

Another way of saying

Fuck me ’til I give.

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Intoxicated

January 27th, 2008 by Lyndee

The texture of your hair
Enticing my fingers
As I stroke your locks
Intoxicates me.

The depth of your eyes
Speaking to my soul
As I gaze, intrigued
Intoxicates me.

The subtle roughness of your skin
My tongue exploring aimlessly
As I probe every pore
Intoxicates me.

Your hands with such intensity
Reaching for mine
As we engage
Intoxicates me.

Your voice, so soft, commanding
A sensual trance
As I listen
Intoxicates me.

The thrust of your hips
Rhythmic and powerful
As you fuck my cunt
Intoxicates me.

Your cock, or is it mine
Hard and thick
Filling my mouth
Intoxicates me.

Your cum
Intoxicates me.

Please, feed me more.
Intoxication
Never felt
So fucking good.

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Word has it…

December 6th, 2007 by Lyndee

Santa has been running his mouth about me on the World Wide Web recently.  Well, this is my rebuttal.

Dear Santa:

Thank you for blowing the whistle on me.  Or, did I blow your whistle?  And, I also wanted to thank you for spreading the word that, yes, I am a very naughty girl.  You see, while you were spreading the word, I was spreading your ass cheeks and giving you a nice little toy soldier of your own.  Ahhh, you said you liked it but, now you deny it?  Like anyone is going to believe you?  You’re the guy that promises all little boys and girls things that you cannot deliver!  At least I do what I say I am going to do… and more.

Oh, and before I forget, thanks for stuffing my stocking last year…  One request, however.  Could  you pack it like you really mean it this year?  I mean, really.  Skimping on the content is not conducive to getting into my good graces, or spaces!  As I am sure you do for Mrs. Claus, PLEASE, fill ‘er up this time!

Now, pay very close attention, please.  These are a few of my favorite things, and I would greatly appreciate your cooperation and delivering of the below…

A new headset would be really nice, Santa!  No, you pervert, not a mushroom or helmet.  I said a headset!  My neck is killing me and I am tired of spending money on massages!  Back to the head (set) … dream on, fucker!

More panties for all of my little panty boys.  Yes, I know you wear them, too!!  Hysterical… I knew it the whole time!  Anyone that works just one day a year and hides from the general population the rest of the year… yep, definitely a panty sniffer.  I mean, panty whore!  Why else are you hiding?

I really want a strap on!  HaHa, I knew you’d like this one!  Get a damn hearing aid, Santa.  I said, STRAP ON, not a CLAP ON!  I am perfectly capable of turning lights on and off… I really want to give it to some little submissive bitch right up his little pussy though.  I know, I know… you’re first in line!  Make it a big one… or, you will pay, this I promise!

I will be finishing my list within a day or two, so please stop back by… but, before I go…

Oh never mind, you never listen.  Like with most men, it is all about the glisten!!  Dammit, I meant Blitzen.  And, Vixen… And, Prancer… And, Dasher…  And, Rudolph; admittedly my favorite!  A tiny little reindeer with a red blinking nose… hmmm… tell the truth about that blinking red nose, Santa!  On second thought, don’t!

Sincerely,

Lyndee

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The Crescendo

December 5th, 2007 by Lyndee

Sitting comfortably
On my bed
Exploring the depths
Of

My fingertips dance
Like fire
Stroking the flames
Of

The juices flow
Resembling a waterfall
Against the walls
Of

Fingers inserted deep
Mimicking a cock
Making their home inside
Of

Rythmic rises and plunges
Like an orchestra
Of musicians in the pit
Of

Breathless moans
Through my dry lips
As the sweet,sweet nectar
Of

My cunt rejoices!
 

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These Lips

November 12th, 2007 by Lyndee

Your fingertip
Traces my lips
Back and forth
Stroking me.

Probing my hole
In and out
Until I am wet
With desire.

Your tongue
Sliding gently
Between parting flesh
I invite you in.

Gripping you
Sucking you
Pulling you deeper
Orally.

Tasting our juices
Savoring each.
What the fuck?

Kiss me.

Harder, and
Deeper.

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