it has been weeks since i last saw him. he knows i ache for him with our sporadic emails back and forth.
he does this to me and makes me frantic for him. his voice is the tone that molests, invades, and hypnotizes me. the minute he breathes on my flesh is the same moment i transform to his personal slut, whore and baby girl. i never say no to him, never lie to him nor would i ever deceive him.
i beg for his cum, his cock, his fingers, his mouth, his tongue, his skin against mine. i whimper when i stuff my ass for him. i want every bit of him and when i come with such intensity i cry out for him. the sweat and tears mix on my hot flesh and when it is all said and done he has fucked me senseless. he knows what i want, what i need and mostly what i want to hear.
“i just want to kiss you and slid my fingers inside of you,” he whispers. “no one has to know, i want to finger fuck you.”
my heart races as i stuff my fingers inside of me to feel what he would feel. i gush around my fingers. my breathing is so ragged. “i want to touch your cock.”
“no baby, you can’t touch it.”
“i want to touch it, i need to feel how hard you are.”
“you promise not to tell anyone?”
“ok you can touch it.”
i wrap my hand around his hardness and like a chain reaction i want to envelope him with my mouth, cunt and ass. all i care about is his arousal and pleasing him.
“can i suck your cock?” i beg. “i want to taste you. will you train me to suck your cock right?”
“oh baby yes, yes i will show you how to please me.”
it’s all a blur with gagging, slurping, cumming and i don’t want to spill a drop as i drink him down.
“will you fuck me bare?” i beg.
“oh god yes baby, i will fuck you bare. i want all of your holes.”
“i want your cum inside of me and on me. i want to watch you jack off on to my cunt. will you finger fuck me with your cum?”
“oh fuck baby, yes i will do that.”
i can’t take it anymore and i come for him when he tells me to. i come for him again when he demands. i want to give him every ounce of me.
it has been a few hours since he had me and i already miss him. my time with him is never enough. that is the hard part about addictions, you always want another hit.
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