| 11:29p |
She wanted him tonight…she wants him every night…every day….every damn minute. She hates how much she wants him, hates how he does things to her body without even trying…hates how wet she gets simply being in his presence… but she can’t help herself. He is the most infuriating, vain, arrogant, adorable, witty, smart, creative, challenging, sexy man she has ever had the misfortune to lay eyes on.
She wanted to meet him…somewhere dark. She wanted to slip into his car; in the back seat, pull up her skirt and invite him in…but first she wanted to taste him…. to take him into her mouth…to devour him. She wanted to slide his pants down, over his cock…watch it spring out for some attention. Oh she would give it attention…she wanted to lavish it with attention. She wanted to suck that cock into her throat…feel it grow harder and harder till it made her gag. She wanted to cup his heavy balls in her hands… to take them…one at a time into her mouth…gently sucking, feel them roll around her tongue.
She wanted his sweet ass. She wanted to slide her fingers between his cheeks and let her finger slip into his tightness. She wanted to spread those cheeks apart and thrust her tongue into his tight ass… in, then out, and back in… deeply. She wanted to reach around and grasp his beautiful cock with her hand, wet from her juices. She wanted to stroke the length of him as she fucked that tight ass with her tongue. She wanted to rub her thumb over the head of his cock…feel his wetness. She wanted to take the head of that cock and suck away the first sweet taste of him. She wanted to slide her tongue up and down…all around his thick, hard, dick…She wanted him to pull his dick from her mouth…to slap her ass, throw her onto her back, and in one hard thrust, fuck her creamy, wet, throbbing, pussy… fuck his slut, fast, hard…deep. She wanted to cum…quickly. She wanted him to wrap her legs over his shoulders, pull his cock from her contented pussy, and in one hard thrust…fuck her ass. She wanted to feel his power, feel the pain…feel that pain turn into pleasure. She wanted to feel HIS pleasure…to look into his eyes and watch him cum for her…his slut.
Instead, he pacified her with a story. It was not his fingers stroking her wet pussy, rather her fingers stroking her throbbing pussy. Instead of his strong fingers rubbing her clitty, it was her fingers rubbing circles round, and round as she listened to his voice…to his story.
Oh, he made her cum…he always makes her cum. He escaped tonight…he won’t be so lucky the next time. They don’t call it hump day for nothing… |