Clear, Sunny Days & Urban, Drizzly Nights

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My World shining so bright.

Her soul such a delight,

A glimpse to the future;

Twinkling stars at night

On Her holy body,

beautiful stones show.

Like wildflowers,

Glimmering gems grow.

A body so divine,

Always in my mind.

Eating her bread, and

Drinking her wine

To a belated anniversary,

And for the next year to clear;

Sailing the heavens with You

Searching wide, far, and near.

xx

I love being with You more,

Each and Every year.

[soulaana-delrey]

God forbid a girl wants to get fucked like a slut

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A little reward between assignments. Hope my professor could see how needy I was in class

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I'm not wearing any panties, is that a problem?

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How about a little throw back a beautiful morning ;)

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I can't stop thinking about riding you until you scream

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What if cumming in class is the only way I cum for the rest of time? It's been so hard to keep my cool in class...

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"I didn’t even have to finger myself to cum at the sound of you.”

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I hope that the ripped tights send the right message ;)

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A cup of coffee to start the day!

And another angle for those who are interested ;)

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A business casual kinda look

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Surprises

After finishing dishes, I want to spin you around and get lost in your eyes. I want to take you to bed, holding you, carrying you, kissing you along the way, before gently kissing down the side of your neck and laying you on the bed.

After playing with the buttons on your shirt for longer than I hope you kept count of, you begin to feel them jump off your body, with what feels like the same excitement that you have for how the rest of the night is going to go It’s date night. You know I have something planned, but you don’t know what. You like surprises, right? I continue stripping you, tracing my lips around your body with faintly whispered kisses. Following where your body leads me.

You feel me fumble near the bedside for a phone, before soft music is played on the speaker. Good thing you got the lights on the way in ;) After I finish unwrapping you, enjoying every moment of doing so, I want to lay you on the bed.

I then want to stand above you, studying you, framing you, appreciating you. You can't quite figure out what’s on my mind yet…

I realize what I’m missing and run off, just for a second, to come back and kneel next to you. Smiling, I show you that I just grabbed some massage oil

I tell you to stay how you are as you watch me pour a small sample from the bottle on my hands and rub them together, knowing how good they feel on your body, realizing it’ll take everything in you not to be begging for them later if you don’t feel them soon.

With the bottle I stand up, towering above you now. I raise my arms out in front of me, inverting the bottle as I do so.

I catch your surprised look, and quickly respond with “don’t worry, it’s not cold”

You only have a moment to notice my arms tensing, before realizing that the oil is flowing It touches you with a surprise; it’s delicately warm

You have but just a second or two to appreciate its warmth - its comfort - before you notice it pooling, just for a moment before the flow departs.

You miss it before it’s even gone, looking up to see where it’s going only to catch it leaving what looked to be a golden licorice-sized trail for you to follow as it moves across your body At the start of your lust-induced investigation, there seems to be no pattern, no rhyme or reason, as to where the oil goes.

You first thought you felt like a dessert strawberry, getting a warm chocolate drizzle.

But eventually a thought eclipses your mind that makes butterflies lift you by your stomach as a grin grows across your face.

I am painting on you.

You are my canvas, I, the artist. As far as us, well that’s the masterpiece baby ;) I want to paint your body with oil, tracing your curves Letting the shine from the oil decorate your temple.

You pause a moment, wondering if this is actually happening. You manage to get a question out, “what are you doing?”

I tell you “I’m figuring out what I want you to wear for the rest of our date”

I continue tracing lines that you later find out are to identify where I want to caress your body with tape. Choosing what parts of you I do and don’t want to cover up After carefully studying the different patterns adorning your body, I come back down to your level. First to my knees, continuing to straddle your hips, before leaning forward and whispering in your ear “time for your massage”

At this moment you feel my hands crawling up the curves of your body, sliding across so smoothly with the help of the oils.

They continue across your figure, falling and rising as you do, my hand like a sail riding across a gentle sea

I’m careful to focus my attention only where the oil has found itself: your arms, thighs, stomach, and breasts

You had barely even noticed that some oil was deposited across your chest before my hands took hold of your firm mounds. A gentle embrace, enough of a squeeze for you to know I am there, and for you to know how much I appreciate your body.

I continue rubbing the rest of the oil into your skin, removing the appearance that there was ever anything there in the first place. But you and I both know that’s an entirely different story.

I stand, commanding you to stay put, as I walk away again, leaving you to ponder for the next few moments of what I could be up to now.

After hearing some rummaging, I return, smile on face and tape in hand.

I place my body in yours, looking into your eyes. “Ready?”

You nod, giving me permission to clothe you with tape. Not knowing, but also knowing exactly, how I plan to wrap you up.

I place the tape on your curves, following them like a country road home. Knowing every twist, turn, dip and bump. Tracing your silhouette so accurately you feel no inconsistencies of my hand on your body. The same pressure, the same speed. Almost as if it were my own body

I continue covering your body, but not too much of it. Never too much of it.

Both nipples are covered with pieces that start by arching over your shoulder and plunging across your torso to the opposite side of your waist.

These wrap around your backside, almost hugging your ass cheeks before meeting with the other line of tape, coming together and covering both of your holes, finishing with the ends just past the hood of your clit, reaching upwards

At this point I stand you up, offering a hand to help you off the bed and allowing you to get comfortable in your new attire. I walk you over to the closet where we continue our game of dress-up I inform you that the plans for the evening are more sophisticated in fashion, so we start looking at your dresses and comfortable heels.

