*This piece contains mature subject matter.* When I’m in the bath everything outside of it ceases to be a concern. I’m selfish in this space, unabashedly so. Bath time is like good sex, I take my time and I am thorough. Better still, great sex where I am both refreshed and deeply satisfied. However, bath…
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Desk (an erotic short)
*This piece contains mature subject matter.* Heaven. This, my heaven. “Harder!” I yell with abandon. I need more heaven. My will is high as you bend me low over your desk, taking me from behind. My already pink ass made brighter as you occasionally, firmly smack my backside. My palms lay planted on the wood…
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Batteries (an erotic short)
I use a battery operated device in your absence. I wasn’t too fancy whilst naming my favorite toy; simply, Dick. My globally conscious mind insists upon a rechargeable upgrade. Why should the planet be made to suffer my endless parade of batteries, all in the name of masturbation? But Dick reminds me of you: strong,…
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*material contains mature (sexual) content* swollen, wet ridgesclench down, tighten around your cockthrusts obliterate me, yet I remain determinednot an inch of you will escapeuntil I’m satisfiedonly then I will relinquishyour precious, pulsing member Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee.com [I’ve been tinkering with a few pieces over my break and decided to drop a few before coming…
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purple (an erotic short)
Crumpled sheets. Somewhere a midst that twisted chaos is my purple negligee. You had run your hands down the fabric, pressing the clothing in and around my hips long enough to define the outline of my sex. Like that negligee your hands are smooth, fluid; coaxing it, coaxing me. The flimsy thing all but melted…
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nipples (an erotic short)
My nipples tighten and swell. Darling I beg you, relieve the pressure. Gently pull a peak through parted lips and work my flesh. Then the other. And back again. So on. I choke on my own gasps, taken aback by the simple, rippling pleasures. Panties intact and chaffing. My clit throbs in disbelief and envy…
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tick (a poem)
a tick in the back of my brainwhy did things turn out this wayi don’t know, sometimes they just dosometimes it’s just not up to me, to you the wonder of it all resumes Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee.com
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Prism (a haiku)
focus or distortprism, memories of truthsor colorful lies Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee.com
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