Happy Thanksgiving! What I am Thankful For!
- Jesus is my Lover and Husband giving me unconditional love and acceptance and fulfilling me emotionally, financially, physically, sexually and spiritually. Awesome blessing!
- Jesus fixed my car/kept it from an expensive repair I couldn’t afford. Huge blessing!
- Jesus found me a bunch of things I wanted by stores never stock. I don’t have a credit card so can’t order stuff. A huge blessing.
- I’m employed. It’s not much but I’m coming back after a long illness, which He healed, too. A huge blessing.
- He healed my knee the other day, which allowed me to work. A huge blessing.
- Jesus gets sweeter everyday!
Just a partial list, of course. Count your blessings and be grateful. It helps make you feel good. :)) xo
Gennifer kissed Mark’s inner thighs generously and moved ever closer to his growing manhood. She teased the underside holding his hardness against his stomach. He trembled and moved languidly on the bed desiring more from her. She took a few inches of him in her warm, moist mouth and looked at his anguish turn to relief on his face. She moved down, running her tongue on his pulsing cock’s underside to his nest of blonde hair. As her red lips went up and down on him, he thrust his pelvis softly so she would take him deeper into her warm mouth. She moved quicker up and down his shaft as he moaned louder and louder. He pushed her head down on him and he came in wave after wave in her mouth. She looked up at his contorted face, smiled inside and swallowed his thick nectar.
He sat up and kissed her as he picked her up in his arms and placed her on his lap. As he lay back down, she followed him and sat on his face. His hands grasped her soft cheeks and spread her buttocks apart. His tongue spread her folds and licked her sex. He moved her waist and she ground softly against him as his tongue probed her folds. His tongue found her clitoris and he lavished her pleasure center with his full attention. She closed her eyes, gasped and moaned and ran her hands over her hardened nipples. His tongue dance on her clitoris as she ground her hips quicker against him. He eagerly swallowed her juices and licked her from her pulsing pussy to her throbbing clitoris. She grabbed his head and pushed his head into her and gasped as she came on his face with a wail then shuddered.
She laid down beside him and he climbed on top of her and kissed her. His now hardened cock poked at her folds. She reached down and guided him to her opening and he thrust deep inside her. She moved her legs behind him and locked her ankles together. He moved in and out of her sex slowly as they looked deep into each other’s eyes. She’d moan and he’d smile and gently knead one of her breasts. She began to meet his thrust and both of them achieved a mutually pleasurable rhythm.
He began to move quicker inside her and she knew he was close to orgasm. She couldn’t wait. She closed her eyes and surrendered to a powerful orgasm deep inside her. She saw lights flicker in her mind and she writhed and undulated under him. His squeezed her breasts roughly and his skin slapped against her skin. She encouraged him and he finally groaned loudly and stopped thrusting and just held himself deep inside her. His muscle retracted and tensed then he flooded her with his cum in several rushes of pleasure. She stroked his chest then he leaned and kissed her passionately. They had finally made love to each other after wanting to so long. She felt complete and warm inside.
Erotica is the exploration of sexuality in vignettes, short stories, novellas and novels. Personally the written word really can’t be considered pornography. The difference in a visual context of erotic and porn is:
Erotica would be a woman sitting at on the banks nude and just sitting there.
Pornography would the same woman but she is offering her boobs to the camera or painter.
You can’t really make a distinction like that in the written word. It is becoming passe to do so even among the most repressed ingenues.
I love writing erotica and sexual situations because it is fun for me. Yes, it makes me feel good (and honry), but I am horny regardless so why not enjoy it? Here’s a taste:
“Gennifer kissed Mark’s inner thighs generously and moved ever closer to his growing manhood. She teased the underside holding his hardness against his stomach. He trembled and moved languidly on the bed desiring more from her. She took a few inches of him in her warm, moist mouth and looked at his anguish turn to relief on his face. She moved down, running her tongue on his pulsing cock’s underside to his nest of blonde hair. As her red lips went up and down on him, he thrust his pelvis softly into her…..”
Just my musings. I write erotica and love stories. xoxo
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