myredbike:

I know I carry on sometimes. Play the tough guy. Tell you how hard and rough I want to take you. And I do. I get a thrill out of doing that. I know you do, too. I guess that must just be the prehistoric or the animal part of human nature. We both need to feel it now and then to satisfy a particular type of urge.

All that is just a way of dressing things up. Making sure that boredom and complacency don’t set it. We need to be kept on our toes, make that part of our lives different and exciting.

Cutting through all that, taking away all the covers and layers and all the things we do to keep ourselves entertainingly satisfied, and all I want is just to be with you. That’s all I’ve ever really wanted. It’s simple, isn’t it?

thenerdyflirt:

I like your long bottom *dies*

(via tales-of-a-big-sexy-liberation)

myredbike:

Watching your face while you let all the pleasure flow through your body is a glorious sight. I know that you’re sometimes conscious of me observing you. It can make you hold back somewhat. I try not to let that happen. It inhibits you from fully letting your mind follow your body.

But when you are in the mood, when all you want to do is prolong the ecstasy washing over you, my god, you’re a sight like no other in this world. Your tongue snakes around your mouth and across your lips. You bite your lips, gently then aggressively from one second to the next. Your eyes flicker and it seems as if you’re staring at something in another world at times.

I could look at your face forever when you’re experiencing this most primal of pleasures. But then you stop me watching by making me bring your pleasure to its ultimate conclusion. But I’m not complaining. I couldn’t imagine not being there when your face goes through its transformations and finally to its blissful high.

myredbike:

What kind of moans and pleas are these? I can’t tell from the noises you’re making. Do you want me to stop or do you want me to go harder? Your head is going to break that door frame, so maybe I should slow down.

You don’t want me to slow down? Well, well. Now I know what kind of groans these are. What this breathless cursing really means. You’re not getting it hard enough yet. You want to get used more. You want to drip more. You want to curse me more.

I was hoping that’s what you wanted. Let’s take this to another level. We didn’t really need this door anyway…

(Source: foryourhornyneeds)

myredbike:

Falling back onto the bed exhausted, sweat and juices running off my body I watch her slowly get up and walk across the room. She just wore me out, completely drained my body of any energy or fluids. She’s like a mirage in my current state. It seems as if she is floating in slow motion through the air. I think my body hasn’t managed to send enough oxygen to my brain yet.

I’m a wreck. Breathing hard. Weak legs. Sore cock. Yet here I am watching her hips sway, her hair flow over her shoulders and all I can think about is wanting more of that body. Right now. Wasted, bloodied or bruised. It doesn’t matter. I want her so badly. I tell my brain to shut up and my body to start moving after her.

The things she does to me. It’s hard to describe. I try, but whichever way I twist the words I can’t really explain it. She’s in my head. And she has taken over my body. There’s no chance I’ll ever let her out again.

(Source: sexandpsyche)

fappingtoporn:

Unf

(Source: melissassecret, via fappingtoporn)

exoticapeach:

I want to try this position sooo bad..

(via thatscrazysexy)

nymphoninjas:

and i’ll do it again if i want to

(via thatscrazysexy)