Catch-22
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Mar 16, 2001
- Messages
- 4,518
I like all the little things about you. I remember the first time I heard your voice. It just drove me wild. So pleasant and urbane and pure. I can picture you kneeling near the foot of my bed, the comforter and sheet long since discarded on the floor, and I just gaze at your doe-like eyes. And then I lose contact with your face and the next sensation is the warmth of your mouth encompassing my cock.
You taste so lip-smacking good! I like it when you get sloppy wet and I bury my face between your legs. My tongue just loves your clit. I want your groans and I like the way you feel when I am inside you. I want you to contract and shake as you get excited. I relish the thought of shooting off inside you. I want the hurly-burly feeling of letting loose, of the ultimate release…it drives me crazy.
I want to hold you as we lay in my bed with the 440 count sheets. I would press my chest into your back, and my perspiration would meet your heat, and I would fill my arms with you. I would nudge my face into the back of your head, burying myself in your eternally long hair. I would nuzzle your neck and whisper about what we just finished doing. I’d remind you of our first shower, your first spanking and the first time you submitted to me.
I would start telling you about what we will do next time. I need to explore that rich imagination of yours. I would start rubbing your clit and tell you that you belong to me right now. I would stroke you to a climax and you would spill so easily. I need to do things to you before you know you want them done. I want to scratch you in places before you even know they are itching.
I like the way the room smells afterwards. The whiteness of your skin is barely illuminated by the moonlight shining through the window. I want to press into you and squeeze your breasts because I crave the friction of rubbing against you. I want to put my arms around you and clasp our hands together. I want to listen to you breathe as you drift off to sleep. I want you in every way...
Most of all I miss your companionship. There’s no pillow talk when we both sleep alone.
You taste so lip-smacking good! I like it when you get sloppy wet and I bury my face between your legs. My tongue just loves your clit. I want your groans and I like the way you feel when I am inside you. I want you to contract and shake as you get excited. I relish the thought of shooting off inside you. I want the hurly-burly feeling of letting loose, of the ultimate release…it drives me crazy.
I want to hold you as we lay in my bed with the 440 count sheets. I would press my chest into your back, and my perspiration would meet your heat, and I would fill my arms with you. I would nudge my face into the back of your head, burying myself in your eternally long hair. I would nuzzle your neck and whisper about what we just finished doing. I’d remind you of our first shower, your first spanking and the first time you submitted to me.
I would start telling you about what we will do next time. I need to explore that rich imagination of yours. I would start rubbing your clit and tell you that you belong to me right now. I would stroke you to a climax and you would spill so easily. I need to do things to you before you know you want them done. I want to scratch you in places before you even know they are itching.
I like the way the room smells afterwards. The whiteness of your skin is barely illuminated by the moonlight shining through the window. I want to press into you and squeeze your breasts because I crave the friction of rubbing against you. I want to put my arms around you and clasp our hands together. I want to listen to you breathe as you drift off to sleep. I want you in every way...
Most of all I miss your companionship. There’s no pillow talk when we both sleep alone.
