Take your lust-laced musings for a walk
Amid my swelling mounds of Venus,
And feel the mighty surge of the Aphroditic tides
Squalling forth from the twilight
Trapped between my quaking shuddering limbs.
Let my Aeolian murmurs dance upon the top of your head
And your shoulders
As your moans get tangled in fractaled folds
Of my glistening moon-steeped love
~~~
👽❤xoxoxo❤👽
A little flash of flesh
To coax the flash flood
Flowing from within
My unfathomable folds
~~~
❤👽xoxoxo👽❤
I dripped spirits across my breast
So that you could sup upon the succulent flesh
Pulled taut across my trembling boneframe.
Marry my blood to the wine
Between your parched lips
And merge them within you
Like subtle bodies uniting
In the Aether.
~~~
👽❤xoxoxo❤👽
I feel your whispers between my legs,
Against the gauzy material hiding my pulsating jewel,
Against the outer curves of my quivering thighs,
All along the flaring lines of my gyrating hips.
I feel your whispers there,
And your saliva
Pooling at the dip of my waist
And the mouth of my pussy.
Pull the lace away from my dripping cavern,
And lick me until you’ve made me
Fall apart
Before your adoring eyes
And gaping mouth.
❤👽xoxoxo👽❤
Some people are busy making resolutions for 2020,
And getting gussied up for fancy parties and whatnot.
Not me. Nope.
I am celebrating the end of the decade
By pressing my boobies into the snow
Then eating… snow….
…
Just keeping it weird…
Right into the next decade.
*** Christmas was draining, and left me feeling like shit for a few days. I went snowshoeing today, and it was very restorative. Obviously, I created a little fun for myself. ***
Happy New Year, fellow oddities!
🥂🍾❤👽xoxoxo👽❤🍾🥂
She crawled up the length of the bed, tore her glasses off, and stared deep into his smoldering dark eyes where she could see her own reflection:
Animalistic;
Mischeivous;
Saliva-kissed blood red lips;
Star-bright icicle eyes;
“Have I been naughty or nice this year?” She asked with a feigned coyness only she could pull off.
“What do you think?” He replied, his words infused with a grin and an eye roll.
“Right…” she replied as she reached under the bed, pulling out a little many-tailed whip. “Better get crackin’ then… if you want to reformat me for next year…”.
His grin fell from his lips as he took the whip in his weathered hands,
“Assume the position,” was all he said as he hulked over her curvy little body, a body all sin and sweetness and everything in between.
~~~
🌲👽❤xoxoxo❤👽🌲
I love making chocolate confections at Christmastime.
I put a lot of love into each batch,
And I wholeheartedly enjoy the candy-making process…
Maybe a little too much,
As my photos may suggest.
Singing Christmas carols (and fucking up the lyrics) while melting the dark chocolate in a bain marie.
Crushing candy canes with a hammer… which helps with holiday anxiety.
Chopping up Swiss milk chocolate to sprinkle on the melted dark chocolate spread cross parchment paper, along with the candy cane pieces and toasted pecans.
Then melting white chocolate to flick and splotch onto all of that layered sticky sweet deliciousness.
I always make sure to taste test the final product…
Which never ceases to make me
Groan with the kind of pleasure
Only a handmade chocolatey confection can.
***Taste-testing occurred only after the final product was made. No nipple or saliva was included in the featured chocolate bark.***
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and Happy New Year! 🍾🥂
🤶❤👽xoxoxo👽❤🎅
Plunge your voice into me,
Penetrate me with your verbs,
And all of the tainted musings sullying your thoughts.
Stab my heart with salacious soliloquies,
Spank me with stinging sentences,
And make me bend beneath the power of your wanton words.
Brand me with your poetry,
As I drip
And flood
And spray,
Leaving behind a damp trail
Of voraciously lustful verses
Written by you
But published within me.
~~~
❤👽xoxoxo👽❤
I want to see you drip and drool,
And salivate diamonds
Into my heaven-laced pussy.
Put your face between my thighs
And let me bring you to your
Trembling knees.
Know that your place
Is where my waves ebb and flow
And the sea meets the moon-greedy sky.
~~~
❤👽xoxoxo👽❤
Spark it up
And feed me that mystical smoke
That loosens my loins
And my cerebral leanings.
Suffer a little break from yourself,
And give me a break from me,
And take a little morning trip
Up the vaginal canal of my hilarity-infused juicy imaginings.
~~~
❤👽xoxoxo👽❤
I still feel your heated and hushed words against my dew-licked skin.
Flame-scorched whisperings that blow cold the burning beads of sweat curling down the dreamscape of my body,
Sending chills up and down my spine,
And right into the living marrow of my ghostwhite bones.
There is no place for a mind in times like this,
No place for thought,
For sense,
No place for doubt,
Or for time;
We exist on a timeless, senseless plane,
And I am content to abandon the density of this earth for the Light
Of a higher realm.
I lost my head the moment you opened your mouth upon me,
And fed your utterings and divine growlings into my soul.
❤👽xoxoxo👽❤
Coiled lightning bolts;
Crushed thunder claps;
Inverse volcanic ejaculation;
Crossed hurricane eyes;
All beneath my quivering percussive drum-tight skin.
With collapsed lungs and stolen breath,
Choking on lament and eternal shade,
I am writhing and grabbing
And clawing and squeezing
The errant parts and pieces
That refuse to stay coiled and crushed and compressed.
Things are collapsing and expanding,
And the skin stretched over my heart is crazing and cracking
Under the pressure.
~~~
❤👽xoxoxo👽❤
Come and curl up inside of me.
I just stoked the fire,
And tongues of flame beckon you
Into the inferno of my cinder-dusted arms.
~~~
❤👽xoxoxo👽❤
Pluck my strings
And transform me into your instrument of longing.
Play me like your fiddle,
And make me reel and tremble as you conjure music with my moans.
Compose me like a salacious symphony,
Edge me towards a frenzied crescendo
Of cacophonous exclamation,
And pluck me until I deconstruct
Into single notes of pure tone and spent ecstacy.
~~~~
❤👽xoxoxo👽❤
A Monday morn caress
Wiping away the sediment of Sunday…
And every other day before it.
❤👽xoxoxo👽❤
Leopard print and lace
Inviting your lascivious licks and laps across my lush landscape,
Luring you towards the luscious lips of my lusting labia
That leak lucent liquid down my trembling legs.
~~~
Brought to you by the letter “L”.
❤👽xoxoxo👽❤
I find myself
Encased in a landscape of shadow,
With rolling hills of gooseflesh,
The sublime terror of thawing permafrost,
And the brackish pond at my feet
That reflects only the descending fog.
~~~
👻💀❤👽👽❤💀👻
Oh I love wearing stockings.
They make me feel wild and powerful.
And carnal.
And wanton.
And abundantly creative and life-giving.
And oddly… tall.
Which is strange because I am not tall in the least.
It’s like they were meant to be worn while towering over someone;
Before fixing to squat over a desperately thirsty face.
I will let you finish that errant thought…
Because I’m not sure I want to…
Or do I?
Maybe I will finish that thought…
In private.
Because some thoughts, fantasies, or whatever
Are way hotter when lusted after in secret.
❤👽xoxoxo👽❤
Sometimes, my senses drown me out.
But I’m not mad at that;
Thoughts often deserve to be silenced.
👽❤xoxoxo❤👽
