utterly_utopian

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  • utterly_utopian 47w

    Amor de madre

    A small smile graced her face as she cradled her sleeping baby boy in her arms. The moment was so pure and affectionate, it would put the cupid to shame.

    But that wasn't even the best part. No. It was the slightly tightening hold of his tiny hand on her forefinger, and the soft breath of his that tickled her bare breast, that made the young mother fall in love with her little one all over again!

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  • utterly_utopian 47w

    Just...

    "True gems are always hidden under the bed of the significantly lesser precious stones."

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  • utterly_utopian 49w

    Rapture

    His touch was electrifying and it sent her nerves dancing with rapture. He trailed his lithe fingers across her supple flesh as she sighed in contentment.

    Their romance had sizzled as their affair had developed. Like an undying inferno, the love they harboured for each other, knew neither bounds nor barriers.

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  • utterly_utopian 51w

    Snowflakes

    She blew an icy puff of air as she pulled the thick, fur coat around her body, and rubbed her palms together in attempts to warm herself from the freezing weather.

    Tiny snowflakes that spiralled down the sky, littered the ground in a manner so sensual, it appeared as though the earth had been kissed by the heavens themselves!

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  • utterly_utopian 51w

    Cherry Parfait

    A crimson droplet of blood tricked down amongst the lush green foliage of leaves as she pierced her forefinger with the thorn of a Cherry Parfait stem.

    The slight prick however, could not succeed in deterring her from smelling the beautiful flower; it's pleasantly light fragrance invading her senses enough to numb the dull throbbing of the tiny nick on her finger.

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  • utterly_utopian 51w

    Moonlight

    Desire coursed through his blood as he watched her bask in the serene and lustrous moonlight. Her creamy skin dazzled, and her grey eyes twinkled under its polished stream.

    A soft hum was heard in the distance as two lovebirds sang their love for each other. Their delicate, feathery bodies bathed in the gentleness of this light.

    The maiden night had indeed been tainted by the silken hues of fondness.

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  • utterly_utopian 52w

    Autumn

    The transition, although short-lived, brought an outpouring of both, warmth and brisk breeze, at the the same time. The dulcet tones of the sun-light, filtered through the clouds and adorned the sky.

    The trees showcased leaves that were blessed by a bright, orange, colour palette; crisp, yet on the brink of shedding.

    And despite this passage of time, she still felt toasty and mellow as she walked on the dusty side-walk. Autumn was truly breathtaking.

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  • utterly_utopian 52w

    A little bit of rosé

    She sprayed herself one of most lavish perfumes, straight from the house of Carolina Herrera; the intoxicating bouquet of which, enveloping her form entirely.

    A glass of fine rosé was kept on the kitchen counter as she organised her dark hair into a neat bun.

    She finally sipped on her aromatic drink, slipped in her louboutins, and gathered her purse. She was now ready to leave for work.

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  • utterly_utopian 52w

    Rainfalls

    It was an unmerciful downpour that afternoon; the clouds had unleashed their wrath on God's creations.

    Howbeit, she had stepped out into the compound of her house to savour the liveliness of these showers. But unbeknownst to her, an admirer had seeked his share of amusement in the way her delicate, bare feet had frolicked on the uneven soil, or how her dainty self had stood firmly under the heavy droplets of the rain.

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  • utterly_utopian 52w

    Ecstasy

    She had gently grazed his beard with the tips of her fingers, when he had given into the fetish he had harboured for her for so long.

    The scorching intensity of his kiss had every cell in her body, turn to mush. He had tugged on her hair, nipped on her lips, and pressed her against the wall, when she had finally given into his passion.

    A moment of ecstasy washed over them before they parted; the fanciful imprint of his lips, never leaving her own.

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