Of insane lust.
Or something like that.
I still have availability for my upcoming trip to Boston next week. I am available in the evening on Wednesday and late afternoon through the evening on Thursday.
If you don't know anything about me then I encourage you to check out my reviews, take a peek at my website, and check out my blog as well. I offer something special with everyone I am with and I am not telling what it is. You just have to find out. Some would say it's my ability to put people at ease. Some would say it's my smile, or my seductive brown eyes.
All of those things combined make me somewhat irresistible. I'm not everyone's cup of tea however. I am not a spinner. I am not perfection. I am a woman. I have the lips, curves, dips, and valley's that make exploring me something you're going to want to engage in time and time again. In addition to that I have a keen intellect, a sarcastic sense of humor, and an easy and ready smile. I am a very happy woman and want to bring a little bit of MY joy into your world.
And I can do the bangity bang pretty damn well. Or so they tell me.
I went to the Star Wars in Concert last night here in Jacksonville and it reminded me of something I wrote a while back that alludes to the intimacy between a man and a woman mirroring the beauty of a symphony. I hope you enjoy.
~Rae Monroe
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Almost the shape of a pearl, a damp teardrop of perspiration slides slowly down the valley between the center of my breasts. I scarcely notice as you grip my hips from below. Thrusting harder into me you try to hold me captive in your hands to limit the force of my hips sliding down on top of you. I can’t be held down, and I grip the headboard with both hands, fingers nearly cramping in exertion as I ride you ever closer to my own fulfillment. Knowing once my cunt spasm’s and pulsates around you that you’re likely to reach your own orgasm; I slow down and try to prolong my ride. Leaning down I look into your eyes scant moments before I touch my lips to yours. The smoothness of your tongue on my lips. The possession as you suck my bottom lip between your teeth. I lose myself in the moment. Wrapping one arm around me, the other on the small of my back you guide me in a beautiful and savage dance of passion. The forbidden waltz of lovers centuries old, and as timeless as the breath of lust itself. Breathing heavier, each exhalation a wanton exclamation of my enjoyment. I begin to ride you faster. The orgasm itself is a living breathing thing and I race onward determined to catch it. The air is thick with sexual energy as you roll me over onto my back. Buried securely and deeply between my thighs you lean up on your forearms and bring your face to mine.
“Take it baby. Let me feel that pussy cum around my cock.” Romantic sweet words whispered in my ear. I release. My body starts to quake. Building like a steady crescendo. Faster and faster. Pianissimo, like the sweet soft sound of a violin solo singing innocently all alone. Mezzo forte; the second string joins and the viola's, flutes, and clarinets begin to fill the air with their beauty. Finally forte, all encompassing sound where the trumpets blast, the drums beat, the cello and the bass lend a dark, deep harmony to the beautiful melody started only moments before. On and on the finale of our symphony plays. When at last the music of our passion finally fades; it is a quiet laugh we both share. I small shake of the head as we try to gather the final notes of our symphony. A sigh like the tinkle of a chime. Impossible to deny the heat and the inferno of delight still pulsating around your cock. I smile into your neck, shifting slightly to the side I reach between our bodies to slip the cover and your now fading baton out of my pussy. Lifting yourself off of me I shiver as you sigh. Arms raised above your heads I bite my lip to control my giggle as you look at me as I walk away from the bed.
After clean up I lay next to you again. My heartbeat still too fast. I trace the shape of your pebble hard nipples with one hand. My other hand finds its way down to my clit to urge my body on, prolonging the enjoyment, and the satisfaction. Reaching down I fondle your cock. Turning onto your side we link hands and you slide the outside hand up my side, over my bicep, the sensitive skin of my neck, and into my damp hair. Pulling me close we kiss. Not like a stranger’s kiss, but a kiss between two lovers. Lovers who delight in the chase, the capture, and the release. Deeper you taste my mouth and our breath mingles. Where does yours begin? Where does mine end? A partnership in a dance that lasts for such a short time, but composers of a play list that repeats time and again. A song that is sweet and sensual at times; dark and demanding at others. Frightening with its intensity and wrenching in its tenderness we complete one last dance before we break away.
Play my body like an instrument at your fingertips; your mouth a way to make music on my skin. My lips, hands, and body at once the instrument and the artist to you. An age old song. An age old dance. New every time, in every position, and in every place.
