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i have to admit there really isn’t anything more sexually charged than getting it from behind. it’s that moment to put aside the boring horizontal, turn over and fuck with an animalistic rage. the penetration is deeper, the cunt is tighter and it feels more deviant.
i prefer the ass up in the air and head shoved into a pillow or the bed. the hips, the hair or the ass can be grabbed. i can feel him thrusting, grunting, breathing and it turns me on. at times i can’t stay still, i am ramming against his cock and grip my legs around his body to pull him into me. there are times when i want it so bad i keep still to savor each push.
when he cums, it makes me come and i can’t help but grip him deep inside of me. i don’t want him to leave my heat, my wetness. staying locked makes me come more. it’s that capturing of breath and waiting and yet, not wanting his cock to slip lazily out of me. i always shake with slight disappoint at the inevitable.
collapsing, drenched in sweat, panting for some composure. the addiction makes me ready for more.
it’s a process.
it’s a recipe.
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