Wooden chair ... Erotic poetry

Empty room

Dark corner

Discarded 

The old wooden chair sat forgotten

Stepped around

Dusted around

For a decade, the old wooden chair silently sat in its corner

Lights low

 A chance, two people meet

A glance

A smile

An intimate hug

A breast caressed

 A neck Kissed

A deep lips embrace, fuel their inner fire

 Intimate encounter slowly convert into lust

Blouse unbuttoned

Shirt undone

Bra unclasped

Paints unzipped

Clothes disregarded on the hard wood floor

Bedroom too far for passion quest

Chair grabbed and put into chosen placement

He sat down on the old wooden chair

She slowly sat down on his erect harden crown

Wooden chair first sound loudly cracked into the air

Startled laugh and giggle rip into the air

Hips gingerly rotate, gyrate, in the sensual rhythm of love

Crack - crack -  crack, the old wooden chair speaks in the rhythm of conjoined hips rotations

As hips rotate harder-

The old chair crackling sound become louder

As hips move with urgency

Cracking sounds cadence out quicker

 Loose joints hold tight

While old wooden chair rocks back and forth

As their passion lust for each other near quest ending

Passion scream, deep moans, drown out the old wooden chair cracking sounds 

As deep shivering quakes mix with hard palpitations

The old wooden chair joints strain not to become unglued

Deep breathes become silent breathes

Two persons in love retreat to bedroom

Leaving the old wooden chair to sit silently in the middle of the room

With old memories of two persons endearment for each other, added to the new

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Saturday Seduction... Breakfast.... Seduction series

Hint from last week:"My body melts into the kitchen, Breakfast smells still escape the smell of my nostrils, My eyes fixate on him sitting in a kitchen chair butt naked, Sorry he says, all I could find to cook was this hot dog, He smiled, as he slowly stroked the big hot dog between his legs."

My body stands before him in surrender,

His eyes stare melts my flesh as I feel their touch easing a cross my shoulder, sailing over the tip of my mountains, then dip into the warmth of my lake,

Eyes gesture me towards open arms that invites me in,

My legs straddle first him, then the chair ,

Slowly my heated center is slid down over his pulsating hot dog,

He growls, "damn you're tight", as my body slowly lowers, Force feeding his hard meat into my taut confines,

After taking half of his length inside me, I stop the descend and take a deep breath, giving  my womb time to adjust to his enormity 

Slowly my hips gyrate back and forth, slipping his mass in and out my wetness, as my womb perspire more, the more his mass falls deeper into my heat,

He groans then grasp my derrière and push his size inside me deeper,

Lips suckle on my breast as hips gyrations find their preferred rhythm, 

Not to fast, not to slow, our hips rock back and forth

lips suckle harder on my nipples, hips gyrate deeper, the fire inside my loins burn hotter, as his greedy lust becomes contagious

The chair squawks as our hips pond heavily into each other,

His hard mass is felt swelling larger against my tender pink walls, just hold on baby, hold on, I plea for him to last a little longer for me,

 A loud deep breath is followed by a bull grunt, then he stops and commands in his baritone voice, get up baby , get up

My body scurries off his, his arms spin me around and pull me back into him,

His ballooned mass falls fast and deep into my sopping wet womb, 

As soon as his balls is felt on my backside, my lungs scream, the ache in my loins inflames into a towering inferno

This man knows me all so well,

He knows I love the feel of his balls pushing deep into the flesh of my behind, 

The surreal feel of his mass at this angle plunging inside my pink wetness

The width of his girth sliding back and forth on the edge of my swollen clit

I now became the grunting bull on attack, as my hips flail wildly, 

My breath hitching, my bosom heaving in pure lust, a wildness that throws our hips out of rhythm, as I ride his rock hard dick for all its worth

His strong grip catches tight under my breasts, 

He lifts my body up high off his and pounds the entire length of his mass inside me,

Each smooth hard thrust push and pull his full length through my hot molten core,

My breath eludes my lungs as a nearing searing orgasm 

starts to swallow my soul

Matador has taking control of the bull, and is slaying it with his big long sword,

Again and again he strikes it inside my fiery core, until an explosive orgasm rocks through my extremities

Flex taut my body,

Clench tight, my womb on his urgent moving sword, 

Body shudders in lust release as his sword moves in and out with urgency in the depths of my womb, 

Ejaculating hot sperm is felt filling my corridor beyond capacity

Muscular arms embrace around my breast, as lungs inhale deeply,

My body sits in a calm, the feel of soreness inside my soft walls is felt, but it doesn't distract my thoughts of the next seduction... 

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