#kinkyinterlude

Slither of static in the plum-

Sweet dark? The velvet

Stroke of words that warm

Like little fires— to be desired

To crave, the weight of waiting

Fingers that search for

A release when you know

That is hours and miles and

Years away— the keening of

That forgotten animal always

make me dream,

and long

and bleed

for taste and scent,

sweet as honeysuckle;

for the soft sight of red light

glowing off your skin.

reflect onto me,

become my moon;

pull me without touch.

I am the tide at your mercy,

crashing waves on distant shores.

I am salt and sound.

I am crying

for more.

-Tidal Force-

*drum roll*

the first

Kinky Freestyle Interlude Prompt!

A quick, no-hassle, no-rules writing prompt to be used whenever and however you like as inspiration for your next piece of erotic writing to be featured on PSR.

And the prompt is...

'no touching'

Think it, feel it, write it, tag it #kinkyinterlude and we will feature it on PSR.

I unzip, unbutton, undress for your eyes to behold soft pink, Red Vines dangling in my mouth, puckered lips sucking, moving towards you  for a taste but touch, you may not as I control this pace

You may, take a bite of the end of this sweet rope; watch me as I unfold into bed

hands wandering  eyes pleading mouth opening, soft moans

fingers gliding, ooh la la clenched body hips twitching seismic waves rippling in between

I close my eyes Lick my lips Waiting

The heat of your body Seeps into my skin

My heart speeds Breath catching

Your exhalation swirls Across my skin Sending shivers down my spine Igniting fire in my veins

I got the sweet deep heat of your scent up into my snout, and so I’m trailing along the tail of your path, hunting something. I am restless and relentless and lost, and there can be no other compass than the rich, red taste of you; here. now. raw, inside my mouth.

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One look and yearning becomes apparent,

iris to iris carnal messages are sent,

every second increasing the torment,

Thoughts of clothes falling to the floor,

hidden behind a closed door,

moans begging for more.

Yet we impatiently wait,

we share a dessert plate,

A sweet little kitty who deserves love

Soft and silky, you know she likes to play

She's rambunctious at the end of the day

Pet her kindly and she will treat you well

But if you're unkind the price paid is hell

Your full attention is her curt demand

She will see just how much you can stand

She's waiting patiently for you to sin