Party for One (erotic poem)
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Posted:Jun 24, 2018 10:37 am
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 3:22 am
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Party for One
I was alone in my room,
it was the middle of the night.
I had this urge go through me,
so I turned out the light.
I lite a few candles,
and placed them all around.
I faced the large mirror,
my breathing the only sound.
I wore not but a sheer nighty,
see through and made of lace.
I ran my fingers over it,
as candle light danced upon my face.
Slowly I traced my breast,
as my nipples began to peak.
Thoughts of your hands,
brought a blush to my cheeks.
I watched in the mirror,
one hand heading south.
Sliding across my damp lips,
leaving a O shape to my mouth.
Tingles ran through me,
as I grazed my sensitive clit.
My breath becoming swallow,
as my lips became more slick.
This hungry need overcame me,
and my panties floated to the floor.
I slipped two fingers deep inside,
but I knew I needed more.
Biting my bottom lip,
I reached out for my secret chest.
I took out a few toys,
the ones that would do me best.
Twirling in the mirror,
my nighty no longer there.
I pulled out my buckles,
letting down my curly hair.
My hands roamed my body,
teasing my inner .
Thoughts of you had me panting,
burning and needing more.
I sat on a cushioned chair,
legs spread and opened wide.
My needy weeping little pussy,
wanting a pounding ride.
I watched in the mirror,
as I slipped my B.O.B in.
It felt so damn good,
my face brightened in a grin.
Slowly I played with my clit,
moaning in great delight.
Softly sliding it in and out,
and doing it oh so right.
My pace begins to quicken,
and my eyes start to shut.
I was like a bitch in heat,
and it was time to rut.
Sucking noises rung in my ears,
my moaning was turning me on.
It was like a party for one,
and they were playing my favorite song.
My essence started to flow,
my movements wild and untamed.
I pounded my little pussy,
not feeling an ounce of shame.
I flew breathlessly over the edge,
my pleasure squirting out.
With thoughts of you in my head,
I screamed your name in a shout.
Body shaking and sweaty,
I slowed my pace once more.
My eyes fluttered open,
and you were standing in the door.
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