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All you got is this moment. Twenty first century is yesterday.
You can care all you want. Everybody does. Yeah, that’s ok.
So slide over here and give me this moment. Your moves are so raw. I‘ve got to let you know. I need you tonight.
I need you tonight. I am not sleeping. There’s something about you that makes me sweat!
How do you feel? I’m lonely.
What do you think? Can’t think at all!
Whatcha’ gonna do? Gonna live my life.
You are one of my kind. I got to let you know. I need you tonight!
“Lonely is the night when you find yourself alone.
Your demons come to light and your mind is not your own.
Lonely is the night when there’s no one left to call, (except for Sky). You feel the time is right–say, the writing’s on the wall”
You know you need me. You need to get down and dirty with me tonight. No matter how late, just pick up the phone. Don’t let those apartment walls feel like they are closing in on you. The only walls I want closing in around you, my baby, are my sweet pink walls. Call whenever you like. “It’s time you got to win.”
Life’s a headache at times. “Red lights, green lights, stop ‘n go jive. Headlines, deadlines jamming’ your mind.” Let my words take you for an erotic ride!
Call me baby, there’s so much we can do
“Nobody’s stopping’ you baby,” some role playing will do.
One whisper in your ear now baby, let me show what I can do
One kiss, now baby! Let me make it happen for you!
“No more sleeping’, wasting’ our time
Midnight creeping’s first on our minds
No more lazin’ ’round the tv
You’ll go crazy,” crazy for me!
Cum in your Sky…No More Lonely Nights!
Well come on you guys in Boston, well actually all you Red Sox fans,
“The time has come to get together” and celebrate winning the World Series.
“You gotta have a little rock ‘n’ roll music,” sex, and baseball to “get you through the stormy weather.”
Nothing feels as good as home town pride when your team wins the big one. Kind of like an orgasm, but the feeling lasts longer. Pride is “more than a feeling”
Boston, “don’t let your troubles get to you because win or lose it’s alright!” Boston loves their Red Sox, win or lose. But WINNING feels…SOOOOO Good! Celebrate! Buy your buddy a beer, fuck your girl all night long, or celebrate with me! Winning the World Series is “more than a feeling!”
“So come on, put your hands together” and cheer for the Boston Red Sox!
“You know it’s now or never” and more than a feeling of pride. “It’s Feelin’ Satisfied!” (just ask that old rock band, Boston, from the ‘70s)
Skylar
Skylar, you are a naughty witch. You bewitch me!
Dance with me to Frank and let me sing this magical melody in your ear tonight. Let me hold you close while I still have some control. Before I completely lose all my senses and end up in bed again with the smell of you on my sheets and the taste of you in my mouth. You are one sweet witch, Skylar.
“Those fingers in my hair. That sly come hither stare. That strips my conscience bare.
Its witchcraft!
And I’ve got no defense for it. The heat is too intense for it. What good would common sense for it do?
Cause it’s witchcraft, wicked witchcraft. And although, I know, it’s strictly taboo!
When you arouse the need in me, my heart says yes indeed in me. Proceed with what you’re leading me to.
It’s such an ancient pitch, but one I wouldn’t switch because there’s no nicer witch than you!”
Happy Halloween!
I captivate, mesmerize and bewitch!
Sexy blonde hair, “and ruby red lips. Sparks fly from her fingertips. Echoed voices in the night, she’s a restless spirit on and endless flight.”
Always looking for that next love, that next kiss, that man so easily seduced by my wicked seductive ways. He becomes spell bound and I charm him right out of his pants.
“Witchy Woman, see how high she flies. Witchy Woman, she’s got the moon in her eyes.”
I keep him “spellbound in the night, dancing shadows in the firelight.”
Happy Halloween
Love, Skylar
It is chilly out on the beach today. A large group of us are finished playing volleyball and starting to talk about making plans for tonight. All the ladies want you to pick her and take her out on the town. I see that you have a swarm of them surrounding you. If you have seen one dizzy blonde with fake tits on the beach, you have seen them all. You deserve better than that!
I just sit back and watch. I know you had your eye on me while we were playing volleyball. I seduce with my eyes and sexy curves. “Every girl wants you to be her man, but I’ll wait my dear ‘til it’s my turn” for your attention.
I just sit back and wait for you to come to me. With the first kiss, you will be mine. We can keep each other warm while we make-out on the beach. Then I want you to take me home, join me in a hot shower and then take me to my bed. You find me irresistible and soon you will find me irreplaceable.
“The tide is high but I’m holding on.
