“FIRST KISS I lean in to kiss her. But instead of reaching for her lips I draw mine just passed them, firmly and gently planting my love against her smooth face. I commence to let her know with my love… — Luccini Shurod Copy Share
“MIND BODY AND SOUL The restlessness of our ravenous appetence distends into a fascination of poised determination. My lips again sift down the caramel facet of her goddess-like fortune. Here and now in a fervently dexterous and sinuous groom of pulsating fusion my hands corrugate down and up her soft and round buttocks, utterly satisfying my lady’s love. Launching through… — Luccini Shurod Copy Share
“A SWELTERING EXCHANGE She presses my lips, running her fingers across them gently, looking at my lips as though she has just kissed them for the very first time. She gently pries them apart, running her fingertips across the bottom of my lip with a curious childlike fixation. I realize that she has been as needful for me as I… — Luccini Shurod Copy Share
“PRURIENT TOUCH Every part of her begins to tremble and shake as I apply myself to her lower body. My lips gently rock back and forth from below her waist towards her neck, stopping at everything that there is for me to take notice of as if time is meaningless. Time with her is all that is precious, relishing each… — Luccini Shurod Copy Share
“The kissing is soft to an almost abrupt firmness as our waists adhere. I then begin to question if I can feel my body as a controlling wave of this gratifying force travels from my legs to my face. Nadia is now glowing with a pleasurable subtleness that thanks me with every inhale and exhale as our bodies move. Her… — Luccini Shurod Copy Share
“FIRST KISS I lean in to kiss her. But instead of reaching for her lips I draw mine just passed them, firmly and gently planting my love against her smooth face. I commence to let her know with my love that I will wait for her out of respect and most importantly out of love. I can feel her heart… — Luccini Shurod Copy Share
“GRATITUDE Opening the back door to make my way towards the swinging bench I walk on the stone path beneath the dripping forest behind the house. I stroll with my hands inside of my pockets looking into the distance where the trees are the most thick. I sit on the swinging bench beside the stream as the grumbling storm begins… — Luccini Shurod Copy Share
“The faintest cry is then loosened from her in a lucid expression that does announce her bestirring itch for me. Over and under each… — Luccini Shurod Copy Share Image
“FROM HEAD TO TOE The smooth stones that dream by that peaceful stream have been made in the likeness of her smooth body that moves like the water, shaping my love for her by the natural method of Mother Earth. Warm shades of yellow and scarlet seem to cast themselves before me even from beneath the cool of a clouded… — Luccini Shurod Copy Share
“LOVE AND SEX She glows with a pleasurable subtleness that thanks me with every inhale and exhale as our bodies move. Her calm cool hands drag across the sides of my back from my buttocks to my shoulders. Down and up again she strokes and caresses me without missing a tune as if I were a beloved instrument played by… — Luccini Shurod Copy Share
“NAKED AND WARM We lay together naked and warm. The light from the outside becomes more overcast with rain starting to trickle on the roof with the sound of a restful peace that draws us even closer. We lie together listening to the sounds of rainfall as a calm comfort cloaks our minds from all else. At times the sounds… — Luccini Shurod Copy Share
“EUPHORIA Holding her in my arms makes me feel young and makes me feel old. Here there is no question as to how strong our love is and always will be. Reaching for her face, both my hands now caress her above the eyes before drawing a single finger down the side of her face in close examination of her… — Luccini Shurod Copy Share
“TO BE LOVED She seeks to feel again as beautiful as before. She seeks to feel those things within her that she can feel no place else. For a moment her need for my warmth remains contrasted against the brittle branches that hang from the dawn of winter’s turn. Her eyes have become enchanted as if it were I whom… — Luccini Shurod Copy Share