It doesn’t take long for us to decide which dress is the one for tonight - the black (shocker), tight, spandex dress with sleeves. And of course no underwear. The only additional accessories to complement your necklace only show themselves once we leave your apartment and you feel the winter air creep across your body, your nipples immediately becoming erect and showing faintly, even through the tape. You’re just glad it’s a relatively warm night tonight

“Oh!” I exclaim before heading down the stairs, “we forgot one final thing”

I return inside for a moment, leaving you to savor the cool winter air

When the door opens, this time you don’t see a smile on my face. It’s been replaced with a look of determination. A look of ownership. I step out, closing the door behind me, not breaking eye contact. With one hand I slightly raise your dress in the front, just enough for my other hand to gently pull the tape from the top of your pussy back, exposing Her to the outside.

You noticed something in my hand when I first opened the door, but hadn’t had much attention to pay towards it. It’s only now you begin to realize what it was.

You feel my fingers start to tease your lips apart, checking to see how wet you are, before fully submerging them into your hole, spreading your wet around your lips and entire pussy.

It’s only then that your suspicions are confirmed: I grabbed your toy. You were right to think you saw it when I opened the door. It’s only at this moment you realize that this night wouldn’t have gone how you truly wanted it to without your toy.

I tell you “Hold onto that for me”, before leaning in for a kiss, pulling away with your bottom lip softly between mine.

With one kiss, you’ve forgotten that your dress was raised, pussy out.

But worry not, I’m happy to take care of you after all, to watch out for you. I lean down before gliding my hand between your legs, finding the place the tape was still attaching, and sliding my hand up, covering Her once again. I leave you to do what you please with your dress at this point, you know I love the creative liberties you take with your clothing.

Regardless, you find me racing down each flight of stairs, only to turn around and appreciate the beauty that follows.

We walk to the car, hand in hand, before arriving on the passenger side. With a loving tap on your backside, I wait by the door as you get seated, making sure to close the door when you’ve become comfortable

You watch as I walk in front of the car, my lower half lit up by the car's lights. I opened my door and as quick as I sat down you found my hand resting on your thigh.

I look over to say, “we’re going to do some shopping, if that’s okay”

You excitedly nod your head, loosely biting your lip, not even knowing that you’re doing it.

Starting the car, I play some music quietly, so that we can continue to talk over it. My hand finds its way back to your thigh, and I tell you “I want you to have your toy on and connected by the time we reach our destination.”

As if I heard you thinking it in your head, I add “you have a few minutes.”

You fumble a bit with the toy and our phones, while talking about your day to me, occasionally pausing to enjoy the sensation of my hand rubbing your bare thigh.

Of course, you manage to get everything working in time, just as we pull into the Bridge Street Mall. I take my time to find a nice parking spot in our usual corner.

I take my phone from you, while telling you “this is where the fun begins”

I meet you in front of the car, one hand outstretched, the other clasping my phone. We only get a few steps in before you feel the vibrations build.

A small moan escapes your lips, just enough for me to hear being right next to you.

I leave it on its low setting for now, and we continue walking when you realize we’re heading for one of our favorites; Barnes and Noble.

My intentions are now much more clear, I wish to tease you while you peruse the novels. With the whole store at your disposal, you can get lost in any fantasy you so desire here.

“Uh-oh,” you hear me say, “it’s looking like it’s quite busy inside. Hopefully that’s not a problem for you”

You turn to meet my eyes, no longer focused on the people we can see through the windows, and catch a smirk on my face. Your face soon reflects mine, with an equally excited expression growing on your face as we approach the store, with the smallest hint of a buzz fluttering through the air

Walking in, you find yourself submerged in the warmth of the room, only then realizing how hard your nipples had gotten while briefly outside.

You feel them press against the tape under your dress, the same as you feel the slick between your legs having nowhere to go. This gets you worked up even more.

It’s not long before I remind you that I have your toy all but in my hands. I slowly increase its strength. Nothing too overwhelming, but just enough that you feel your body impulsively tense up. But just for a moment.

I quickly lower the setting back to where it was when we approached. With you at a much more manageable tempo, I tell you to lead, to start checking out some books, and not to worry. I’ll be with you the whole time.

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Mountains

I miss feeling the snakes and winds of your body.

I miss the feel, Stroking up your back like a road through a mountain, Then back down.

Your body, feeling like a river’s curves down the side of the mountain

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You & the Clouds - Something of a Poem

While driving back from the rocket launch in Colorado, you pointed out some clouds, expressing that they were your favorite types of clouds.

Cumulonimbus

All I could say in response was “you remind me of those types of clouds,” but I never did elaborate, did I?

What I couldn’t say at the moment is that the clouds you pointed at are the type of clouds you see drawn on walls of a millions households by children, whose days are filled with wonder. That those clouds, framing the setting sun, are to the earth what a warm blanket is to a snowy night. What I couldn’t say is that those clouds you pointed at are the clouds I envision when I think of home.

They drift across the sky in a manner to suggest that they were always there, basking in the sun’s warmth, happy to exist for a moment where you, I, Mayo, the Sun, the Earth all exist at a time where anxiety, frustration, excitement, distress dissipated for long enough that everything is in a moment of content.

And, in that way, the clouds remind me of you.

When we are together, I am the child filled with wonder, scribbling on the walls with wonder and delight.

You are the blanket wrapped around my person on a cold, snowy night. Your arms secure around my person, your body pressed against mine. Your breath is quiet, warm indicating that you are as content as I, willing to wait out a storm.

You, like the clouds, have been there, showing me what it was like to enjoy life as it comes. Find the small amount of good in the sea of bad. You showed me what it was like to be content in a day, an hour, a moment.

You and those clouds are one in the same, both beautiful in a way one can only write and draw about, wonderful in a way one can only think about, and you are both comfortable in a manner one can only associate to home.