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Beautifully woven sensuality……

Samarel Erotic fantasies

MeritzaSweet Triggers | Jolie Cain

The lash
the crash
the stinging

In deed
in need
I beg
I plead

I leak
I seek
to peak

The ties
loud cries
all truth
no lies

Need more
I am
your whore

No shame
no blame
you gave
I came.


Pas Seul | Jolie Cain

I know you’re there
in the shadows
So I perform my
dance of disrobing…
for your pleasure.

Shrug off the blouse
let it drop…
to the floor-a dark puddle
at my feet.

I feel your eyes on my
body.  My nipples…
My breathing quickens.

My hands move to caress my stomach
travel down, beneath
the edge of my skirt.
As my hands move lower…lower
the skirt moves with it and
my panties…

The air…
trembles.  Shadows…
move.  A ripple.
Then stillness again.

                    Closing my eyes I raise my hands

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3bc13060e268c4f7deacd9456e109439Let’s play a game…..

You will do everything I say….

No matter what, your eyes will

stay with mine, waiting for my

lips to touch the air, breeze you,

tease you….

Hold your head back, let me

see your throat, see you breathe…

Your chest heaves up and down, and

I want to see more of you….

Look at me….

Run your hands through your hair,

I want you messy….

Trail your hands down your front,

part your thighs on a sigh…..

Wet your lips….

Undress, bare your soul only

to me….

Now, insert your finger, do not

make a sound, I want to hear you

get wet for me….

Now turn, face the wall,

I am going to fuck you….


Dark moods ride my thighs as I

part, different sizes and shapes


Your green eyes dip and sip,

leaving a trail for others to dwell….

The night ends, I am now closed….

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