Love Like the Stars

Posted on November 16, 2015July 24, 2017 by Jade A. Waters

Like a star you plummet—
Deep, dark
Heavy
The universe that stood between us
Filled, warm
The glisten of stars
Spins round
So fast
To feel the ache that fills you
Fills me
Pushes us;
Sweat like oceans
Sways with the tide,
Down your cheeks as you tire,
But the moon trembles
And cries for more
An eclipse
Of surrender
And like comets there is
A drizzle,
A dripping
Of the heavens
Between us.

I Imagine

Posted on November 6, 2015July 24, 2017 by Jade A. Waters

I imagine
Fucking you—
Lifting my skirt, straddling you
Settling over your
Hips and taking
Your cock in hand,
Plump, full
Glistening with that sweet drop
Of precome
Before I glide
Your beautiful length
Along my sticky lips,
The look on your face
Making my cunt seize
Just before I slide you in
And take you as far as I can.

I imagine
We’ll moan
You’ll be so deep inside,
I’ll dig my knees in the floor
So I can best thrust
Along your glorious length.
My hands will run
Up your chest,
Down your sides,
Fingernails digging when
That kiss of yours
Makes me fuck you
Harder,
Makes my pussy clench
With the way it feels to
Ride you.

I imagine
How we’ll knock
Against that floor,
You stretching me,
Hands on me,
Staring into my face
As I thrust down,
Back up, and god,
You feel so good.
Gasps spring from our lips
And your body tightens
When I grasp your arms
As firmly
As my cunt grips you,
Then take one last, hard rock
To send us into bliss.

I imagine
We’ll lie there
For a while
Hearts pounding,
Breath wild
Bodies lifting, shaking
And tingling.
The sweet fluid
Of us drips
Down all over our floor.
You kiss my fingers,
Nibble them as you grin
Both of us are sated, trembling, happy
Still
Until, I imagine
We try it once more.

Sunset

Posted on September 21, 2015July 24, 2017 by Jade A. Waters

He puts his hand on my thigh
And I feel my heart
Stop
He shouldn’t do this to me
Smooth palm, warm skin
Fingers making the slightest caress
And those eyes
Staring into me, reaching my soul.
“What do you think?” he asks.
I don’t know anymore
What the answer is
What he’s saying,
Are we talking about the sunset
Or the touch of his skin on mine?
It’s ridiculous how I
Lose myself with him,
How the sunset we’re watching
Pales
In comparison to those eyes
That hand, that mouth
Leaning into my ear.
“Well?” he whispers.
It’s not my heart that stops now
It’s my breathing.
I’m not breathing
I am holding here
Watching fingers curve over my thigh.
The rush of his breath on my cheek
Is sweeter than the golden glow
Of the horizon,
And I know I want all of him
His touch, his kiss
Basking with me here in this sunset.
So I raise my head,
Take a breath
Take this chance.
“It’s perfect,” I say,
And I lean in for the kiss
Radiating, golden and glorious
Beneath our sunset.

Bound

Posted on September 8, 2015July 24, 2017 by Jade A. Waters

“I want you,” she says.
She extends her palms
She is naked, crouched
On this hotel room floor,
And as she tilts her head
Her hair brushes
Over one of her nipples,
Red and hard, jutting out
From the flush of her breasts.
“Please,” she whispers.
Her belly tightens,
The flesh of her thighs shakes
When she rises to her knees,
But what strikes me most
Is the look in her eyes—
Deep, desirous, loving
Binding herself to me.

I unfasten my belt
Tug it off my hips,
Weave it round her wrists
As she asked me to do
When we arrived.
Her breath quickens
As does mine,
And once her hands
Are locked together
She wriggles closer,
Waiting while I unzip.
After I release myself
I take her belted wrists,
Guide them under my cock,
And sigh as her fingers
Instantly curl around me.

