Total Recall (explicit)

I can't recall what I was thinking right before I took you in;
Trespassing territories I'd never been, on fire from the outside in…
But I do remember my favorite soldier standing at attention;
Daring me to do things I won't mention, taking my undivided attention…
You asked where I learned to do that certain thing with my mouth;
Surprised you when I went down south, let you explode inside my mouth…
Oh yeah, I knew how to be your fantasy, your freaky little whore;
How to get down on the floor, give you what you asked me for…
I'd never told you that kissing you there intensifies my passion;
Gotta have it in rations, crazy in love with the liquid passion…
I remember how your tongue had my mind racing and my pussy wet;
Dipped in sweat, you spread my legs and got your appetite whet…
You dined down below until my body could take no more;
Orgasms galore, I begged for the dick, begged and begged some more…
When I saw it hard and strong, I thought you would appease me;
You put the head in just to tease me; I lifted up to force you to appease me…
So finally you decided to please me and go way, way deep inside;
So, so deep I damn near cried, I felt my soul shake when you were up inside…
You looked me square in the eye and asked me if I liked it;
Told me to get on top and ride it, Oh yes daddy, I definitely liked it…
I remember I climbed on top and put you back inside me;
Didn't have to guide me, I know what to do with what's inside me…
They worked together well: my hands, tongue, ass and hips;
I licked my lips; you grabbed my ass while I worked these hips…
I threw my head back and rode you deep in slow motion;
Deep as the ocean we kept the rhythm in motion…
I screamed "I'm coming!", and my body shook like thunder;
No wonder you owned my body like the sky owns the thunder…
I came real hard and you bent me over to get it from the back;
Stayed on track and pushed in deep with your hand on my back…
Just how I like it you yanked my hair and spanked my ass;
Thirty seconds 'til blast, you were hitting hard and real real fast
You pulled out quick, erupted in m mouth and down my chin
It really doesn't matter what I was thinking before I took you in.

Copyright © 2009 by DeAna McEwen

Insert

ding dong

open door
no talk
grab head
kiss lips
squeeze ass
squeeze back
lift skirt
open pants
bend over
grab mag
inhale

INSERT

exhale
discard mag
stand straight
close pants
skirt down
smack ass
smack back
kiss lips
rub hair
no talk
close door
turn lock

Copyright © 2009 by DeAna McEwen

I looked over to the left

So what's the deal on masturbation?? Yep, every now and then "the tension gets too thick" and I make a date with myself for later on, when baby's sleeping and all is quiet. Not just that, I get excited about it too! You wonder, why not just call up one of the many suitors (that I supposedly have) and have them take care of that itch?

I say because sometimes there's too much involved.... I can be selfish that way. Sometimes I don't want to talk.. as a matter of fact, a lot of times I don't want to talk, I don't want to have to care about whether the other person is enjoying themselves, or salty at the fact that they can't get it up, or they have so much energy they can't get it down (and I can't keep up). I don't want to worry about who has the condom and be let down when neither one of us does! To be honest, I don't want to be concerned about what he REALLY thinks of me and faced with the truth about what I REALLY think of him!

I just want to lie on my bed with the fresh linen scent of the glade candles on my windowsill and let my mind wander over every fantasy I had and will have, let my imagination whisper the arousing speak that makes me reach my peak. I keep my underwear on as if I'm "leaving something to the imagination" because I enjoy the anticipation of going inside my bra to find my nipples hard... I like the way my fingers feel on them; I don't squeeze to hard and I know when to stop. I like the way my tongue feels on them.. gentle, with no pain. I like to explore between my thighs, because I know every nook and cranny of that wet place and I'll maneuver over all the most sensitive areas... I won't miss A spot. I don't hear excessive talking ... or have to answer hideous questions... or have sweat dripping down on me like Dunce River Falls messing up the hairdo I JUST paid for. I love it...

But hell, who am I fooling.. I like my hair pulled, ass smacked, dirty talk and heavy breathing... Damn, what the hell did I do with that suitor's number?!!!! :)

Copyright © 2009 by DeAna McEwen

Bedroom Eyes (explicit)

They're called bedroom eyes....
They live on my face and they tell no lies.
They represent the fire that makes him rise, all the little secrets he'll find inside.
Last night they glimmered but not to my surprise, he toured my body to where heat resides.
I saw his face and it held no disguise, he gave it to me, the most coveted prize.
He whispered to my heart the love inside, I felt it so strong, it watered my eyes.
He stroked my hair in two smooth glides, and kissed my lips to muffle my cries...
He captured my pain and I forgave his lies, he held me close til it was time to arise.
They live on my face and they tell no lies, they've captured his heart... My bedroom eyes.