You make me crazy, this wanton depiction of youth– mine gone into sunset, relived through the photography of a young man with a hard cock. Cunt fingers in the sliding culture of pussy love. Show me those rose bud sluts in October nights. On the street sexual beginnings full of cause and want. A tight debate with a bitch possessing the breath of sun and strong thighs turns my fantasy into orgasms like water.

Still frames of girls I’ll never be–pushing weight, drip and glide longer than life will allow in these moments I swallow your deep heavy imagery. My tongue full– causing want, to feed a girl, blindfold and grind commands of tales that moan. Lifted eyes refrain form slow warm pools of porn, reaching sweet anxiety, my mouth drops open, spreading throbs for your sliding tip. Pulling moans of intricacies of my day, fuck fuck– masturbate your reverberating ways.

Your archive shows, pictures manuscripts photography– pulls, kicks, breaths, chokes with a significant mission and a rare release of milky rain and sunshine nightmares. Thank you for those shards of anticipation soaked in wander land of liberation perpetually sexual symbolic in girth.

Yours,
Library Vixen

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image by Tsuru

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• Letters to Tsuru by Library Vixen
• Photography: Kewpie Goes A-Streakin’!
• Interview with Flotilla lead woman & nude model Veronica Charnley
• Hipstamateur Porn!
• Photography & Centerfold: Our Nudiecrane Of The Month, Crystal! Up Against The Wall…
• The Dirtiest Crossword Puzzle Ever.
• Photography: Gorgeous Killers by Jaycinista!
• A Quick Hit of Candy (proof that the best camera is the one you are carrying)
• Photography: Kristin on a Late Fall Afternoon
• Our December Calendar Girl
• And a very special Thank You to our readers…………….

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Now… hop to it!!!

shards of perpetual sexuality exploring girth and inches
a symbolic flesh beatdown explained my nakedness
solid blocks of matter holding friction and breaths
accessible dreams linger, measuring the source of falling stars

open hands and mouth fuck cock and feel fingers in my culture of pussy love
slut opens her mouth for a moment strong- with a deep swallow
clasped, harder around the mouth that peaks– logic crawls in his jeans
monumental motions fuck hidden oceans making my surrounding grow

beautiful working slut fumbling for memories of our elastic night
“choke me” whispered the slut- my melded tears of trash living in strange times
evaluate my strength, grace, solidity– shelve my distracted to concentration
erotic dreamers unbutton and display commitment and dissemination

bitch with the breath of rosebuds and sunshine– she grinds images
debates the sun, spreads her thighs, feeds her man until she moans
close slits of eyes– the weight fills in gliding long movements pour into her
spreading realized throbs rock perfectly inside twirling pools

accumulating on bookshelves
slipping between pages
where particles matter
evaluate the representation

of my need

image source needed

voices through string and cans
across miles– connection
peaks crawls– low rise
just past 3 AM the ocean fills
roars into the bedroom– cool air wash my skin
memories not yet had– are dreamed of

image by Mikey McMichaels

hands that climb
summit is a street
were birds live
and love creeps

constriction of flow
sigh choked whisper
air recede- broken
between parted lips

image by Kevin Loreaux

One from the weekend.

Crazy, delirious, delicious and scrumptious my pussy be. Late to sleep–early to wake, smile still across my face, my buttons pushed in all the right ways. Spread. Splayed. Pounded. Rock solid I made he, lips slide from crown and down.
His salacious curve hits the spot, my pages slip with a grease like slick. Open to the opportunity. Thick with possibility.

Yes…I got to worship at one very lovely cock late last night and in return for my devotion I received a good solid pound. A lot of juicy flowing words, wet between my legs, fingers explored, tongue and mouth devoured my pages. Just what this build up of a week needed. Insatiable cunt flirt gets her fill.

We have been flirting for about three weeks-on and off, but the last three days are the perfect post-post modern tale of tail. I proves that words and poetry can still swoon a girl. Coming to me in 75 characters or less, text message poetry, that made me wet.

Me: Like a bee to honey I thee be, sipping from your solid tree. Slipping through my slick pages,with your thick stick make me rock and kick.
He: Your honey drizzles down my lips and chin, the delectable taste, my favorite sin, gaze transfixed, my throbbing head sliding in.
Me: My button obvious and detectable, rising inside my drizzle in wait of your hard fucking chisel. Drive me mad make me sizzle, lips around your beam locked in a honey dream.
He: Beam rising falling chiseling away, sculpting deeper harder thick in the fray, honey squeezed dribbling covering our play, button dancing ecstasy nothing to say.
Me: Words pass unheard as I buck and sway. Your throbbing thick dick digs deep just the right way, Dribbling and slobbering around your tree bring you close to spray.
He: Cock slowly removed, sweet nectar’s flow. Honey squirts and splurts, soaking crown to toe. Luscious dripping branches sway, reminiscing thoughts from today.
Me:Vector like nectar hit my splay. Spread me with your head like pages already read. Wet slick hit me with your sugar stick make me lose my spectrum to your flow.
He:Your spectrum enveloped panting and wheezing. My stick forcing eruptions teasing and pleasing. Member throbbing ripe, halo bobbing on pipe.
Me: My fruit ripe and accepting to your pipe warm and fluid flow without disruption, lead to spasm, orgasm and eruption.

It was a nice solid fuck, just like I was needing. No one or the other in control. Control flew around the room, catching here and there, taken by one and then given to the other. Fluid draining, star capturing orgasms. Inspired with the depth of your cock. Reaching my limit with the flick of your tongue and the plunging of your fingers, that ended with a nice splash of hot cum across my ass.