Filed under: Mindfuck
when i think of him i first think of his voice in my ear and then my mind immediately drifts to the gutter…his cock.
he is next on my list and i am anxious. i wonder what his cock feels lick slipping slowly between my lips for the first time. i think about constantly what his bare cock would feel like pushing its way into my wetness.
will he dig his long fingers inside of me?
will it be electric when our mouths touch?
will he devour me in one failed sweep to the point where my knees buckle and fail me completely?
will he claim my flesh as he has already claimed my mind?
naked flesh pressed tightly with a slight sheen of sweat. speaking in a language of moans and grunts. when he hits that spot, fuck, that spot will i cry or just cry out?
i want to hold on for dear life as i feel my back is hovering over the edge. will he let me fall or tumble downward with me?
i need the aggression, i need the dominance and mostly i need his mind wrapping around mine like a cocoon of lust.
i hope he talks filthy to me…right in my ear:
so i can hang on to each syllable,
so i can get wetter and wetter,
so i can react with ragged breath,
so my skin bumps like a rough terrain downward to my toes,
so my eyes can roll backward into my skull.
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