H lives inside my cunt and that is really the only way i can explain what he has done to me. when i read him or think about him i jump to the edge of arousal. it is a dire need to release with him. i want to scream his name from my quivering lips.
i tried to explain it to him, “…thoughts race frantically fighting their way out through my trembling clit.”
our exchanges have caused an increase in at work masturbation. i always wait till i am about to explode and know very well that the wetness in my panties cause a wet spot on my pants. i slip into the bathroom, take the last stall and lock the door. i press my flushed body against the cold tile wall, close my eyes, bite my lower lip and shove my hand down to my slick slit. i am hard as i rub with my middle finger. the heat, smooth skin and wetness is a perfect combination.
my mind is a series of flashes and visions. i fixate on the one that is going to make it all worth the while. the image of me straddling him and tongue fucking his mouth endlessly. grinding into his hard on and whispering utter filth into his ear while dragging my teeth down to his neck and biting him. i want him animalistic, angry and baring his teeth at me as he bores his cock into my cunt.
i come whispering his name with a jagged breath. the soft noise echoes off the warmed tile. my finger doesn’t stop with the persistent circular rub. i lean into the wall as it builds again. i flash to H fucking me with all his might from behind, gripping at my hips so tight that i hiss with each thrust. he spills his seed into me and that is when the second orgasm hits me so hard that i bite down to avoid screaming out his name in vain. i choke on the urge.
“fuck you H,” escapes my lips as i go limp against the wall.
this morning H writes to me about my bathroom exploits. the last paragraph sums it up so nicely:
“In one violent action you claw into my back and bite my shoulder creating a growing pool of blood into my shirt. My back arches up into your undulating hips and I cum a hot river of love up inside of you and you scream vile sentiments into the air with the back of your head banging the stalls door. I am roaring and slamming into you with every ejaculation…… the echo chamber is a dark orchestra reaching its crescendo and splitting the eardrums of all who are witnessing this insane love affair….. ”
my thoughts exactly.
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