You tell yourself it’s the last time as his lips release your breast with a smacking pop. Every time you leave his place with his come dripping down your thighs you tell yourself it’s over. You tell yourself no more late night conversations outlining your desire for each other, describing the how and the where but always waiting for the when. Waiting for the when when he can steal time away for the two of you; hours smuggled and hidden away like precious gems. After all, he’s a borrowed man and you know that he’ll be with her before the taste of him can fade from your lips. You tell yourself it’s the last time.

You tell yourself just one more time as the distance builds the ache between your legs. The fantasies and late night exchanges are ineffective against the cold sting of loneliness. Your skin vibrates with anticipation as the hour of your reunion draws near; another jewel for your hidden treasure. Your bodies are a frenzy of limbs pulling and pushing. Hands explore familiar territory, fingers drawing maps over hills and valleys, traveling south. His lips blaze a trail down your body as you drip desire for him. He plays your pussy like a finely tuned instrument, composing sonatas, arias, and symphonies with every masterful stroke of his hand and swipe of his tongue. Your body envelops him, wrapping him in velvety softness, taking him in to where you store your hidden treasures and the words you want to say but never do. He colors your insides with the warmth of his come, painting a picture that only you can see with every atom of your being. His eyes make promises that a borrowed man cannot keep and yet you drink them down like bitter whiskey. You have lain yourself bare but still so much is hidden.

You smuggle your new gemstone into your treasure chest, another jewel in a crown that will never be worn.

You tell yourself it’s the last time. You tell yourself just one more time.

You know it will never be the last time.

Huh? Pardon my ignorance but what is the point of the cut and pasting of horrible worse than fifty shades bad erotica from the internet?

Are you just sharing becoz you want to show us the horrendous writing that proliferated on the Net after the undeserved success of Fifty Shades of shit?

These are things that touch me @Ash1. No need to get nasty lol. I may like to read but I am not a writer. My actions express more than my text lol. I have never proclaimed to have written all my poems or jokes.

@Ash1 forgive me for wishing I could even try writing this so called erotica. Whether it is all u say is a matter of opinion.

Not being nasty. I just think you can read better quality erotica than the amateur crap that cropped up all over the Net after the undeserved success of Fifty shades of shit. Hell, you'll be better of reading that Mills & Boon shit

Ash, no no no.

50 Shades of Grey, all three in the trilogy, was prescribed reading for virtually every husband of a frustrated wife all over the world.

I found it excellent reading, entertaining, edge of my seat stuff, never knowing which new trick is about to be sprung on me.

For us guys not as long in the industry like your esteemed self, spare a thought as to how we can get access to soft porn with our women's wholehearted approval. Not to mention being able to buy the DVD and watch it over and over again.

And for the music lovers :
Love me like you do
Crazy in Love

To name but two of the masterpieces ?

Sir, I respectfully suggest that you go and read all three books, look at the movie and listen to the songs. Open your heart and 50 shades will flutter in....

BTW, if Christian Grey was was not a billionaire, 50 Shades would be an Criminal Minds episode ....

LOL