MindyZuker

At first I just listened, but your voice got the better of me and I felt a slight burn where you know. I want you to touch yourself, you ordered me. I'm a docile girl, I took care of the effervescence that throbbed in the epicenter of desire. I started slow, but I soon wanted more, and more, and more... and I kept getting stimulated, and I got into the depths of your fantasy and it was amazing, I swear, I ended up with a sore throat..

In bed, being bad is always a good thing.

And if you see me biting my lips, it's precisely to avoid ending up ripping yours off..

We will give ourselves indiscriminately to everything our passions suggest and we will always be happy. Conscience is not the voice of nature, but only the voice of prejudice.…

Orgasm is the great eater of words. It only allows moaning, howling, the subhuman expression, but not the word.

In the embrace of the night, our bodies meet as two intertwined constellations. Your whispers are verses that awaken my senses, and in the dance of our skins, the entire universe seems to converge in a single beat..

In every touch of your hand, I discover the secret alphabet of pleasure. Your skin, a soft parchment where my lips trace fiery poems that tell the story of our forbidden passion.

Between sheets that hold the warmth of our caresses, you become the landscape of my deepest desire. Every kiss is a verse that is etched into the memory of my senses, and every moan is a poem that declares love in its most intimate form..

In the gloom of this room, desire becomes a language only we understand. Your eyes are metaphors of passion, and touch is the grammar that guides our bodies in this endless poem..

The scent of your skin is the most intoxicating perfume, a fragrance that plunges me into a sea of longings and sighs. Every whisper of yours is a stanza that echoes in my being, unleashing storms of desire..

In the ebb and flow of each caress, a story is written that only we know. Our bodies are verses interwoven in a poem that extends beyond time, an ode to pleasure that dances to the tune of our passion..

Your gaze is a wordless poem, an eternal verse that captivates and plunges me into an ocean of sensations. Every sigh is a stanza, and our love is the perfect metric that flows through every encounter..

In the bare skin hides the essence of our deepest connection. The secrets of lust are revealed in every contact, and our bodies are manuscripts that tell the story of a love that burns with intensity. Between breathy moans and syncopated gasps, our souls understand each other in the silence that precedes each kiss. We are living poetry, verses that are written with the passionate cadence of our movements.

In the harmony of our movements, a symphony of pleasure is created. Your skin is the canvas where I draw my most passionate verses, while your lips recite melodies that ignite the flame of our love..

Every corner of your body is a verse I recite with devotion, exploring the geography of your innermost desires. Our union is a poem written on the skin, an ode to the ecstasy that envelops us..

Your sighs are sonnets that resonate in the air, filling the room with the sweet music of our delivery. We are poetry in motion, bodies that intertwine in an ethereal dance of passion and longing..

In the ecstasy of our union, time stands still and we plunge into a parallel universe where only you and I exist. Each caress is a verse that is etched into the memory of our senses, a poem that will endure beyond the seasons..

In the silence of the night, our bodies become the parchment where we write the story of an insatiable love. Your hands, the pen that draws lines of fire on my skin, while my lips are the verses that recite the anthem of our passion.

The cadence of our movements is a melody that lifts our senses to an indescribable ecstasy. We are poetry in motion, verses that weave into an endless dance, where desire is the muse that guides us..

Under the stars of the night, our bodies become constellations of desire. Every kiss is a heavenly verse that marks our destiny, and every caress is a verse that brings us closer to ecstasy..

In the pitch-black of the room, your whispers are metaphors that awaken my wildest instincts. Our love is a poem of unbridled passion, a story written with moans and sealed with passionate hugs..

Each encounter is a new chapter in the book of our erotic history, a tale of sensations that are intertwined in a torrent of emotions. We are living poetry, verses written with the quickened pulse of desire.

Your eyes are strophes that tell stories of passion and longing, inviting me to plunge into a sea of sensations. Our bodies are interwoven paragraphs, drawing a love story with the burning ink of lust..

In the eternal dance of our union, every movement is a verse that declares love in its purest form. We are poetry in motion, writing a poem that will endure beyond time, an eternal ode to the power of desire..

