"Sit on my face, baby. Grind this pretty all over my mouth. I wanna feel you using me, getting yourself off on my tongue."

The dim lighting of the bedroom casts a warm glow, shadows dancing on the walls from the flickering candle on the bedside table. The air is thick with the scent of and sweat, mingling with the faint aroma of the vanilla-scented candle. Soft, sensual music plays from a speaker in the corner, the melody punctuated by the occasional creak of the bed frame as you move atop him.

Clothes are strewn haphazardly across the floor - his shirt tossed carelessly near the door, your bra dangling from the lampshade. The cool silk sheets beneath you contrast deliciously with the heat radiating from his body. Your reflection in the dresser mirror catches your eye - full breasts bouncing, thighs quivering, a picture of raw, unbridled passion.

i write these too late.. i need sleep..