I cannot stop watching her
When she takes me
Hungrily in her mouth,
Seductive whimpers
Gusting out as her lips
Slide all the way along me.
She doesn’t flinch when she
Moves so quick I strike
The back of her throat.
She doesn’t do anything but smile
As she glides back and forth,
Fingers gripping me tight
Eyes promising, telling me
Everything as the moan
Falls from my lips.

“You are beautiful,”
I say, and she is—
The most beautiful goddess
I’ve ever known,
Her lips reddening as she sucks,
Her body trembling
Almost as much as mine.
The sounds of her mouth
Make me quiver,
Tingle, and gasp.
It’s when the pleasure
Rises that I pull away,
Taking her wrists and
Helping her off the floor.

I push her back on the bed
Hook her wrists round my neck,
And spread apart her legs.
I find her with my fingers—
Dipping them in, slipping them out,
Watching the look on her face,
The flicker of her eyes.
“I need you,” I say,
“Want you so much,”
And her head moves up and down
As I kiss her, then slide inside.
Her heat sucks me in,
Grasps me tight.

Her cries spill
Against my mouth
As I thrust, and inhale her scent.
I am drowning in this.
She shudders when she comes—
Eyes open and bright.
I see her love for me,
Feel my love for her, and
So I drive deep to show her—
I want to be bound
Like this, to her,
Forever.

Mine

Posted on August 14, 2015July 24, 2017 by Jade A. Waters

He comes to me
Naked,
Hands outstretched
Offering wrists
I’ve bound so many times,
Kissed so often
In this beautiful world we share.
“I am yours,” he says,
Kneeling and quiet,
Waiting
So I circle him, appraising
The strong width of his shoulders
The sheen of his skin
And the way his stomach
Flexes
When I move close,
But more than that,
The lift of his cock
Once I spread my feet
Just outside his thighs.

“Tonight I will fuck you,” I say,
“My way, until I come.”
He nods,
Stretches hands out farther
Between my knees,
Lifts his eyes
To my naked cunt,
And I can tell
By the look on his face
He doesn’t need me to bind him—
Not today.
He is mine.
I lace my fingers in his hair
Thrust myself against his lips
And close my eyes at
The instant way he slides his tongue
Along me.
He is eager, needing to please,
And doing it
Perfectly, deliciously well.

I clutch him closer
Loving the sound of his breath
In the smash of me to him.
He is good,
So good, tongue circling,
Sucking my clit, slipping inside
And making me gasp.
But when I come, he grins,
Little devil,
As if he thinks
He’s gotten away with something
I hadn’t planned.
Silly, silly boy.
I push him back,
Admire the hard length of his cock
And smirk.
He’s panting when I straddle him,
Louder even when
I slip him inside, and it’s clear
He’s not deserving. Not just yet.

Of course, he feels incredible
But I won’t move—
Not while he’s wriggling
Or giving me that look.
I told him how this would be.
So, with him throbbing
I rub my clit,
Throw back my head
And give a good show
Of making myself come.
He tenses, teeth digging in his lip
And when I ask, “Well?” he whispers,
“Yes, I am yours,” before his cock
Lurches, as if with certainty,
Inside of me.
I take a good, strong grind,
Savoring his desperate moan
And then—only then—do I begin
Fucking
This delightful little lover of mine.

Aurora

Posted on August 4, 2015July 24, 2017 by Jade A. Waters

I wonder how long I'll write about you
It's not that I love you anymore
But you've seeped in somehow
Made yourself part of my being for a lifetime.
We were this thing
This magic
Like the thicket that grew round Aurora's palace
Thorny vines weaving their spell
Around a complicated love
Filled with discovery and lust
But tortured all the same.
I wouldn't do it differently
And yet I feel sometimes
This residual spark inside
Too hot to the touch
Too good
Too dangerous
And filled with the memory
Of how I almost lost myself with you,
Could have forgotten who I really was
Because it was so easy
When I was with you.

