A Blank Canvas - Sex Stories

A Blank Canvas

She is my vision

of perfect beauty

Her ass a blank canvas

stretched before me

Awaiting my delectable

yet powerful input

Will I paint in broad strokes

with paddled leather

or narrow stripes of fiery red?

Or perhaps

hundreds of tiny pink points

shaped like the constellations

at the behest of my hands ?

Her plump clouds

of pure white skin

now stand testament

to her desire within

will result in

a masterpiece

of pleasure and pain

For now she will

carry its beauty

We lay in the aftermath

Both still coming... down

Slowly starting to catch

our breaths

Basking in a euphoria

as our hearts still pound

to a sound

An intimate rhythm

that’s so unique.

There is nothing that

can really compare

Such raw passion

in its purest form

Delicate Intimacy

Is what we shared