Midnight Madness ~ Gothic Erotica
~Midnight Madness~
Lady Ravn lies atop her velvet duvet;
Sir Michael kneels betwixt her thighs,
pleasuring her vulvular folds...
she smiles seductively
and reaches down to lovingly stroke his brow.
His very expert tongue snakes its way into
her sopping wet honey pot...
she reaches lower
and dips her talons into her moistened
and tongue filled snatch of fire
and coats her digits with her own creamy essence.
She brings her fingers to her lips
and tastes of her nectar;
ye are watching as she partakes of her creamy dribble...
this fuels your passion.
You relentlessly drive your tongue deeper
into her quivering flesh,
searching for her cervical entrance...
stabbing to and fro,
in and out...
teasing that little os with each sweep of thy tongue...
Ravn is,
by this time,
thrashing about,
her hair is in wild dissaray;
she cries out her mounting passion...
"ohhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeees…
do not stop…
my fine cunnlinguistic artiste!
Merci, gawd I beg merci of thee!"
She scrunches up her red satin sheets as she feels
le petite morte split her womb into diaphanous
folds of trembling flesh...
Spasm after spasm rocks her form,
as ye slurp merrily away at her innermost nectar...
Her vulvular muscles squeeeeeeeeze thy tongue,
trapping it deep inside...
She rises her hips as your talons dig into her flesh,
holding her fast to thy lips.
With one more involuntary jerk of her moistened
flesh...she collapses to her satiny cushions,
gasping for air,
and ye see a bright pink flush rise across her lush breasts,
to reach her throat...
"MMMMMMMmmmmmm,
(she licks at her lips that she has bitten in her erotic frensy)
Myyyyyyyyyyy, lover,
thy tongue rivals even that of the desert lizards,
morphing in their rutting season!!!!"
Ravn giggles as she watches you rise,
and drape thy flesh across her bed~
upon thy back ye are,
with thy hardened meaty member
rising high in the air,
and dribbling a bit of pearly spittle...
She pauses to watch your cocksflesh...
noticing the blue veins bulging across thy
smooth shaft of lust.
She loves the way your enormous shaft of desire
waves merrily in the air,
trembling as she blows hot air slowly across thy
turgid frenulum...
She smiles,
you look half crazed in your need
and beg of her..
"Ravn, pleaseeeeeeeeeee...
taste of myne essence!
Wouldst ye suck me with that hot mouth of your? Pleaseeeeeeeeee
my little pet…”
She ponders this,
noticing your manhood in all its titillating glory,
well hung ye are,
as they cum by male flesh;
she {{{{SHIVERS}}}}
anticipating her prey with hungry eyes;
you watch her full scarlet lips lower to your thick cockshead.
She knows she will never squeeze all
your hot flesh into her small mouth...
but she is determined to try!!!
She positions herself betwixt thy hairy, muscled thighs,
and gently bends thy knees upright,
your feet are planted on the bed...
she parts your thighs...
slowly and deliberately...
as you are propped up on your elbows catching
each action,
waiting....
wanting...
thirsting…
Ye are dribbling profusely now,
The seepage of thine lust soaks the duvet well~
Ravn bends her head low,
slides her raven lockes to one side so you can better
view her heated actions...
and flicks her juicy tongue flesh across thy
mushroomed cockshead...
She parts that little slit…
thy luscious one-eyed jack winks at her in joy,
giving up a bit of pearly dribble!
She softly stabs her little forked tongue into
its velvety moistness,
and slides her forked tip into that slit of pearly
essence and snakes it downward~
deep into the length of thy shaft,
tickling...
and teasing thy inner flesh...
probing deeper still...
She finds the smaller tubes running deep and flicks those
tiny forked ends lightly over that highly sensitive
inner flesh...
She is rewarded with a creamy coated tongue...
Slowly she withdraws her wicked tool
wraps it around thy penile flesh...
and slides it up and down
over your heavily veined cock flesh.
She reaches across the bed,
as ye watch...
an eyebrow arched in question...
She returns to her action,
taking her procurred bottle of heated
essence of ginseng and squirts it liberally
across thy mons pubis,
smoothing it into thy nest of curls
and all surounding areas...
With a pleasant coolness,
and paradoxically stinging heat...
thy manhood rises to new heights!!!
