i love looking back on a past weekend and thinking about the things we do. it always puts a smile on my face. i will remember a sentence, a word, a sound or a touch. several times this week it lead to the uncontrollably need to come. i enjoy the fact that my cunt is ruling me because for those moments i know how a guy thinks when lead by his appendage (it’s that always?).
it’s his touch that sends me nerve endings singing down to the inner depths of my core. anyone could touch my arm or back and it would be a normal touch. it’s when HE touches any part of me that makes it feel like instant foreplay and i want him to fuck me to exhaustion.
when we kissed last weekend, it was intense and teeth were scraping against it each other as we tried to devour one another with our hungry mouths. those moments of grabbing, biting and desperate need that make me want to come begging for him to fuck me.
the mind is a terrible thing to waste.
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