 I
did not sleep well last nite. After teasing with you, I was drenched
and hungry. Food would not cure my appetite. My lustfull smell permeated
my home. I couldn't escape it. I showered, touching myself as I would
touch you. Imagining you behind me running the soap over my body.
Even a boring show on apocalyptic flu didn't take my mind from you.
It was difficult getting to sleep. I fell asleep unsatisfied after
trying to quench my ache with toys that left me wanting more. Drifting
into dreamland only to find myself waking in another realm of fantasies
of you, wetter than I was before. Wondering what you would sound like
on the phone. Your smell. If my own smell drives me to sweet madness,
how will I react when our smells mingle? The feel of your skin under
my fingers. For you to fill me with your cock as I hold you in my
arms, sucking on your bottom lip, running my long nails teasingly
along your back. And even the anticipation of you slowly entering
my dark tunnel. You tell me to relax and start gently rocking as you
lay kisses on my back. Easing my tenseness at this new sensation.
The pleasure surpises me. Fingers squeezing my breast so tenderly
as your other hand guides my own to my swollen clit. You slowly move,
up, down. Moving in circles. Building the passion lazily. Taking me
on a ride to ecstasy where I want to go and never return. I become
urgent, leaning back to meet your thrusts. Begging you to go faster.
You still my hips with your hands and continue your slow strokes until
I explode. You remain deep within me as I ride the crescendo. You
almost pull out, then back in, you start to tease me this way. When
you do pull out, my pussy quivers as your cock rams into it. FUCK
ME! |
