If Cervix Is High And Closed At 7 Dpo

At the candlelight

On a chair near the bed, a candle burns. A simple candle, glued to the wooden seat with the softened wax. A candle that his saliva droplets that freeze along the stem. As if they want to run died en route ...

Above me the ceiling black. And your face, cut by the fire of the candle. This dance, stirred by our breath knotted. Warm for a while voluptuous ...

I close my eyes to try to slow the progression of your sex in mine. Once snug in my case, you do not move more than kiss. Your lips sealed with mine, you kiss. You taste in my mouth ... You eat ... First small light kisses, you crunching the corner of my lips. Then, greedy, your lips hapent mine. Your tongue finds its way between my lips, open them ... Our tongues touch, tangle, coil up ... You devour my mouth with a delicious sensuality ...

And I see your face, illuminated by the flickering light. You kiss me like you made love to my mouth, eyes closed, his features sometimes calm, gentle and tender, sometimes mysterious, passionate, almost savage ...

I close my eyes, my turn earned by the lasciviousness of the kiss ... The feeling takes me. In the pit of my stomach, a ball of heat. My body vibrates. My flower gets wet ... When your lips leave mine for a split second, are deep sighs and groans welling ... My muscles tense in my body. Your kiss makes me love ...

And your sex, still motionless in the depths of my cave wet, feel the stirrings of my orgasm born when your kiss will bite ...

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Letter to Wolf

My Loup

Have you seen it in my eye, this little light? This confusing mix of tenderness and perversion? Did you see that deep down in my eyes from me, the sweetness and obscenity Me engaged in a duel with you constantly and I am unable to predict ... which will win?

I looked at you ... I watched your mouth and I could not figure out if I had more desire to deposit a slight kiss on the lips of silk or feel your tongue explore my gender as our kisses were already in turmoil ... I watched your smile, and I loved the sweetness, the gentle kindness ... A smile that promised sweet kisses on my shoulders of woman you would be relieved of my hair silky ... A smile enveloping sensuality ... But I also liked that predatory smile that later, cracked lips, and which suddenly made me a little helpless lamb ... Lamb that you would eat, it was no doubt ... Ewe who can not resist your mouth wolf as it seems made for fun ...

I looked at your hands and I imagined them to cut under my breasts. I was shocked when you've put on my face, to stroke it tenderly. And your eyes at this point, have melted my heart ... And when the pads of your fingers is down in my neck, I was purring with happiness ... You also teased me by telling me that my face was radiant with a blissful quite charming ... And this gentle heat, when you put your hands on my hips to tease you cons ... But my confusion was equally great when, in my brown curls, your fingers are closed more tightly to immobilize my head while you plate a greedy kiss on my mouth ... I even found it hard to contain a moan of pleasure when your fingers pinched the nipple, which, despite the fabric seemed to draw your attention ...

And maybe the perfect balance that I lose ... Yes, that I will lose, because whatever you do, no matter things that you ask, desire arises in me. And I have only one desire: to surrender to this flow that I have more and more difficult to contain ...

Your angel distraught

Palpationsshoulderpain

In the dark I would invent

Her long nimble fingers were busy setting aside the lace of my panties. The skirt pulled high on her thighs and her head thrown back, I had long since given up watching the film, which paraded on the screen before us and assured my sighs and groans of my getting lost in a hubbub of dialogue and music ...

eyes closed to fully enjoy the pleasure I get from his fingers searched my privacy - as if all that happiness might escape through my eyes open - but to help see the few people present with us in the tiny screening room, I had gradually left the indecency of the situation melt my will ... Now will that flowed like honey flavored and moistened my flower petals that unfolded and smoothed his fingers ...

His mouth gave my neck a while to get close to my ear: "Take off your pants ..." The tone was gentle but firm. The tone of the man who states the obvious. And it did. I was going to remove my panties in this room where I might at any moment to surprise me by the looks of other people present, because I had requested. His hand left the muggy heat of my sex to allow me to slightly raise the buttocks and slide the piece of lace along my thighs, then my legs ... After lifting your feet one after the other, I handed him the object of the crime he hastened sniff ...

"You smell of sex." He said. And his words flowed on my lips like a hot lava ... "You're wet, your pants are soaked. My fingers too ..." He looked into my eyes then, provocative, he licked his fingers, a few moments ago, applied to well up in my belly this fragrant dish. Despite the darkness of the room, my cheeks red empurpled not escaped him. "Yes, red ... Are not you ashamed of wetting and, in public? To fill the room with the fragrance of your cat hungry? To want to enjoy with all these people around who could surprise you?" As I stammered low so, blushing to the roots of hair, he grabbed my hand and placed it on the bump that distorted his pants ... "You see the effect you do to me, little bitch? Feel how you make me bend ..."

Then he took my hand until my fingers were able to taste the pleasure of visiting the force that had caused our little games. He suspected that I was itching to touch his tail up by my immodesty, but he heard much more ... He put my hand on the armrest and forbade me to move it away ... "Look at you," he ordered me ... My eyes fell again on the screen for that his fingers were busy sliding against my button already erected a curious object in the smooth form, as big as its index. The freshness of the subject surprised me. When I tried to look down to see what it was, I heard his voice: "I told you to look at the screen ..." The tone was both amused and farm ... I obeyed, choosing to give myself completely to him ...

Minutes spun, and nothing happens. Once again, I tried to look away from the screen - to watch his eyes Wolf, this time - but it reminded me to order. I resigned myself ... I concentrated my attention again on the screen, so I end up a little interested in the story that unfolded before my eyes ...

I almost forgot this little object he had tucked into my privacy when a vibration took me by surprise and snatched a little cry ... It only lasted a few seconds, but managed to make me groan when I did not succeed in retaining the sounds that came out of my throat. Two faces turned toward me. Confused and ashamed, I pretended look at the screen. When I felt the eyes looking back at the screen, I looked at him. He ignored me, pretending to watch the movie ... I opened my mouth to speak, but the vibration continued, snatching another moan as I managed to stifle burying my head in her neck ...

"Let yourself go, my Angel ... Be indecent, immodest ... let me hear the sound of your enjoyment ..."