Chapter 3: dig deep

Chapter 3: dig deep

A Poem by J. B.
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erotica

"
sweat falls from my
smooth form

drip

it hits your light mocha nips and slides
down to meet the wetness of the sheets beneath you

my biceps show;
hard, round spheres, flexing beneath the
skin, stretched tight.

your legs have been thrust back by your face for some time, now.
Pulsing, veiny muscle, tight and solid, greet your hands
as you grip my arms and hit my chest in unparalleled ecstasy

our eyes lock as I thrust my swollen c**k into you;
I know your sweet spot.

I dig deep.

a steady rhythm at an angle I know will
leave you sighing incoherent speech

sweat falls as salty tears of exertion from my skin

drip

it traces the curves of your hips
down to meet the wetness of the sheets beneath us

you tremble, shivering skin against my own;
like words of an open book in front of me, set in bold,
large font with the message,

"I am going to cum soon!"

I dig deep.

Your wet p***y clenches my throbbing shaft; the folds
of your lips swell more with each stroke;
each thrust up into your drenched c**t brings you closer
to the inevitable, raging climax I have denied you thus far.

I bring my fingers to close around your enlarged nips and squeeze,
clamping down with a slight twist and strong pull;
I give you the permission you've been begging for

"cum for me, babygirl. cum for Daddy"

I pull and twist your mounds harder in a sudden
wave of enthusiasm, and I

dig deep

deliberately hitting that sweet spot with focused determination

you scream uncontrollably as your p***y gushes forth the
sweet juices of your orgasm; with each thrust you squirt more
and more, my hard,
swollen manhood
dripping and soaked like
the sheets beneath us.

I pull my c**k out and waves hit me, splashing onto my chest,
pouring from your open legs; I let you breath for a moment and you
thank me with tears of admiration

"That's my good girl"

You smile up at me, as I bring my body closer to yours again,
your quivering legs still spread for me.

a drenched p***y greets my
still hard c**k,
ready to flood the sheets again.
I slowly fill you up,
slow and steady.

you feel every inch of me throbbing inside of you, my sweat hits
your skin, falling to meet the soaked sheets
beneath us,

drip

and i
dig deep.






© 2018 J. B.


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Amazing! I love how you write so literally and so poetically on a subject that so many people have attempted many times but fallen short on. It's works like this that separate the "boys from the men" or in this case "the course from the fine" in a way that gave each of your readers a bit of a smirk and even a little envy that it isn't us having the experience.

Love your writing and I'm inspired by your boldness and expression! Keep on sharing your world with us!

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Amazing! I love how you write so literally and so poetically on a subject that so many people have attempted many times but fallen short on. It's works like this that separate the "boys from the men" or in this case "the course from the fine" in a way that gave each of your readers a bit of a smirk and even a little envy that it isn't us having the experience.

Love your writing and I'm inspired by your boldness and expression! Keep on sharing your world with us!

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow......just......wow. This is amazing dude. Very detailed and VERY into the moment. lol Excellent job, dude. :D

Posted 6 Years Ago



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J. B.
J. B.

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