Suck and glide up along my slit, still sucking. Never stop sucking. When I grind my mound into your face, that’s me begging for more. That’s me needing you inside me. That’s me fucking your gorgeous face. That’s me wanting to cum. That’s me loving you on me—loving every cunt-sucking second you’re near me.
carry the sky on your back…
I had to change my panties today when I arrived home; I’d been thinking about you. Trying not to think about you made it worse and the warm, secret-gush of my pussy juice had soaked
through. Even now, after changing into fresh lace, I can smell the lingering aroma that’s dried on my fingertips along with a knuckle.
And I think about your mouth, your whiskers pressed deeply against the silky folds of my cunt. Your nose pressed against my trimmed mound. I inhale deeply and as I walk to the sink, I think about you: when you latch on and suck
and suck
and suck…
until light.
every time i’m with you…
When you talk, I must focus on the shape of your words because your voice is already sucking on the softest part above my collarbone, between my neck and my shoulder (and I hope it leaves a mark). And when you smile? Oh, fuck: my cunt is instantly whetted with you-shaped need. When you pause to consider your next thot, I can’t even look at your lips or jaw without fear of giving away the throb that overwhelms my clit; I look away as I cross my long legs and squeeze my ankl
es instead. When our eyes do meet, I am done: I’m already fingering myself on my knees, watching you free your beautiful cock, my jaws slack with wonder. When you assert your heart’s truth, I cross my arms, I fidget, I make… tea, yes, tea… so that I won’t caress and kiss your face and turning, wait for you to pull my panties down so I can bend over — my smooth aroma coaxing out the sweetest of your delicious moans. When you gesture the way you do, I distract us with teasing and talk about others so that I won’t press my slim, naked secrets up against you, so that you won’t notice how my breath still catches every time I see you.
Full of wanting is my cum.
Inside me, your fullness.
you can’t blame gravity…
once upon a sweet time…
tunnel vision…
The problem with looking for images for this blog is that on days like today, I simply cannot choose; you are everywhere. You are in me, on me, behind me. We are wrapped, splayed, spread. I am reaching, pumping, dripping. Together: under, beside, on top. And again: licking, moaning, squirting.
Lover, you are everywhere.
Each image, every video reminds me of what we’ve already done or fuels hope for what might yet be. And I am whipped into horny wet… here, where I sit. I soak my panties thinking about you. I rush home, I climb into bed, into the tub – anywhere I can be wet wet wet. And all I want is to cum with you – for you… and you, for me.
And you have no idea, my Sweet how sexy you truly are.
Truth is, these days are many – so fucking many days like today – when you are all my skin can think about. When I am overwhelmed with wanting you. When I know how well-met we are in that secret place the other needs.
For how complex things are, this is simple: I want you. And I know: you want me. Fuck, I want you more than I know how to say. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Just, fuck.
into space like a kite…
Suck.
My finger in your mouth waits.
My clit trembles to press deeper against your tongue.
Show me your hunger.
My cheeks burn with the delight of your voice
My hands clench with the need of your weight
Taste me.
Unglue me from gravity, from the constraints of “No.”
Unleash the force of your name from my moaning lips.
Hear me, be with me again.
Like you are now.
Please.