Sailor - Some sex

I need to feel you fill my body.
In some daze you make me suffer, make me wait,
make me want it more.
You make me wait for days
What a torment.

Desperate.
Rub me, touch me, silk soft skin and swollen lips.
Wet fingers.
Make me want it more.
Kiss me, everywhere, just kiss me and hurt me.

I teach you to wrap your hand around my neck,
To stop the blood and cut the breath.
And then I come all over the bed.
And you cover all of my aching, pulsing cunt in sticky white mess.

Sailor - Saturday Night

"If you don't give me what I want, I'll just take it from you. Get down from the counter top and bend over the step. Pull down your jeans".

He pushes himself inside me and fucks me.

"Thats enough".

No it's not. He fucks me until he fills me cunt and I come against him as he softens up.

We drink. I cook dinner. I tease him to get a reaction. He wraps his hand so tightly around my throat that I can't take a breath.

"Touch me"

I dont.

"Touch me"

He takes his hand from my throat and hooks his fingers under my jaw bone and then I touch him.

Sailor - The trip away

You riddle my heart in a passion. So physical. So good. The pleasure you put upon me. How you make me feel. 

Always hard, always eager. You fill up my body, you fill up my mind. I'm curled around your finger like apple peel.

Sometimes I can barely control myself. 

I adore you. 

Sometimes I can barely control myself. 

The way that you play with me. Screw with my head. How you pet me in this hotel bed. 

How you enter and invade me and the pain you cause me. You make me moan. You make cry. The hotel bed. My bed. The cab. The train. I can't stop touching you and I can't remember how many times 

I've come in the past few days. Positions, situations. I am constantly wet. I can't remember how many times. You fill me up, you coat my face and chest . 

I look into your eyes and I smile at you and I tell you how much I love fucking you and sucking you, because it's true. How much I love your cock. Baby, because I do.