I want you to tie my hands behind my back.
Pull my hair. Bite my neck. Grope my breasts. Tug my nipples.
I want you to push me down onto the mattress.
Onto my stomach. Ass in the air.
I want you to pull down my underwear.
Dip your fingers into my wet pussy. Slap my ass. Hard.
I want you to make me beg you to fuck me.
Slap my ass. Harder.
I want you to tease me.
Push one finger into my slippery cunt. Feel my muscles tighten.
Pull out.
I want you to tell me how you're going to fuck me.
Push two fingers into my dripping cunt. Feel my body tense.
Pull out.
I want you to push three fingers into my soaking wet cunt. Feel my thighs shake.
I want you to fuck me.
I want you to fuck me but not let me come.
Fuck me as hard as you can but stop just as I am inhaling my last swift breath, just as I'm gripping the sheets as tight as I have the strength for, just as I'm screaming for you not to stop.
I want you to stop.
I want you lean over me, whisper in my ear, ask me if you should let me come.
Reach your hand around my stomach, between my legs. Circle my clit slowly.
Make me beg you to let me come.
I want you to grasp my hair in your fist. Ram three fingers into my cunt.
Fuck me unti I'm screaming, until my entire body is shaking.
Until I'm coming.
2/23/11
2/21/11
My fingers dot sparks down my stomach, lifting the lip of my underwear- lace,
Black, barely concealing the red strip beneath them and the fingers padding farther and farther downward.
I've been thinking about you... how you bob between my legs, your tongue circling my clit,
How you tease my nipples with your finger tips,
How it feels when you push me on to my hands and knees and part my thighs to dive deep into my pussy.
I run a single finger over my clit.
~You are sucking my nipples.
My back arches as I move my finger around the head of my clit ever so lightly. Goosebumps ripple through my skin as I move my finger faster.
~You are kissing down my sides as you slip your hand over my thigh, between my legs.
I let a hushed moan slip through my lips, sliding through the quiet air like my fingers over my dripping wet clit. My knees are shaking. I want to apply more pressure, relieve myself from the gentle caress of my soft touch. My clit aches for more, but I refuse to let myself go that easily.
~Your lips are cupping my clit, your tongue slowly brushing over it. You begin my move faster.
My hand bares down harder, slips quicker, circles swifter.
~Your fingers are flicking my nipples, lips dancing over my clit. Faster. Faster. Faster.
My hips writhe, break contact with the sheets, hover beneath my hands: one is rubbing my tender nipples and the other is rapidly gliding over my clit. Faster. Faster. Faster.
~You are remove one hand from my nipple and thrusting it into my dripping cunt. FUCK
My breathing is heavy, moaning between my teeth, biting my lip. Harder. Harder. FUCK
~Your fingers are multiplying inside me: two, three, four. Thrusting, sucking, licking harder.
My whole body is shaking, my fingers moving quicker than I can control.
~You are fucking me harder and harder, curling you finger upwards, stroking my g-spot.
My muscles quake.
~You keep going.
My body lifts higher over top of the mattress.
~You keep going. Faster. Faster
I scream. FUCK.
~Your tongue lingers on my clit.
I float back down to the sheets, hand still softly stroking my throbbing pussy.
I look beside me to my cell phone. One missed call: Claudia Garcia.
Black, barely concealing the red strip beneath them and the fingers padding farther and farther downward.
I've been thinking about you... how you bob between my legs, your tongue circling my clit,
How you tease my nipples with your finger tips,
How it feels when you push me on to my hands and knees and part my thighs to dive deep into my pussy.
I run a single finger over my clit.
~You are sucking my nipples.
My back arches as I move my finger around the head of my clit ever so lightly. Goosebumps ripple through my skin as I move my finger faster.
~You are kissing down my sides as you slip your hand over my thigh, between my legs.
I let a hushed moan slip through my lips, sliding through the quiet air like my fingers over my dripping wet clit. My knees are shaking. I want to apply more pressure, relieve myself from the gentle caress of my soft touch. My clit aches for more, but I refuse to let myself go that easily.
~Your lips are cupping my clit, your tongue slowly brushing over it. You begin my move faster.
My hand bares down harder, slips quicker, circles swifter.
~Your fingers are flicking my nipples, lips dancing over my clit. Faster. Faster. Faster.
My hips writhe, break contact with the sheets, hover beneath my hands: one is rubbing my tender nipples and the other is rapidly gliding over my clit. Faster. Faster. Faster.