The fantasy of being tied up

When they finished making love, she always told her husband that she wanted to try something new.. I was telling her about her fantasies, doing it in a motel, being tied up, being whipped, having her body used, being filmed and all sorts of things, feeling like the biggest whore of them all.. He got excited listening to his wife and made love to her several more times.. One day he decided to make those wishes come true, he put some ropes in his car and in the afternoon when he came home from work he asked her to accompany him to do something. She got in the car and noticed something was weird when he took a detour to the other side of town, asked where they were going and he just said, "It's a surprise.". They got to a motel on the side of the road, a place for truckers and cheap hookers, just like she wanted, if she was gonna feel dirty she had to be in a place like this.. He took a bag from the back seat and went into a room. As soon as she walked in, he grabbed her by the neck and pushed her to the bed, took off her pants and started groping her.. He took the strings out of the bag and made her put on four to tie her in that position.. "I'm enjoying this surprise", she said, to which he replied, "Behave yourself and I promise you'll enjoy it.". He tied her tight, tail up, she couldn't move, started sticking her fingers in her vagina and trembling, asking for more.. Then he started spanking her, then she realized that she was subject to whatever he wanted, because even yelling he would not stop giving her. She was shaking, adrenaline was rising, pleasure was rising. I was being treated like the whore I always dreamed I'd be.. He stopped for a moment and she couldn't see what was going on behind him.. He was taking off his clothes and then running the tip of his penis up and down between his vaginal lips.. ""Please", she begged, "what do you want?" He asked her, finding her hair, "Take me, put it in". If he doubts he buried his thick cock in the damp of his beloved. She cried with pleasure, feeling her vagina filling up.. He grabbed her waist and kept penetrating her, each push pushing her closer to her limit, her breathing quickened and he didn't stop seeing her having numerous orgasms one after another. He let go of the ropes only to flip her over and tie her back upside down, with her legs spread open, showing off his wet, puffy, red sex. He pulls his face close, licks all the juices that are leaking and with them moisten the clitoris that is about to suck. She arched her back, can't do anything else, while he savored her crotch. He stands up and admires how beautiful his wife looks.. Without saying a word he penetrates her again, this time it's him who gets carried away. Her waist movements reflect the pleasure of being inside her.. She keeps on and on, she groans uncontrollably, slowing down, but increasing in strength, one push after another, all the way to the bottom, until she can't take it anymore and quickly moves to the other side of the bed.. She opens her mouth and gets that penis about to explode.. He moves back and forth and she presses her lips, he growls, shakes, it only takes a few seconds and he arrives. Strong jets of semen flood her mouth, she swallows what she can and the rest falls down her cheeks as he unties her. At the end she was satisfied and happy because her husband had just shown her that she had chosen the right man to spend her life with..

In the clock of time, our moments are intertwined, like two souls dancing, eternity embracing. Every look, a chapter in the book of passion, where love writes with the ink of devotion. In the symphony of our beats, the universe is silent, and love resonates like a melody that never fades. Shared moments, like stars in the night sky, paint an eternal canvas, our love, pure and deep.

In the corner of the soul, where silence speaks, self-love is born, flame that does not go out. Amid shadows and lights, he discovers his essence, a powerful echo, a firm presence.. Don't expect the world to give you what you deserve, plant in your garden the flowers you deserve. Raise your esteem like the sun at dawn, shining brightly, without perishing. In the mirror of life, reflect your worth, like an eternal poem that the wind does not divert. Love the masterpiece that you are yourself, a perfect canvas, a universe without abyss. Don't look for what's inside you in others, self-love is the purest splendor. Love yourself passionately, like the flower in spring, you'll find you're your own flag. In the dance of time, in the symphony of being, discover that loving yourself is being reborn.. Raise your wings, fly high and fearless, because in self-love, you find your best glow.

In the secret garden of your being blossoms, a self-love that the soul trembles. Like a radiant sun in the inner sky, it illuminates your being with an eternal brilliance. Don't look outside for what's already inside you, the divine spark that resides in your essence.. You're a poem that writes itself, a constant verse in the book of selfishness. Dare to love yourself intensely, as the ocean embraces the vastness. In every scar, find your beauty, because in self-love lies strength. Don't let the shadow extinguish your light, be the beacon that guides, the calm that seduces. In the dance of life, be your best partner, because self-love is the most faithful counselor. Lift up your words, let them be bridges of love, building a path to your own ardor. In the echo of your laughter, discover the melody, because loving yourself is the greatest poetry.

In the echo of your thoughts, find the song, where self-love is the sweet inspiration. Don't look outside for what lies within, discover in your own embraces the greatest flower. Like a rising sun, your worth shines, in the universe of your being, you are poetry. The pages of time are written with self-love, an eternal chapter, a treasure without reciprocity.. Love your shadows as much as your lights, in the embrace of acceptance, you will find crosses. You're the story you tell with every beat, a complete poem, an infinite being.. Don't be afraid to be the hero of your own plot, in the mirror of your soul, find your flame. Raise your dreams like kites in the wind, because in self-love, you find the foundation. Let your self-love be a beacon in the storm, a guiding light, a fermenting force. In the dance of life, be your best partner, because in loving yourself, the harvest blooms.

In the mirror of my soul, I truly reflect, love myself, my highest loyalty. In the inner garden, self-love blooms, an eternal flower, sublime radiance.