Most Perfect Moment I murmur & whisper quietly to you…our naked bodies touching…about the most perfect moment, in the most perfect place, on the most perfect day.
A sensual & intimate prose poem in which I describe how I use soft restraints to help you submit to my worshipful pleasuring of you. I tell you how you feel as I enter you & our bodies dance in sweet convulsions.
One honorific mention of 'Daddy'
A slow and sensual description of all the ways I'm touching you and how good your special place feels. This is an intimate, direct to listener audio with lots of groans, whispers and a deep voice...all in an English accent
I need to taste your sweetness, smell your most private perfume, & lick the ambrosia that trickles from you. An reverie on how my body & soul yearns for you [Affectionate
An Erotic Appreciation of You
My soft, low voice worshipfully tells you how your touch makes my senses sing.
I tell you how I love the way you cry out in pleasure & how that produces the sweetest response as you leak small tears of desire for my touch.
Finally, I describe the different ways I would attend to your softest, most sensitive spot.
I try to speak sensually & intimately, & there are a few small moans, sighs & a brief few kisses.
English Accent
English Accent]
I've had some requests to hear my voice...so here I am!
We sit across from each other in the same meeting room where, not too long before, the smell of our sex was heavy in the air...& your juices stained the walnut conference desk as your legs drew me deep into you.
When You Stroke Me A brief poetic meditation on the power of your touch Brief 3:46
A poetic improvisation of the feel of your touch
MDom: How much do you need me? Does your body burn for me? Is your throat parched…desperate to taste my essence? Does your labia quiver in anticipation? Do your nipples ache? Show me your need…& maybe I will grant you my grace
Erotic Poem 6:30
We are two geographies
The ridges of one…nestling in the furrows of the otherThe lush groves of your passion…fertile…and playful
Shaded by the contours…of my strength
The quivering tower…of my imperative
The force…steadfast…unbowed…enduring…
That cannot be denied
The Trappings of the Quotidian A brief & poetic musing on the need we all feel for sensual release from the humdrum nature of everyday life Brief 3:00