~You are remove one hand from my nipple and thrusting it into my dripping cunt. FUCK
My breathing is heavy, moaning between my teeth, biting my lip. Harder. Harder. FUCK
~Your fingers are multiplying inside me: two, three, four. Thrusting, sucking, licking harder.
My whole body is shaking, my fingers moving quicker than I can control.
~You are fucking me harder and harder, curling you finger upwards, stroking my g-spot.
My muscles quake.
~You keep going.
My body lifts higher over top of the mattress.
~You keep going. Faster. Faster
I scream. FUCK.
~Your tongue lingers on my clit.
I float back down to the sheets, hand still softly stroking my throbbing pussy.
I look beside me to my cell phone. One missed call: Claudia Garcia.
9/3/09
Our fingers tangled in each others' hair as we pulled our bodies together, our lips, our tongues.The heat from her kisses shot down my body, followed by her hands, pressed against the curves of my hips and ass, stomach and chest. Her fingers slid over my nipples, again and again.
I could feel myself growing wetter, my legs spread wide, straddling her hips. Our lips separated. Her hands felt so good over my bare skin.
She pulled me into her, guiding one of my hard nipples into her mouth with her warm tongue.
As her tongue moved, I grew wetter and wetter, dripping, my clit slipping over the fabric of her boxers and bare stomach as my hips dipped from the pleasure.
The light rhythmic touch of her body against my clit as it passed over her only added to the overwhelming sensation of her hands and mouth on my breasts.
I was grinding against her, fighting the urge to bring my own fingers down to my dripping pussy and rub my clit until I came. Instead, I let the gentle caress of her skin between my thighs take me to my climax.
Her tongue moved faster and my moans grew louder. Her fingers pinched my nipples hard, my back arching, my hips thrusting, my lips agape as I gasped for air, my body shaking along with her tongue against my sensitive nipples.
I fell into her as my body relaxed, catching my breath, her lips kissing along my shoulders.
As I shakily sat back up on her stomach, she beckoned me to her chest with a coy finger.
I gladly obliged, steadying myself on my knees above her face, her tongue tasting me.
That first touch of her tongue is one of my favorite things, the warmth of that first, slow pass and the new yet familiar feeling that always makes my knees weak.
And as I write this I can't help but to think of how her tongue moved over my clit, pulling it into her mouth, circling it with her tongue, striking it gently then with more pressure faster and faster until I came, bracing myself against the wall behind her bed, digging my fingers against it as her lips left me shaking.
And as I write this I can't help but to lift my shirt and feel my breasts. I can't help but my feel my hard nipples, pinch them and roll them between my fingertips. I can't help but to feel the wetness collecting between my legs. I can't help but to wet my fingers with my tongue then place them back against my hard, pink nipples, sliding them back and forth as I remember how she turned me around, still on top of her and still shaking and wet from my last orgasm.
I came twice like that, her lips between my legs, her tongue sucking at my clit, dipping into me.Her fingers pushed inside of me as her tongue fluttered over my clit again and again. She was using fingers from both hands, curling them, my hips bucking against the intense feeling.
And now that I'm writing this I can't help but to think how much I love when she's sucking on my clit and her fingers are just an inch or two inside of me, stroking my g-spot.
And now that I'm writing this I can't help but to reach between my legs and feel how wet I am. I can't help but to dip 2 fingers inside myself with one hand and stroke my clit with the other, and as I moan, I can't help but remember how she made me moan as I came over and over on top of her.
My knees shook and my hands grabbed for the sheets and her thighs beneath me. My back curved but she pulled me down to her mouth, reaching her tongue inside of me as my muscles contracted.
And now that I've written that, I can't help but to think about how she had me screaming her name when she fucked me with all of her fingers.
And now that I've written that, I can't help but to thrust my fingers inside myself, thinking about how deep she fucked me and how hard she fucked me and how much I came with her fingers inside me.
She fucked me with 2, 3... 4 fingers at once, ramming me until I was crying for more, panting, telling her "harder" between breaths and moaning louder and louder as she gave it to me as hard as I asked.
I came twice more.
And now that I wrote that, I can't help but the want her to fuck me as my fingers circle my clit.
And now that I wrote that, I can't help but to think how she did make me come once more.
