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Lila Ember

I am the author of that which You didn't before know you needed. I possess words and curves And am unafraid to wield both.

As the Timber Wolves Howl

I had a dream about you last night as I slept naked in silky red sheets. We’ve never met, but I knew your face nonetheless, and in the dim surreal land where dreams live, I saw it. As is often the case with dreams, the rules of reality bent and twisted in the strange world of my sleep’s weaving, leaving you the only anchor that tethered me. When I woke, a fine film of sweat covering my body, I felt the heat of desire and a sense of comfort from how near I had come to you. 

Double Trouble

In this autobiographical account, Lila shares her sexy experience at a swinger party where her and hubby got down and dirty.

An Untethered Soul

Here’s my version of the “I Am From” poem genre. If you’ve never read one, just Google it. You might find some enjoyment out of writing your own. Subscribe to a paid membership to see the many nudes hidden between the lines of this poem ?.

The Cabana

Near the entrance to the bathrooms, Ashe noticed a tall, muscular security guard standing near an exit, strong arms resting across a jacked chest. She looked him up and down, drinking in every inch of him, feeling her pussy signal to her “Oh yes, he’ll most definitely get the job done and more!” 

Fornication

“Can she touch you?” He asks us, and we consent. She writhes her body closer. We touch her as he fucks her, and she caresses me. He watches me, and reaches a hand. I touch his chest, and we lock eyes. His wife cums hard while he fucks her. 

The Bursting at Bath Time

The slipperiness of soap
Delights my hands
As they slide lustfully
Across
the glistening surface
Of my naked body

Within the Twilight of a Crimson Dream

I came to you in a dream, on the banks of a deep river, that river where my body longs to float naked in swirling currents. I drifted to your consciousness on a wisp of lust, wanting you, knowing that you want me, that wanting me is a sensation that each day buries itself deeper into your thoughts. 

Cock Worship

I’m so fucking horny right now, and all I can think about is your gods dammed perfect fucking cock. 

The Good Wife

“Damn, you’re so wet,” Luke says to her. I smile and go back to cleaning. They’ve got this covered.