What is it about him that makes me fantasize about seducing him? How is it that the most sweet and innocent of words can make me hot and wet? I want him with a longing that transcends anything I have felt before. So many nights, I lay there touching myself, dreaming of his hands upon me in the most intimate of places.
What would I like to do with him? I think perhaps one full day and night would suffice. Twenty four hours to know him, to take my delicious time with every delicious inch offered. I really do not think that is much to ask?
The first touch……exquisitely prolonged, before any clothing is removed. Simply running a finger down the nape of his neck and teasing my nails through his hair. Unbuttoning his shirt is done one button at a time as more skin is revealed in small increments. Touching his chest a little more with each successive opening until it is off altogether. He stands there exposed to my explorations as my hands touch his back, his ribs, and his nipples. My nails graze and teasingly scratch.
My lips long to taste every inch of him. Tongue and teeth tease him while his nipples get hard. Licking around his clavicle, he gasps and reaches to touch me, while pulling me in closer. I long to kiss him long and deep while massaging his shoulders and back. When I finally push him onto the bed, I straddle him and run my tongue down his ribs and stomach, further and further towards his belt.
I remove my top slowly giving him time to enjoy the reveal. I remove my bra and lean over, running my breasts down his chest. My nipples get harder as I long to be touched and sucked. I feel him grow harder beneath me as I lean over to kiss him again. Flesh against flesh. Our tongues explore each others’ as his hands reach up to grip my back. He then buries his hands in my hair. I feel him pull my head back as my back arches in response. We grind against each other.
For the moment, that is all I need; naked torsos, lips, tongue and teeth, hands touching and massaging. My legs open up to him as he presses against me while getting harder. This moment alone can be dragged on for hours; there is no need to rush at all.
I want to savor each gasp, each movement; be fully in the moment and relish every sensation. I want to possess his desire and command his lust. I want to clear his mind of every other thought, creating a single minded purpose; to want me. His hands, his cock, his tongue crave only my taste, my touch, until we must consume each other.
My cunt throbs at the very thought of him, as I am moist with heat and desire. I ache with wanting and I want him to reciprocate a thousand-fold. I want the very thought of me to create in him the same depths of arousal, of heat of hardness, or pure unrelenting blinding lust.
As we are kissing, tongues hot and thrusting, nipples against each other, hands exploring, and legs entwined……suddenly this is not enough for me.
I untangle my legs from his and before he has a chance to think or respond, my hand reaches up to massage his groin. I crawl down toward his cock, licking and biting his nipples along the way.
Not a word has been spoken between us. What could we possibly say that would evoke the reaction I am seeking? “I want you, Fuck me”? Words are inadequate. Nothing can express the fire he ignites inside me. Only action can demonstrate my need. Only the feeling of tongue, teeth and flesh against flesh can ever come close to creating the demanding response that I long for.
I unzip his pants and release his cock. It is hard, hot and larger than life. I lower myself down and give it a taste. I hear his initial gasp and I feel my power.
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