Before I left, she led me into her back yard, beneath the night sky, reaching between my legs as she kissed me.She made me come right there. I stood trying not to let my knees buckle as she dropped between my legs, pulling down my pants and already drenched underwear, revealing me to the cool air. Her warm mouth played with me as I stood there in the center of her yard, in plain sight. This only enhanced my arousal. I lifted my shirt, my nippled growing hard from the night air. She continued and I braced myself against her shoulders as she pushed me closer and close to my climax.When I came, I could feel myself dripping down my thighs, holding onto her, trying not to fall as my moans grew louder than I wished for them to get.
And now that I'm writing this, I can't help but to want her to make come that hard right now.
I could feel myself growing wetter, my legs spread wide, straddling her hips. Our lips separated. Her hands felt so good over my bare skin.
She pulled me into her, guiding one of my hard nipples into her mouth with her warm tongue.
As her tongue moved, I grew wetter and wetter, dripping, my clit slipping over the fabric of her boxers and bare stomach as my hips dipped from the pleasure.
The light rhythmic touch of her body against my clit as it passed over her only added to the overwhelming sensation of her hands and mouth on my breasts.
I was grinding against her, fighting the urge to bring my own fingers down to my dripping pussy and rub my clit until I came. Instead, I let the gentle caress of her skin between my thighs take me to my climax.
Her tongue moved faster and my moans grew louder. Her fingers pinched my nipples hard, my back arching, my hips thrusting, my lips agape as I gasped for air, my body shaking along with her tongue against my sensitive nipples.
I fell into her as my body relaxed, catching my breath, her lips kissing along my shoulders.
As I shakily sat back up on her stomach, she beckoned me to her chest with a coy finger.
I gladly obliged, steadying myself on my knees above her face, her tongue tasting me.
That first touch of her tongue is one of my favorite things, the warmth of that first, slow pass and the new yet familiar feeling that always makes my knees weak.
And as I write this I can't help but to think of how her tongue moved over my clit, pulling it into her mouth, circling it with her tongue, striking it gently then with more pressure faster and faster until I came, bracing myself against the wall behind her bed, digging my fingers against it as her lips left me shaking.
And as I write this I can't help but to lift my shirt and feel my breasts. I can't help but my feel my hard nipples, pinch them and roll them between my fingertips. I can't help but to feel the wetness collecting between my legs. I can't help but to wet my fingers with my tongue then place them back against my hard, pink nipples, sliding them back and forth as I remember how she turned me around, still on top of her and still shaking and wet from my last orgasm.
I came twice like that, her lips between my legs, her tongue sucking at my clit, dipping into me.Her fingers pushed inside of me as her tongue fluttered over my clit again and again. She was using fingers from both hands, curling them, my hips bucking against the intense feeling.
And now that I'm writing this I can't help but to think how much I love when she's sucking on my clit and her fingers are just an inch or two inside of me, stroking my g-spot.
And now that I'm writing this I can't help but to reach between my legs and feel how wet I am. I can't help but to dip 2 fingers inside myself with one hand and stroke my clit with the other, and as I moan, I can't help but remember how she made me moan as I came over and over on top of her.
My knees shook and my hands grabbed for the sheets and her thighs beneath me. My back curved but she pulled me down to her mouth, reaching her tongue inside of me as my muscles contracted.
And now that I've written that, I can't help but to think about how she had me screaming her name when she fucked me with all of her fingers.
And now that I've written that, I can't help but to thrust my fingers inside myself, thinking about how deep she fucked me and how hard she fucked me and how much I came with her fingers inside me.
She fucked me with 2, 3... 4 fingers at once, ramming me until I was crying for more, panting, telling her "harder" between breaths and moaning louder and louder as she gave it to me as hard as I asked.
I came twice more.
And now that I wrote that, I can't help but the want her to fuck me as my fingers circle my clit.
And now that I wrote that, I can't help but to think how she did make me come once more.
Before I left, she led me into her back yard, beneath the night sky, reaching between my legs as she kissed me.She made me come right there. I stood trying not to let my knees buckle as she dropped between my legs, pulling down my pants and already drenched underwear, revealing me to the cool air. Her warm mouth played with me as I stood there in the center of her yard, in plain sight. This only enhanced my arousal. I lifted my shirt, my nippled growing hard from the night air. She continued and I braced myself against her shoulders as she pushed me closer and close to my climax.When I came, I could feel myself dripping down my thighs, holding onto her, trying not to fall as my moans grew louder than I wished for them to get.
And now that I'm writing this, I can't help but to want her to make come that hard right now.
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