I'm so lonely. I'm craving some loving even if it's only temporary. You know, a quickie. It's true, I undeniably need to feel hands undress me, caressing my body oh so gently. Something to ease my sexual pain.
I'd love an order of pleasure, front and center. Doing just enough to get him to play my song as I feed my hunger. I'm not joking and this isn't a game. This lust for a touch won't go away and I'm willing to go his way.
Lately, I've been watching short videos of two people doing what I desire to do right now... just getting it in. Making me fantasize myself being in that very position, just thinking about it makes me quiver. The more I watch it, the more upset I get for not receiving no attention to my imitate aura.
With no one to attend to me, I'm stuck digging into my oozing river. Spilling the honey that he could be savoring on. The feeling is great but damn, I would love it to be better. Fingertips rubbing these nipples the size of a chocolate kiss. Licking my lips as I embrace the warmth of a tongue swirling and spreading love on them.
Honestly, I live for the intense built up, when kissing turns into foreplay. Exploring more with your five senses. The attraction between two souls catering to your needs. Allowing to search for those sweet spots. I swear that's what's get my engine start to run into hyper speed. Let me tell you, it takes a lot to shut me off.
Even when... the palm of his hand comes behind my head brings me joy, oh boy it makes my body tingle. Hitting deep to feel him get squeezed as the rhythm of his hips move faster. Oh, my hands would let go and catch my flower dripping. Add a little aggression and show me...
Bending at the waist, exposing her to him to dig in. I can imagine him watching it slide in, feeling my walls closing around him. Pushing down deeper. Oh, I need it. I forced myself to spread these cheeks open hoping he go in and destroy me the way I saw it.. but it was just me. Alone in my bed. I'm thinking too much of it and it's an innocent dilemma but... it wouldn't hurt to make me feel better for a little hour.
I'm waiting for that time whether it slow and steady or fast and limited. But, for real it's about time this body becomes somebody prize. Until next time.
Love,
Me.
