I miss you!
I am bereft without your touch.
My body is wet and weeping for you.
Alas, the toy is a poor substitute, sliding in and then out.
Teasing up over my sensitive clit with each flex of my cheeks.
I am taut and shaking in my need.
So slow, as I draw it out....
Oh I wish you could at least talk me over.
To hear your encouragement, and directing my pleasure.
If I could at least hear your sharp intake of breath, as I accept you deep within.
But, it's still missing your weight, power and intent behind each stroke.
I need your breath in my mouth, sustaining me as your lips and tongue, prepare and penetrate.
Your strong arms holding me tight as you fill me... to that point of exquisite pain.
My nipples abraded against your chest, my hands pinned behind me as you control the tempo.
You order me to leave my hands where they are, as you slide down and cup, then grasp my flexing cheeks. You rear back, separating us while deepening our contact.
Holding me aloft in your hands, my legs draped over your forearms, at your mercies, changing the angle of penetration.....Oh Please!
The mirror over the desk, illuminates the muscle of your back, your ass, as you bear down and deep.
we can hear your cock push past the swollen pink tissue, and push the juices out and over your shaft, sac while glistens my fairness in the dim light.
Can't you see where you and I are fused by juices, flesh and soul.
Where do you end and I begin?
You push to the hilt and hold.... knowing I am dangling on your precipice.
Waiting for you to complete me.
Relieve me, if only temporarily, of this all consuming need.
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