Ridingwild:

ridingwild:

no one knew the pure animalistic bliss

of the reverse cowgirl ride

better than an untamed farm girl

ridingwild:

“bring champagne” she texted

“the condo is ours

we need to christen it!”

little did he know when she buzzed him in

that she’d be offering him something other

than a glass flute to drink from…

ridingwild:

she had heard them before, again and again

and the sounds they made were the stuff of wet dreams

and one night, when she could stand no more

she slipped into very little and peered through the portal

feeling her nipples rise, her clit swell and glisten

and when she saw the feverish woman

riding him in a pleading reverse arch

she bit her lips, swallowed hard

and slipped into the humid darkness

like the timid but starving wet wildcat she was

ridingwild:

there was nothing more heat inducing

than the feeling of his full broad length blanketing her

as his full girth and length savaged her swallowing hips

she felt completely loved

and protected by her man

while being ravenously fucked

by the wild animal within him

easilyaroused:

She, that little red riding crop Brer Werewolf at her stocking tops Beneath the tightened leather strop Of the basque of the houndervilles