erospainter:

Touching myself thinking of you and how much i want you, my hand wrapped round my now hardening shaft - cock slippery and aching to drag across parted lips, through soft downy hairs, to nudge and dip, slide hot and hard into your moist clasping cunt, my balls tight, needing release, needing your fingers stroking, your mouth sucking and holding while i thrust and force, your tongue whirling over my head as i plunge, holding your hair to see, you turning, giving access to my tongue, exploring, kisses searching, lips tracing routes to pleasure, fingers licked and pressing, probing your ass, teasing, while i flicker and lick, fingers fucking and cock pushing hard into your mouth.. Your clit hot and hard, sensation making you twist and groan.. Building and building to come….

erospainter:

The first roll of film traditionally records the important facts of the place, the castle, the waterfall, the mountains as seen from one’s hotel room. This is the equivalent of doing the cathedral before sitting in the piazza. The following rolls are for fun, for relishing the there-ness; the cat-on-the-doorstep shots. Having dutifully recorded the castle, we can dally a while to shoot the shaggy purple flowers growing so improbably from the chinks in its stones. These pictures will mean nothing to anyone but the photographer, but whose pictures are they, anyway?

erospainter:

We leave the bed where your fingers
are a wide surprise, where your tongue
tells me slow stories. I watch you,
in the daylight, bring your hand
to your face, to your mouth. I tuck
pieces of myself behind
in the tangle of our bodies.
–Kim Ports, “Desire”

erospainter:

“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.”
— Dr. Seuss

erospainter:

“You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.”
— Mae West

erospainter:

Sex is as important as eating or drinking and we ought to allow the one appetite to be satisfied with as little restraint or false modesty as the other.

Marquis de Sade