Writings about chatter (3)
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From Heavens To Oblivion

Submitted by on February 16, 2016 (2 years ago)
Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Erotic | Tags: , , ,

Along the epoch of thy acquaintance
Triggered a ripple on my continuum
a weight beyond infinite balance
Whisper you at may
Sending chills to thy momentum

Yet beyond the passage
your naked body echoed my sight
Yearning for more
beyond thy grasp of air
Eagerly awaiting my heavens delight

Just as I was about to give up
You opened with a moan
tremors reverberate my ear
After a frenzy of ecstasies
Echoed along my shaft to thy moon

But each heaven
seemed harder to grasp
Count be the days
Of yonder flight
Teasing eager flowers like a wasp

And now as I look at my back
Pains the skies, offered thy rant
Agonized as it slowly fades to black
Counting my fingers
Either at you, but I cant

Slowly aching
I bid my parting wave
Memoirs of thy cunt
Falling from the heavens
From Zion I plea thy wrath...

Recoil's: An Alternative to Lunch (The Appetizer)

Submitted by on January 21, 2016 (2 years ago)
Posted in Story: True Story, English | Categories: Wife Lovers, Mature, One Night Stand | Tags: , , , , , , ,

Few days after our steamy phonesex, for the first time after 2 years of chatting we decided to meet. She went to my place, my own office space beside my folks house.

I was very excited to finally meet her, I can’t contain myself and I kept on texting and calling her phone where she was or was she already near. Then a message saying she was already in the corner outside the block where our house was located.

As I walked towards the corner, I saw the description of the clothes she texted me with, then I smiled from the distance as I walked towards her.

We did not utter that much words, just a sweet smile and the requisite hi and hello. I held her hands and guided her where our house was situated.

“Sorry, my small office isn’t much, would you care for a drink, coffee or anything?” I politely asked her.

Then she smiled and hinted that she is fine and was glad to see what I was working on my computer.

I locked the other door that leads to our main house and when I got back to where she was seated; words were just an expression too little to say by those few short moments before the magic of our hormonal instinct erupted.

Our tongues intertwined as we locked our lips in search for the pleasure we kept suppressing all those months. The agonizing momentum leading to the moment was an electrifying sensation as I felt her soft gentle lips pressed against mine.

I tried to get her to have sex...

Recoil's: An Alternative To Lunch

Submitted by on January 18, 2016 (2 years ago)
Posted in Story: True Story, English | Categories: Wife Lovers, Mature, One Night Stand | Tags: , , , ,

Before I came to FSS, a very good friend invited me into this site…

She knows how naughty I was and insisted that I should join the site since I was way too busy with my work.

“My friend, your getting too serious with your work, you should learn to reach out again to your naughty roots. I know you so much and as your good friend I know how crazy you are as well. Of all people, you can’t deny to me how naughty you get. Here is the link try to join FSS and be the real you again,” she said.

And yes she certainly knows me, but our story started almost a decade ago. A time when we had to smile the silly grin off our faces when we mention the word “lunch.”

This happened about 8 years back…

It was 8:00 in the morning and I just turned the computer off. I was up all-night; working, editing on the photos, graphics and layout designs since 11:00 in the evening. I was very sleepy; but instead of getting a well deserve rest, I picked up my bag, got out and then headed to the place where we planned to meet. When I got there, most of the shops and stores near the area were still closed. Inside the hotel I asked for a vacant room and then signed in after paying the receptionist.

Inside the room I cant help but think how it all got into that point.

Moving back, 2 years more…

I meet this woman named Armie while chatting on MirC, one of the earliest primitive chatrooms back then. Our conve...