I’m gonna be your number one!
I’m not the kind of girl who gives up just like that
Oh, no!”
The beach is getting cold. Make your move soon. I am over here waiting for you, Baby.
Kisses,
Skylar
“Can you spend a little time?
I can make you glad you came.”
“The sun goes down, the stars come out. All that counts is here and now.” After spending a little time with me, your “universe will never be the same.” You are so glad you came.
I whisper in your ear to take off your pants and “turn the lights down low.” Put your hand on that shaft just so, and I’ll make you glad you came to spend a little a time with me.
After an explosive cum, you tell me, “You cast a spell on me. You hit me like the sky fell on me.”
I made you so glad you came.
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You and I are different in many ways, but we are amazing lovers. There is an unexplainable heat between us.
We walk holding hands. It is cold and windy. You hate the beach, but you take me to my favorite spot at the beach. “We stand in California with my toes in the sand.” Your nose is cold, so “use the sleeves of my sweater.”
“Let’s have an adventure. Head in the clouds but my gravity’s centered. Touch my neck and I’ll touch yours.” Wearing those “little high-waisted shorts” and a low cut sweater.
We stand and gaze deeply into each other’s eyes. The wind picks up and the rain clouds roll in. “The goose bumps start to raise. The minute that my left hand meets your waist, and then I watch your face. Put my finger on your tongue because you love the taste.”
Walking back to the car, you hold my hand. Baby, your hands are freezing. We stop. Place both your hands in the holes of my sweater.” Feel my warmth of skin under my sweater and take me off the beach back to our home where I don’t need my sweater.
“One love, two mouths
One love, one house
No shirt, no blouse”
You strip away my sweater and pour me into our bed. Inside of me is hot. Our passion ignites. You are now sweating as you pump into me even though “outside it starts to pour” as I pour my love juices all over you.
Love you,
Skylar
That was amazing sex! Don’t rush off. Spend the night. Wake up slowly in the late morning. Why in the world would you leave my bed after fucking me and after cumming just once? I am not done with you yet. I want more of you.
Let me wake you up in the morning, nice and slowly. First, you feel my lips wrapped around that shaft. Then you find that I have coffee and plan to make banana pancakes for breakfast.
You can watch make you banana pancakes wearing nothing but a little pair of boy shorts. I pour syrup on my big sexy nipples. You can lick it off and then kiss me. “This song is meant to keep you from doing what you’re supposed to” do. No work, no chores. “Pretend like it is the weekend.” You can’t get enough of me.
Now, I can’t think of anything more fattening that banana pancakes, take me back to bed and fuck me until we burn off every single one of those calories. Take me, love me, fuck me! Lay in bed with me all day.
There is no need to go outside. Let’s have breakfast in bed! Eating banana pancakes will give you the energy to fuck me again. Back to bed, eating banana pancakes and lying in bed all day “because I love to lay here lazy” with my hottie.
Skylar
I have a very naughty confession. I have more than a little school girl crush on one of my Psychology Professors. Yes I am hot for my teacher. I lust for his knowledge and his hands and mouth all over my naked body. I want him to take me to the highest sexual level.
He is of course, much older, slightly geeky, super smart, wears glasses, wicked unruly curly hair. I volunteered to work on a research project for him. I can’t go into details, but it is a sex study, so “then my homework was never quite like this!”
“I got it bad. I’m hot for Teacher. Got it so Bad!” My panties are always wet. I fantasize about him bending me over his desk in the lab and wildly fucking me. I know there is an exciting, sexy man with a big cock in his baggy pants, under that cool exterior. “I heard about your lessons, but lessons are so cold.” He is scholarly and speaks of sex in medical and clinical terms. Yet, there is this lustful twinkle in his eye. Eyes are windows to the soul. His eyes make me hot. I am hot for Teacher!
I am just a “little girl from Cherry Lane.” He shocks and titillates me. He shared an experience where a girl had the most intense orgasm of her life from having just her temples rubbed. His words were cold and factual, no emotion in his words, but his eyes gave him away. He was the man in his erotic tale. Professor, “How can you be so bold?” He shares the most provocative, erotic events that make Literotica look like a first grade reader.
“How did you know that Golden Rule?” Do on to others as you want done to you! I want amazing sex with my Professor. Want salacious mind blowing, earth-shattering, fucking miraculous sex with my Psychology Professor, PHD in Human Sexuality. Want him to teach me all his secrets for the best sex. Share your wisdom Teacher!
Oh Yes! I am Hot! Hot for Teacher!
Skylar