Don't worry
I'm not pining.
I'm more into
Knowing I won’t be lost
Inside a love that was so good
But filled with jagged edges, too
I'm sure that if I ever ran into you again
And you laid it on like you do—
That voice of yours
Those eyes that stared right into me
Those hands that touched like
They knew every pore and wanted
To live as part of me forever—
Yes, I know I'd smile and walk away
Because I have to
No matter how long I might pause to consider you, that,
Us
Addiction is addiction
You were my addiction
And as much as I long and burn
For what that felt like
I can't lose myself again.

So I guess that's why,
Sometimes,
I write about you
I write about us
I write about those feelings that
Woke parts of me so long sleeping
High up in that palace.
It's because that
Was a story made for reading
So many times over,
But fairy tales aren't meant
For real life,
They aren't meant to continue.
They're meant to be savored, cherished,
Remembered,
But inevitably
They're meant to be closed, shelved,
And thought of on occasion
Putting a smile on the lips
And a patter in the heart
Before real life continues on
Without them.

Monday

Posted on July 20, 2015July 24, 2017 by Jade A. Waters

It’s Monday
So I know you know
What that statement means:
The blare of alarm
The blinding sun
Oh fuck me
Time for work.
But what you don’t know
As I’m stretching out
Trying to wake myself up
In a jumble of sheets I
Somehow wrapped around my limbs,
Is what happens next
On this particular Monday

Which is rather spectacular.

You see
That alarm makes its shrieking sound
And I slap it with a grunt,
But then Maxwell slithers up behind me.
He buries his lips
In the crook of my neck
And despite the tangle of the sheets,
He’s found his way in
Hard cock against my ass
As his fingers find my clit,
And I know in about
Five seconds
That this Monday isn’t going to be
Like that.

Also, that I won’t need coffee.

“Happy Monday, baby,” he says,
Fingers massaging my swollen clit
Before he slips them down and inside of me.
“Mmmm,” he says,
As he props himself up,
Sweeps aside my hair
And bites the back of my neck.
“Hi,” I murmur,
Because he’s thrusting fingers in and out
Cock rolling up against them
From his position behind me,
And I wonder how the sun
Can be so painfully blinding
But the ache in me so good.

Maxwell knows what he wants on a Monday

So he gathers my hair in his hand
And tugs it, hard
While he bites my neck again
And shoves his cock inside.
I’m awake, so awake,
He’s buried to the hilt
Just listening to me breathe.
“Good morning,” he says.
I arch back my hips
Because words are lost on me right now.
He sweeps fingers over my clit
And then he starts to move
Really move
Driving hard and deep.

Pleasure hits me brighter than the sun.

I whimper when I come
And Maxwell holds me tight
Fucking me so hard
It’s as if he’s been away for years,
Though he’s been in my bed all night.
I wish I could describe
How hard I’m shaking
When he thrusts in,
Groans
And fills me with his heat.
It’s the best kind of caffeine,
Revving us both up
As we lay here,
Panting.

I’d tell you I hate Mondays but I’d be lying

Because we stay there for a while
His fingers sliding up my stomach
Lightly stroking my skin
Teasing my nipples,
His kisses playing over my neck
While the juices of our Monday morning
Slip out of me and over us,
Just before the snooze alarm
Starts to scream.
Maxwell leans over me,
Turns it off,
Runs his hand along my side
And plants a kiss on my cheek,
Then says again,
“Happy Monday.”

And I’ll tell you—yes it is, indeed.

Trust Me

Posted on July 9, 2015July 24, 2017 by Jade A. Waters

“Do you trust me?” he asks.
Of course I do
It's him
But then he's always had a way of testing me
Teasing me
Making sure I understand
Just how deep his love goes
How deep he can go.
“Yes,” I say,
Feeling the flutter of my belly
As he tightens the leather round my wrists.
He's had me here for so long
Yet not long enough.
When he tugs those straps tighter,
I can feel his cock thickening
Against my hip,
And the sweet rush of his breath
Along my neck.

