Pleasures of the Flesh

She walks in the door, her body tired and sore,
But her mind is on fire, she can't take it anymore.
Thoughts of him consume her, that devilish grin,
"I need him inside me, I have to give in."

The long day at work, it's finally over,
But her desire, her passion, it only grows stronger.
His image taunts her, those penetrating eyes,
"God, the things I'd let him do make me realize..."

She unzips her jeans, her hand slides inside,
Feeling the soft cotton panties, her fingers glide
Over the outer fabric, building friction,
The dampness, the heat, fuelling her addiction.

She wants to make it last, to savour every touch,
But the urge to orgasm, it's just too much.
Memories of his hands roaming her body arise,
"I'm going crazy just thinking of his firm grasp and size."

So she resists, and continues to rub,
Over the top of her panties, she can't get enough.
Imagining him there, whispering wanton pleas,
"Yes, beg for it...I'll make you writhe with unholy ease."

God, she's so close, the pleasure is intense,
Her fingers work urgently, relentlessly rub.
A damp patch spreads where she massages her bud,
The cotton panties soaking, juices flowing.

Her arousal streams forth in copious flood,
Saturating the soft fabric, a sodden bud.
The wet patch grows larger, a telltale sign,
Her underwear utterly drenched in her essence's wine.
"I'm soaking wet, all for you," her thoughts glowing.

The sodden material clings to her mound,
Outlining each crease, a sopping mess found.
Her passion seeps through to dampen above,
Leaving nothing to hide, a sign of her love.
She's not finished yet, craving that release.

Chasing the climax, that moment of peace.
Visions of his muscular form overtake her mind,
"Pound me into oblivion, make me yours to grind."

Heedless of the wet spot's telltale sign,
She pursues her pleasure, lost in the divine.
With every touch, she's reaching new heights,
Her body tingling, her muscles tight.
"Fuck yes, just like that!" she cries out.

She tries to slow her strokes, resist the urge,
But pleasure's powerful currents start to surge.
The ecstasy builds, a rising swell,
Her body betraying her, she can't dispel.
"I'm getting so close, I need to come!" she screams.

She wants to make it last, draw out the thrill,
But passion overwhelms her with its will.
Her whole form trembles, quivering and taut,
As towering waves of desire leave her distraught.
"Oh god, oh god, I'm going to explode!" she wails.

Restraint's futile, she's caught in the grip,
Of an inexorable force, her fingers won't quit.
Unstoppable now, her hunger's in control,
"I need your thick cock filling me, body and soul!"

And then it happens, her world explodes,
As ecstasy crashes over her in powerful flows.
Her fingers work feverishly, urgently stroking,
While waves of release leave her gasping, near choking.
"Oh god yes! I'm coming!" she cries out in bliss,

The release, the climax, a mind-shattering bliss,
Leaving her breathless from that earth-shaking kiss.
A gushing torrent escapes her core's depths,
Soaking through cotton, a wet patch on denim's threads.
"Fuck, I'm soaking wet!" she yells, her passion's full strength.

Wave after wave of pure rapture takes hold,
Her entire being set alight, burning hot and bold.
"Don't stop, oh don't you dare stop!" she pleads with desire,
Muscles contract in euphoric spasms of delight,
As she's consumed by pleasures so intense and bright.
Her panties drenched, clinging to her mound.
"I'm coming so hard! Aaahhhh!" she screams in ecstasy.

Her back arches high, her voice rings out in cries,
"Yes! Just like that! Harder!" Her ecstatic highs.
Of unbridled elation reaching feverish highs.
"I'm going to come again, I can't stop coming!" she screams,
Every nerve ending firing, alive with blissful shocks,
Her whole form surrendering to orgasmic shocks.
"Oh fuck, I'm still cumming! Holy shit!" she yells.
A dark wet circle spreads on her jeans.

Her body still trembling, her mind in a haze,
Feeling euphoric, in a blissful craze.
Awash in the afterglow of this shattering peak,
She basks in the sublime, her spirit feeling meek.
Her skin glows rosy, flushed with exertion,
Hair matted and wild from thrashing contortions.
Soaked underwear clings between her thighs.

She lies there basking in the afterglow,
A sense of peace and calm starts to flow.
Though fleeting, this moment feels so pure,
A liberation she hadn't known before.

Regaining her breath, her heart still races,
As she reflects on the pleasure's warm embraces.
The musky scent of arousal pervades the air,
Her thighs damp and sticky with juices there.
"That was incredible, I'm utterly spent..."
In this quiet reverie, no need to explain,
She finds solace in simply feeling, not thinking, again.

She's lost in the moment, in this epic tale,
Of passion, of desire, that she couldn't derail.
Her hand still inside, she takes a deep breath,
Feeling sated, her worries put to rest.

But cravings stir, imaginings more perverse,
Of him taking her roughly, his manhood immersed.
"I need him to ravage me, stretch me asunder,
Pounding me senselessly until I'm torn plunder."
Visions of his thick shaft claim her completely,
Filling her to the brim, relentlessly, so deeply.
"I want to be split open on his stiff rod,
Screaming for more from my merciless god."

For in this moment, she's alive and free,
Her body, her mind, in perfect harmony.
She's found her release, her ultimate high,
"I can't wait to make it a reality, when next he's nigh."
Yet this carnal hunger stems from a void,
A primal desire she can't avoid.

To be desired, consumed with fervent want,
Is a craving this temptress won't ever daunt.
Beneath her bravado, a yearning for more,
To be cherished, possessed, her core to the core.
So she chases this rush, to sate and to feel,
An intimacy she fears is never quite real.

And she'll do it all again, without a single sigh,
Chasing ephemeral bliss that her passions can't deny.