Asea B Moore
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"A seed grows with no sound but a tree falls with huge noise. Destruction has noise, but creation is quiet. This is power of silence...Grow Silently" -Confucius
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DayCreaming PT 2
This was the moment when I knew I fucked up. The thought of letting your nut fall out of my mouth onto my breast was what I needed to do the trick. My chest arches forward off of the couch, and I climax with fireworks around me. Green, yellow, red, and a hint of orange light up underneath my eyelids. All of the tiny hairs on my body are erect while a wave rushes over. The music was suddenly silent, and all I could hear was my moans overpowering the melody. I couldn't help myself with one orgasm, so I had to spoil myself twice. The continuous wrist motion quickened, and 30 seconds later, an enormous wave crashed over. This was something I desperately needed and wanted until we met again. I notice the couch is moist from my body heat with my breast exposed. My underwear is nowhere in sight. My body is fully relaxed and centered, but I can't help feeling bad for pleasing myself without you. The ambiance is fitting and has the perfect mood for this occasion. I wish you were here, and so does my Yoni. It's only a matter of time when I finally get to express how I feel about you. When it comes to you, it's not just the sexual things, you know? You make me feel heard, needed, and safe. There are other things you do, but the three basics would make any woman's panties wet.
By Asea B Moore4 years ago in Filthy
Happy Devoted Birthday!
“Mom, are you sure grandma is ok to come home?” “Yes, Alicia, she is fine. Your dad picked her up from the nursing home yesterday so we could spend time with you on your birthday. Besides, it’ll be great since you haven’t seen her in a long time,” my mother said with an upbeat attitude. 12 years ago was the last time I saw my grandma, and we don’t have a great relationship. The last time I visited her, I had accidentally stepped into her rose garden to grab a soccer ball, and she was beyond livid. Once I retrieved the ball, she snatched me by my arm and threatened to eat my soul if I went near the garden again. I ran crying to my dad about it, but he shrugged it off, stating that grandma was just passionate about her garden. It might’ve been nothing to them, but for me, it was traumatizing. Sometimes she would call throughout the years to see how I was doing, but nothing more and nothing less.
By Asea B Moore5 years ago in Horror
DayCreaming PT 1
The things I think about when it comes to you. I think about you constantly and always wonder, what do you taste like? What does it taste like to take your strawberry-colored tongue in my mouth? The excitement of tasting your fingers after they've been inside of me. To lick your lips after you've licked my juices. These reoccurring thoughts sometimes keep me up at night. They just keep coming, and I can't get enough of them. I bought new bamboo bed sheets to help with the hot sleepless nights, but that doesn't seem to work this morning. My libido is high at 3 am, and I have to do something to take the edge off until we meet again.
By Asea B Moore5 years ago in Filthy
