Own Smut Book

Rehearsal 2

John was texting round about midnight.

,Hey baby...'

,Hey John'

I wrote in a normal non-flirty way just because I thought he was a little drunk.

,You know what I'd like to do? Right now?'

,No, how should I?!'

,Alright then let me explain it to you... In every little detail.'

,Now I am tense....John'

,Well...as I prefer I would kiss your neck right now and leave my marks, so that everybody knows you're mine. I nibble on your earlobe and let my hands roam around your body from behind. I could feel how your breathing increases when I'm moving them under yourshirt. That is what I remove from you now. Slowly, torturing and then I would push you down on your stomach. After that interrupting piece of fabric is out of my way I start kissing down your spine. Vortex after vortex. I'll leave my marks here as well. By now I focus on your Bra and open it just to massage your beautiful breasts. Oh...It's feeling so good. You began to moan under me. My right hand is moving down south.... Are you getting wet?'

,You damned idiot... Maybe.... Just a little bit *sensualbiting my tongue*'

,Good. I'll go on. I let my hand slip under your skinny jeans. Ibegin to massage you through your panties. I'll push it aside andpush one finger into you. You gasp, close your eyes and open yourlips a little bit. Right in this moment you look even more sinful andyou're making my pants even thighter. My left hand is leaving yourbreasts and I begin to undress you. Shortly after you turn yourselfaround. That's how you lay beneath me. Naked. Panting. Cheeks red ofarousel. „Come on. Take those off. I want you!" is all you say.There's nothing I'd like do more. Again you're biting which isturning me on even more. I'm so hard just because and just for you.I just want to push myself into you.... Are you getting wetter?'

,Hmmmh... Ahh... yes, come and give it to me... I'm waiting!'

,Already sitting in the cab. But I'm continuing my little torture.Well... just to play with you I push two fingers into you and you're moaning loudly. I can't stand long myself and pulling my fingers out again. You looking at me in disbelief and you want to say something when I suddendly push into you hard. You let out a short scream because of the suprise. But you tell me to go harder and because I am a nice guy I follow your wish. Both of us are moaning louder and our breathing goes harder. I feel how you begin to twitch around me and I know that we're both close. So I'll push you over the edge and I'm flollowing right behind.'

,Oh John... Your hands... They feel so good... Ahhh...'

,Rose... What are you doing?'

,Just doing the things you wrote me. And if you're not here anytime soon I'll finish this by myself.'

Right in that momenr I heard the front door. John came to my room and hovered over me. He undressed me quickly and made the things true he wrote me. That play was followed by 3 more rounds.

When I woke up the next morning still in his arms I had the feeling that this casual thing began to turn into something more serious.