“Are you sure, gorgeous?”
These words are half whisper,
Half growl
Because he’s dragging his nails along my sides
Down to my ass
Grasping it, hard
Before spinning me around.
I am useless, hands locked
Body folded over our bed,
While his teeth nip at my back.
He curves his hand over one cheek,
Tentative, waiting, then lifts it
In a promise to strike.
So I say,
“Yes, yes, I do,”
And he brings it down
Hard and sharp,
Making me jump
With an easy whimper
Which, of course,
Makes him do it again.

For the next several minutes
I fist the blanket and moan to
The glorious raps of his palm
Over my ass,
And when I grow very still,
He stops to slip his hand between my thighs,
Whispering, “Angel, oh angel…”
Before working his fingers inside.
I’m gasping into the comforter
Long before he spreads apart my thighs
To bury his cock
All the way inside, because,
As usual
He’s made it impossible to see straight.
But do I trust him?
Good god, yes.
Forever and always
Trust him to fuck me like I need to be fucked
Long and hard
Right there on our bed—
Which is exactly what he does.

Once I come
I’m blissed out
Weak,
Still panting a bit,
But he shows me then
Just how much I can trust him
To love me like I need to be loved
Because
He gathers me up into his arms
Flips me over
Stretches me out
And pushes my bound hands up over my head
As stares into my eyes,
Then he trails his fingers
Down my belly
And into the quivering slick of my cunt
Before smiling and whispering,
“Again?”

Because of the Way He Held Me

Posted on July 3, 2015July 24, 2017 by Jade A. Waters

Two silhouettes in a room
Filled with smoke, voices loud
He came to me, cornered me
Whispered, “Won’t you come with me?”
His arm twining round my waist, pulling me close
And I did, knowing for certain
It would be because of the way he held me.

Our dance began—magnificent, tremendous,
Two rushing rivers of lust,
Two colliding powers of desperate force.
When he stared into my eyes, I saw everything—
The world, the stars, the secrets to our souls.
It was all wrong
It was so right
But it was because of the way he held me.

Together, we moved
Hips joined, breaths one
A fire so deep the earth trembled, rolled, split open
A tsunami of sensation crashing over him, over me
Over us.
We were the tide, controlling rivers, lakes, and oceans,
We were the universe
All because of the way he held me.

In the dark of the night, we lingered close
His words more whispers, his fingers tracing swirls
Over the tender spread of my hips—
“Because you’re mine,” he’d say.
And I would cave, succumb
And feel
Making wrong a broken word I didn’t understand
Because this was right
And all because of the way he held me.

Now, the wash of memory sweeps across a distant shore
But his hands are still on me, his lips still near
The brand of a lifetime
So deep in these pores.
And I know it will be this way,
A long, long while
Because of the way he held me.

He’s Got Her

Posted on July 3, 2015July 24, 2017 by Jade A. Waters

He's got her
Spread out
Naked
Her limbs stretched across this bed
Wrist to headboard
Foot to base
But this has nothing to do with
That.
It's the way he looks at her
The way he sees inside her soul,
The way his fingers dig
So deep inside her cunt,
Finding her secrets
Her truths
And all her dreams,
With the flick of his wrist and a glint in his eyes.
She thinks for a moment
It's not right that he can do this,
Not right that he can take her
From cynical to believer in seconds
But he does,
Every time he holds her
Kisses her
Loves her.
This is what she realizes
As he circles her clit with his tongue
And drives those fingers inside;
He's got her,
Caught her,
Ensnared her heart and soul in his net
For a lifetime to come
Because it’s supposed to be,
Was meant to be.
It is.
So when he thrusts into her,
Grunting, bearing, deep and loving,
She knows—
This love he takes from her
This love she freely shares,
It was never hers to give in the first place
Because she’s always
Belonged to him.

LOVE LIKE THE STARS

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Jade A. Waters

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I IMAGINE

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SUNSET

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BOUND

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MINE

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AURORA

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MONDAY

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TRUST ME

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BECAUSE OF THE WAY HE HELD ME

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HE'S GOT HER

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