Another Night

Alone again in a peaceful place, but not alone at all.The sensual feeling of a night at home, as the fading daylight falls.The fantasy world within my head makes the rising feeling grow.A consolidation of all the needs instills a conscious glow. My hand slides down my silken dress and strokes my çankaya escort hardened groin.The overwhelming feeling of the pleasure in my wanton loin.My breathing and my pulse become a rhythmic ethnic dance,I settle down for the task ahead as my heart beats make rus escort a stance. The fishnet stockings sparkle as the leg skin starts to sweat.The tingling sensation that makes my dreaming set.The panties slide on to the floor as my legs begin to part.Feeling for my man-made eryaman escort friend to make the loving start. I would never have imagined how wonderful it could feel,To make a creation that feels much like the real deal.My hand begins to stimulate that part of me that needs,A quickening pace illustrates this sensual desperate deed. Then the moment that has to be starts rising through my veins,The expelling sudden outburst starts dripping on my hands.I lick and take it all deep down and swallow what I made,My body now relaxes back and is grateful that I’m saved.