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I thought about you all evening. You, your touch, your kiss, on my neck, eating me, reaching up to give pinch to my nipple and squeeze my breast. I though about you walking in the door to me, to fuck me hungrily, parting my knees,
sliding deep inside of me, splashing wet on my thighs,
staring into my eyes, biting my chin and then all over again. I was with you all day and afternoon talking and dreaming. All evening and night I had all of that for feenin.
Talk To Me
You speak and silence takes me. I fall far and fast. My head is light, I can feel my heart in my throat as my lips beat. You are the only one that can bring this specific heat. Body sizzling like a summertime cookout. Your voice thrills me, pushes all the wind straight through me (pushes wind straight through my back). I struggle to form a sentence, just sighs and nervous twitching, no proper diction. Nouns, adjectives, predicates all remiss, I can't do this. Every word you utter I hang on. You sound delicious, ease of control so cold. I dig your cool, my.... how I want you. The more you say...............Lawd I can't wait! All I see are your lips curling around words bouncing off me, broad shoulders, sculpted arms, legs, soft moist tongue, bedroom eyes, touching, kissing, hands.....man!
~ don't stop, I'm listening umm interesting.
About Last Night
Professional undressed, no pressed dress, voluptuous cupped breast, unbuttoned and unpinned. Let the games begin. A happy tribune I volunteer. You are my favorite time of the year. No period ending sentences. One word answers or four letter responses. Verbal elation, mouthwatering dictation. This is what I want. On my mind, in my thoughts, marked and picked apart. Visions of back arched, bite marks, jerks, passion works and orgasmic squirts. The pleasure of hurt. His look tells me we are not in Kansas anymore, my body hovering above grounded floor. Uncovered and naked in the glow of adore. He rubbed me in the sweetest space, under my waist, without haste. With a deep inhale, he smells. With his fingers to his face he takes a taste. Fast pace. Damn a first base we sliding into home plate. In and out, begins again and again and then, mind-altering fornication. Portal of sin. NO more every now and then, every day with a “y” in. You can attend to this rear end, reoffend or I can sit and spin brethren.
In the morning you'd be smiling. Mentally back dialing. With memories of me still unfolding. Brushed burned and swollen. Loosen up your tie, over heating thinking about this kitty beating. Slightly concussed but breathing at your AM meeting.