Filed under: Grace
i crave pain
i need that battle
the both of us snarling
succumbing to him
letting my skin sear
send my heart thumping
waiting for E to come home. i am so fucking starving for an interaction with him that my cunt sits here tingling with anticipation. i will get up from this chair, strip and step into a tub of hot water. how long will it take before my hand travels to my cunt?
it is not the same as his touch. no matter how rough i think i can get with myself, it is not even close. his fingers longer, thicker and have the better advantage then my own.
if i fuck my own cunt, well it is not the same as a real cock. no matter how “real textured” any dildo can be, nothing beats the real thing throbbing and hammering into a needy cunt. my toy doesn’t cum…does yours?
come on E.
i want his kiss that steals a piece of my soul. his tongue digging deep inside me as he fucks my mouth sending the sensation straight to my cunt. or when he licks between my fingers that emulates my cunt. goddamn, that is lightening to my clit. he knows it too as i jolt with pleasure and try to pull my hand away from his grip.
he has me.
so i will bathe, put on a pair of panties he so very much adores, lay in bed and wait ever so patiently for him to do what he does best. over a decade together just makes it that much better. these kinds of nights are years in the making. fuck that “new” feeling, get so in tune with each other that a stare makes your cunt quiver and that kiss…mmmm….that kiss makes you melt into him.
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