three things, just three…
… and then when your cock stretches these lips you’ve so sweetly prepared, I want you to squeeze my bold clit between your thumb and forefinger: rub rub rub. As you slip deeper and pump harder, don’t release me, please. Trust me when I say: repeat repeat repeat.
take, if you must…
… this little bag of dreams,
Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
— William Butler Yeats —
one word against a thousand actions…
poetry is an echo…
My tongue tastes the secrets you breathe into stillness. I feel your body tense. These places you hide, that are rarely indulged, this is where I linger. Curious. Fierce in my tenderness.
My lips barely touch you as I trace along your length. When I pause, your cock bobs against my warm skin – in the velvet-smooth dip between my mound and hip. My kisses move up your chest to your mouth. I hold the gloriously smooth head of your hard cock with my fingertips: a promise I won’t neglect. I cannot get enough of how you taste; our tongues dance deeper, enraptured, slipping along the moans we sigh.
My nipples are hard but you are distracted by their softness pressed tight against your chest. Your hands spread and hold me tighter, sliding up and down my sides, squeezing me whenever you feel the urge to speak… to enter.
We are full with feeling but the air is thick with our silence. Your cock aches to meet the juicy wet of my pussy. We smell of sex already. I say your name, barely audible; my desire for you overwhelms me, frankly. Your smile inspires my pussy lips with a rush, a pleasure unlike any waterfall.
My hair hangs down my back. You lose and then wrap your hand in my long, dark locks… you tug and spin me around. You bend me over and on your knees, suck my thick cunt from behind until my gasps drown out the messy gulps you make.
You make me so fucking wet. I please you so fucking much. I push back into your face. And as you dip, suck, and slide, you jerk your beautiful cock exactly the way you like… no, the way you love.
But I want you in me. I want to spread my legs and watch your face as your cock fills me. I try to turn around but you hold me there, devouring me in wet laps. I drop my head farther to the ground, my hands barely holding me up, my knees try not to buckle as your tongue suspends me in delicious, moaning pleasure.
“Your clit. Play with it. The way you like it. Please, your clit.”
And as your head disappears again between my cheeks and my legs, I finger my clit for you. The shaking begins almost right away. My gasps intersperse with your moans. Hearing your voice, feeling the tremor of its vibration between my legs pushes me beyond: I want you so fucking much.
I push my fingers between my folds. They brush up against your tongue and lips and soon, your fingers join mine and I am spread. You dance your tongue like a magician and I am bucking into your face, suspended on my toes as your fingers replace mine and lift me, lift me, lift.
Upright, I turn slightly and my arm wraps around your shoulders. You swoop me up and carry me to the bed. On my back, I reach for you with legs spread but you turn me over and plow into me from behind. Your jaw is set and determined. You will make me cum if it’s the last thing you ever do. I reach to the end of the bed, pushing back into your slamming hips, and beg you to make it so.
My “yes” becomes redundant with jubilation. I sing your name with breathy, harsh, hungry moans. You pull my hip even tighter and with your free hand, slip your thumb into my ass, plunging inside me now with a fervour that surprises you.
“Can you feel it? Can you feel your cock inside me?”
Your head dropping back in a throaty moan is all the answer I need. Both your cock and your thumb dig deeper as I return to my clit. I like this sandwich we’ve made. I can feel myself trying to hold my squirt in; I want to cum with you. I want to feel us soak the bed together.
“… ohplease, please, I am so close” I beg. My “yes'” now guide each pound. Our hot bodies slap all slick against the other. We are so close. We are so close. We are so so so fucking close…
you can’t blame gravity…
paradise by the dashboard lights…
I was driving today in the rain. Stopped at a light, I dropped my chapstick between my legs… like, deep between my legs. When I went to retrieve it, my fingers brushed my clit and I paused. Slowly, I began to trace the smooth material covering my most secret of parts.
I realized how hard it must be for you to find the trip wire of my clit when I am packaged so. I imagined you reaching from the passenger’s seat – like the last time we drove together. My legs parted gently. I saw your beautiful face, your intoxicating eyes, and a moan escaped as I – as you – pressed hard on the tip of my warming iceberg.
The vigour of my rubbing increased until the friction peaked in a pulse of wet, soaking my soft and pretty-now-slippery panties. Cars were honking and driving around me by now, the light having changed long ago. I slipped my hand into my tights and from the side, released my pulsing lips.
Soft.
Fuck, my cunt is so warm and butter-soft when I am like this… when my body remembers your touch.
I danced my fingers between my folds. I could smell myself and my sweet aroma of need. I licked my lips, dropping my head back on the headrest. My thumb rubbed and pressed my clit (exactly the way I love – the way that makes my legs tremble) as my fingers spread and slipped into the wet-wet of my cunt.
When my fingers (yes, plural) filled me, it was your hand. My gasps and moans were echo to yours. The heat of my rosy cheeks fogged up my windows. My hips shimmied around my spontaneous self-pleasure. My fingers – yours – plunged in and out, in and out as my clit grew fuller and unbelievably plush under my thumb – the same thumb that I now imagined was your mouth.
Wet.
Fuck, my cunt is so wet and thrumming-with-thick hunger when you are with me like this. You whipped me into a moaning, trembling, arching plea for more.
When finally I came, my cries matched the rhythm of the dashboard’s hazard light. My breasts arched to the sunroof and my toes curled inside my rainboots. You must’ve heard how your name danced on my O-shaped lips between the cacophony of “yes!” and “oh!”
I licked my fingers for you, sitting there catching your breath beside me. I licked my fingers as my other hand slowly opened your pants. I licked my fingers as my wet mingled with the heat inside your underwear. As I gripped your beautiful hard and kissed you, your hand returned the grip as it slipped into my hair.
Hard.
Our mutual grips re-heat our imagination and I don’t care how many lights need to change for you to cum with me… I just need to hear your sweet release.