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myredbike: Break me She whimpered oh so deliciously. It was quiet and desperately needy. Every little moan escaping her luscious lips rushed straight to my throbbing cock. It drove me insane. I fucked her with such ferocity that I thought I’d split
myredbike: Into the unknown “What do you want to do the most?” he asked while removing his jacket and placing it carefully on the bed. “I want to please you,” she replied, sitting naked on the chair. “Are you prepared to do everything that involves?”
myredbike: Drunken hotel sex She’s going to be so pissed, he thought to himself while trying to focus on the door lock. He could barely stand. The room numbers in front of him kept blending into each other. 832. 238. 382. He reached for the door handle
myredbike: A simple answer “I don’t have long, smooth legs like some other women. Isn’t that what you like?” she asked him quietly. “I don’t have full, perky breasts that look great in a swimsuit. Wouldn’t you rather be with a woman who
myredbike: “Anyone can fuck. Most can talk a good game. But that’s missing the point. It’s about nurturing her sometimes fragile heart, stimulating her thirsty mind while at the same time using her body in ways that will make her blush even days
myredbike: When we have friends over I want you to be your charming, funny and generous self. After they leave I want you to bend over, look back at me and tell me to fuck you into unconsciousness. When we go on our trip I want to hold your hand. I want
myredbike: Her eyes closed and she entered a different world. She felt him moving fast inside her. Stretching her, pushing her. She held on for support, moans rhythmically escaping her open mouth. Her eyes remained closed as she took in his scent.
myredbike: “When you look at her from across the room and a simple wink makes her blush out of control then you know you’ve fucked her properly.” Copyright © Dirty Romantic - Tales of Love, Lust & Loss
myredbike: “Whose slut are you?” The words shot right through her. From her head down to the dripping occurring between her legs. She tried to speak but all she could manage was a combination of a sigh and a moan. She looked into his eyes and the
myredbike: I love hard That’s just how I am. It’s who I am. And I make sure it’s known. I say it. I show it. If I need to, I scream it. I’m not ashamed to admit that. I’m not one of those men who keep things bottled up. Who try to find ways
myredbike: I didn’t go out looking for her. I didn’t ask, pray or even hope for her. To be honest, I didn’t think I needed her. I thought I had what I wanted. It didn’t make sense to search for her. Why should I have been? I was perfectly happy.
myredbike: He didn’t want to wake her. For once he hoped she would stay asleep. He had laid down behind her some time ago and was still wide awake as he watched her. Her body moved rhythmically with the sound of her breath. Peaceful. Calm. Carefree.
myredbike: I put my cards on the table. At the beginning I kept a few hidden up my sleeve. Just in case. You never know. It was a case of protection and self preservation. But I realized very quickly that I had to reveal them all. I had to show her
myredbike: It’s time Tick tock. Tick tock. Time ticks away whether you like it or not. Just because you don’t watch the arms on the clock move from minute to minute or don’t hear the ticking of the seconds on your wristwatch, doesn’t mean it’s
myredbike: Awkward but honest I know these words will reach you sooner or later, one way or another. Please excuse their clumsiness. Don’t hold it against me if I seem to try a little too hard these days. We both know why that is and what has brought
myredbike: Because we all need to know Wake me up in the middle of the night and whisper it to me because you can’t wait until the morning. Let me feel it with the touch of your caring hand on my skin when the stresses of daily life tear at me. Write
myredbike: When she’s away I think about her every minute of every waking hour. I have no proof but I’m convinced I also do so in my sleep. I miss the sound of her voice. I try to replay something she said in my head. It never quite works because
myredbike: Come away with me - Just you and I Let’s leave it all behind. All of it. Every possession and material thing. None of it is that important anyway. Those are just restraints preventing us from moving forward. We will have everything we truly
myredbike: Ask me Ask me what I would do to have your smile warm my heart during those times when life is just about surviving. Ask me what I would give to feel your hand on my cheek when comfort is so badly needed. Ask me what I would trade to hear
myredbike: Oh, dear heart I promised to protect you. I claimed I would watch over you day and night. But I realize that I have failed you. I did not see it coming. I was not aware that it was even possible for me to lose you. There had been no signs
myredbike: The promise of one day His hands have not moved across her skin - not yet. His eyes have not stared at her from morning until night - not yet. His fingers have not run through her wild hair - not yet. His lips have not explored her delicate
myredbike: Subtle signs “What are you waiting for?” she asked. He looked at her from across the table. A look of confusion passed over his face. He wasn’t quite sure what she meant. “You might not get this chance again, you know,”
myredbike: It’s about time He couldn’t believe it. How did he get here? As much as he tried, he couldn’t remember. But here he was, between her legs about to run his tongue along her glistening slit. He looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed,
myredbike: Do you like to watch? Come in and don’t talk. Take off your coat and your shoes. Slip off your top and your skirt. But leave on your underwear. Then sit on that chair with your legs slightly apart. Put your hands on the armrests and wait.
myredbike: Love grows from misery They found each other when all hope was gone. Two souls wanting the same thing but asking the wrong people for it. Wrong time. Wrong place. Wrong everything. The last, final glimmer of hope was about to get extinguished…
myredbike: “Love is not just about romantic dates and flowers, walks in the moonlight or long weekends away. It’s about doing what needs to be done when life seems too messed up to ever get better. It’s about being there when nobody else is.
myredbike: “Love can get complicated when it shouldn’t. People let all kinds of things mess with it. Some big, some small, but all unnecessary. Love is such a pure feeling. There’s nothing quite like it. But it can so easily get tarnished.
