Gracie\'s Playground

Sweat, Wet and Tears
Thursday March 20th 2014, 11:47 am
Filed under: Grace,Sex
Photo by Rick Legal

Photo by Rick Legal

I was dreaming that he woke me up with his mouth next to my ear speaking filth while his hands grabbed at me. I was panting and while I slept I felt physically aroused.

When I woke up he was sleeping beside me. We were fully clothed and I nestled into his neck. His arms wrapped around me finding the bare skin between my jeans and tank top. I pushed his hand from the small of my back around between my legs. I was burning up, I then maneuvered his hand to unbutton my jeans and slip inside between the layers of clothes.

I moaned when his hand teased at my clit. I could feel the wetness pooling and started to shove down my panties and jeans. He always does this thing with teasing. He knows I want his fingers inside me. He knows I get off from penetration. He also knows that the anticipation of it all is what drives me.

More teasing.

More heavy breathing.

More an-ti-ci-pa-tion.

“Fuck me.” I blurted out.

There were no questions or hesitation. He yanked his jeans and boxers off, I turned over and raised my ass to the air and he pushed my legs apart. That first invasion. That state of being filled and stretched. It always steals my breath. It always feels new and unfamiliar. My hands grabbed handfuls of sheets as my face buried into the pillow. The wetness was dripped down my thighs as he plunged in and out. This makes me see colors and shadows; it’s a different dimension when being fucked. Time stands still and the world stops. All this energy and life is being shoved inside me.

I can tell when he is about to come. His cock gets rigid and full. The throb pushes against the nerves and I want to come with him.

I whisper between thrusts, “You’re gonna come, I can feel it. Come inside me.”

His fingers dig into my sweaty flesh and as he made that punctuate thrust, I screamed into the pillow. I’m overwhelmed with a crashing wave of emotions and the tears flow. My body was limp and heaving by the time he fell beside me. He moved some wet hair away.

“I can’t tell what’s sweat and tears.” He whispered.

I chuckled and wiped the sticky hair from my face, “It’s a little bit of everything.”

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9 Comments so far
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I can swear I’ve lived this before. Your writing does things to me, and I only like guys. You’re mindfucking me properly. Excuse my bad English, I’m not native.

Comment by lawdy 03.20.14 @ 3:27 pm

“It always feels new and unfamiliar”

I was trying to explain this to someone the other day.

Comment by Remittance Girl 03.20.14 @ 5:57 pm

Lawdy, thank you for the kind words. I’m glad to strike emotion with you. That means I’m doing something right.

Comment by Dark Gracie ® 03.21.14 @ 5:35 am

RG, if sex felt so old bad familiar, which I am sure for some, we wouldn’t need it. I like that feeling of nervousness and slightly uncomfortable feeling. I never truly know what they will do to me, if I wanted familiarity I would fuck myself and I go plenty of that. Thankfully my mind keeps things not-so routine.

Comment by Dark Gracie ® 03.21.14 @ 5:38 am

I love the breathless roller coaster ride feeling. It never gets old. I have yet to duplicate this in my erotic dreams, though. It’s gotta be the real thing.

Comment by Gen Jade 05.03.14 @ 5:24 pm

The water of life. One day Gracie….

Comment by X 05.07.14 @ 11:36 pm

Wow. That was yummy. Totally true that it always feels new.

Comment by Genius Venus 06.08.14 @ 7:17 pm

Genius Venus,

Thank you very much.

Comment by Dark Gracie ® 06.24.14 @ 2:49 pm

This! This. To wake next to one you desire… so decadent… to dream of having them and then have them take you..

Comment by Nate 07.10.14 @ 10:12 am


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