She gazes in wonder at thy rising flesh...
lowers her lips to your massive knob,
and greedily begins sucking up and down,
the sides of thy enormous shaft.
She works more oil
with her fingers
into your arse crack,
as well thy penile root...
She deliberately,
and with great relish,
begins the dance of the merry digits...
Her fingers wind their way around thy thick root,
slide up to your mushroomed flesh,
back over thy one eyed jack slit...
to return to thy throbbing root of joy...
she pauses only to blow and suckle upon thy creamy
ooozing tool of might,
nibbling, licking, and thrusting her tongue to and fro...
whilst she massages thy heavy jewels
and shaft with her well oiled fingers.
She reaches low,
as ye watch with wide green eyes,
and slips an oiled digit into your puckered pink entrance,
whilst bending low to press her tongue into your
pad of flesh separating thy massive root and anus.
She massages with her tongue,
finding that little pea shaped area,
running parallel to thy gland if rich nerve endings...
then slips her finger in deeper,
stroking softly,
pressing lightly against that quarter sized flap of flesh,
the seat of man's fall~
You are moaning aloud thy lust...
"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawd Ravn....
DO ME MY WILD EYED VAMPPPPPP..."
She delves into your arse flesh,
slowly massaging that precious jewel,
whilst her other small hand massages
and cups thy tightening,
full to capacity jewels...
"MMMmmm mon coeur, ”
she thinks aloud...
”they hang so nicely betwixt thine thighs!"
Her lips form a vacuum seal upon thy burning rod of lust
and she sucks ravenously...
taking a moment to note your flushed flesh,
the hairs standing on end sprinkled upon thy flesh,
and thy heavy jewels rising high unto their sac of comfort.
She murmers against thy cock flesh...
"Give it up Michael...
cum unto myne lips...
squirt me...all over...
Mmmmmmmm…gawdddddddddd I want thee
my hot, gorgeous lover..."
Ye rise thine arse high;
her finger is still buried deep...
She massages thine gland of protestation...
Whilst her lips ravenously sate her thirst,
she suckles greedily upon thine shaft,
and bulging cockshead...
Ye give yourself up unto her flesh…
squirting thine pearly drops of life
all over her trembling flesh.
She ingests great gobs of liquid fire,
swallowing with great gusto...
then takes thine luscious manhood,
whilst ye are still shooting thine seed…
from betwixt her lips.
She aims your nectar toward her lush breasts,
ye coat her nipples and deep valley...
as well as her lips,
which ye have also coated well,
in thine opalescent nectar.
Watching this naughty action,
ye collapse upon the silken sheets,
roll thine green eyes skyward...
and mumble aloud…
"aaaaaaAAAAAAAAhhhHHHHHH,
Ravn, how ye pleased me...
my flesh is still trembling with heat of thee...
CUM UNTO ME MY BEAUTEOUS RAVN!"
I slide my heated flesh upwards unto thy waiting arms,
and settle in amongst thy crook of flesh,
custom formed for my head of raven locks,
and smile...
satiated yet still needing...
thee.
You dip thy head low,
capturing my throbbing vein of life betwixt thy fangs,
and with a sting of heat,
pierce my flesh,
drawing long and hard upon my life essence...
as I in turn,
tilt my neck downward,
seeking thine flesh...
above your right nipple...
I pierce thy flesh,
and draw deeply upon thine own life essence...
We feed ravenously upon each other's crimson nectar...
co-joining once more,
flesh pressed to flesh,
lips sealed over torn flesh..
drinking our fill,
carefull to not partake to excess..
We are drunk on each others essence...
Glutting our deep need for each unto the other,
We relentlessly…
experience over and over again
deep waves of orgasmic energy;
it tears at our inner sanctum of souless flesh.
The room spins merry by;
crimson and gold
prismatic light surrounds our heated flesh,
as we slowly,
and carefully withdraw our fangs,
lick lovingly upon our bleeding pierced flesh…
and watch in wonder as it instantly heals.
Our sweat moistened limbs
Are wrapped possessively
around each others flesh;
we sink into the silken cushions,
satiated at last
and fall into a deep sleep...
“Ahhhhhhhhh the hungerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...
’tis abated…for now!”
Lady Ravn and Sir Michael
snore softly,
their breathing coming unto the other,
in softening sighs....
of deepest pleasure,
even unto slumbers wake~
For thee I write…my treasured lover~
2003 R ? RV
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