myredbike: MenMen sometimes get too much of a hard time for being insensitive, for not paying enough attention or for not listening. Yes, we can get distracted by trivial things and some of us have difficulty verbalizing how we feel. But that doesn’t
myredbike: “You think you’re not good enough. You think you’re not worth it. You’re looking at it the wrong way. The issue is not with you. You are good enough. You are worth caring for. The problem is you’re wasting your time on the wrong
myredbike: “Her mouth said ‘I’m too sore. I can’t have another one’. But her eyes pleaded ‘Don’t believe the words I’m saying’. I decided not to listen to her mouth. Her wet pussy oozing all over my face again proved that I made the
myredbike: Life changes They stood and looked at each other, just like they had done so many times before. But on this occasion it was very different. “We always knew this day would come, didn’t we?” he said looking straight into her eyes. “Yes,
myredbike: ”I’m tired of running, she said. I don’t have any energy left for it. This endless searching has worn me out. He closed his arms around her and as she shut her eyes and breathed in his smell, so new and yet oddly familiar, she realized
myredbike: “Lock your fingers into mine. Let my lips blend into yours. Listen to our hearts as they sync into just one gentle but powerful beat. Close your eyes and feel our bodies merge. It’s at that moment when all layers and walls are dropped
myredbike: “I’m too tired, she said, it’s late. That’s fine, I replied, how about I just spoon you for a little bit? Some time later she pulled her flushed face from the pillow, with her clit still throbbing and my cum oozing out of her and sighed,
myredbike: ”You’ve had a long week. Take a seat and relax while I make you dinner. I’ll cook your favorite meal and serve it to you with the perfect wine. I’ll bring you an indulgent dessert, flirt shamelessly with you and take care of all the
myredbike: ”I don’t care about a spark. I don’t want a fire. I expect a fucking inferno. I want to be engulfed in flames. To be scorched through my flesh and bones down to the very core of my being. I need my body in a constant state of fever and
myredbike: “She considered herself to be complicated and so difficult to understand. She wasn’t. All she wanted was to be kissed gently, fucked hard and for her hair to be played with as she fell asleep. It was really quite simple.” Copyright
myredbike: “Gentle kisses feel softer after rough fucking.” Copyright © Dirty Romantic - Tales of Love, Lust & Loss
myredbike: “She said she didn’t want to and claimed not to be in the mood. I slid my hand inside her panties. My soaked fingers proved she was a pouty little liar.” Copyright © Dirty Romantic - Tales of Love, Lust & Loss
myredbike: My safe placeCome to me, open your arms and let me inside. I need to rest my body and all the weight of the world I’ve piled up on these shoulders. I’m a man who constantly pushes forward, who is the rock for those around him. But on this
myredbike: “I kissed her and all the pain went away. The scars disappeared and the screaming demons withdrew. I didn’t know how long it would last or even if it was just an illusion. But in that moment, that healing, invigorating split second in
myredbike: ”Mark me,” she said. “Show me that I only belong to you.” Quite some time later I stood up and looked at her. Imprints of my teeth were burned into her thighs like branding marks. I could see the outline of my hand slowly beginning
myredbike: “What an epiphany it is when you realise that what you thought was just pure, uncontrollable lust completely driven by cravings of the flesh, has actually been transformed to good old fashioned love without you even noticing. That’s when
myredbike: True love With real love you don’t have to ask if it’s worth it. You don’t have to convince yourself to do what you know you should do. It’s not forced or an obligation. You do it because you want to without even a second thought. You
myredbike: “She curled up in my arms, closed her eyes and let out a gentle sigh. Only a few moments later she was fast asleep. I looked at my angel’s peaceful face and knew then that everything would end up alright.” Copyright © Dirty Romantic
myredbike: “I wanted to kiss her with the purely selfish intention of needing to satisfy my carnal desires. Her flesh was all I was interested in. But then our mouths touched. Oh, how I began to ache for her from that very moment. From morning until
myredbike: “Sometimes she tastes like hot coffee on a bleak and freezing, rainy morning. At other times she’s hard liquor burning down my throat after a fucked up week. She’s the perfect remedy, life saving medicine even, to any and all of my problems.
myredbike: “The hardest part in love, and lust for that matter, is finding someone who is as wildly into you as you are into them. And not just for a fleeting few moments during that initial high - for always. I would gladly give up years of my life
myredbike: “When life gives you lemons, take them into your hands and squeeze them. Rub them and massage them. Grip them, pinch them and slap them a little. Then take them into your mouth and… Wait, what was I talking about again?” Copyright ©
myredbike: “A man could meet thousands of incredible women. He could see hundreds of them naked. He could taste dozens of them on this lips. But there comes a time for every man when a woman enters his life that makes it hard for him to breathe whenever
myredbike: Total Love Love me with everything you have. With every part of your being. I don’t want just your body. I don’t need just your heart. I don’t ask for just your soul. I insist on all of them. A love cannot be fulfilled unless all of
myredbike: Comfort without wordsI know life can get rough sometimes. There are days when the end of the tunnel seems as black as the darkest of nights with no light anywhere in sight. Nothing goes as planned and every stumbling step forward results in
myredbike: My marksI leave marks on you every time. Sometimes on purpose, at other times without realizing it. When my lips glide across your salty skin. When my teeth bury into your desperate flesh. When I split you, push into you and release inside
myredbike: “She had a deep seeded need for being told to get on her knees. The exhilaration she felt when his strong hand gripped her hair and pushed her mouth onto him was difficult for her to describe. She craved him groaning the words ’my slut’
myredbike: “She read books with an insatiable hunger and sucked cock like nothing else mattered in the world. She enjoyed rough fucking on a Saturday night and making love slowly on a Sunday morning. She lived every single moment to its fullest. Her
myredbike: “Sit your butt on my lap and tell me a story. Or a joke. Or gossip about some bitch at work. I don’t care. Just send words in my direction so I can watch your lips move, see the various expressions come over your face. So I can simply
