It's the middle of the night. I am sitting alone writing, overcharged with sexual energy. Candlelight cascades over my simple table and chair. My imagination is running wild as thoughts of my lover spill out line by line onto the paper. She is my muse and my passion. She is my weakness. Tonight, I am using her remarkable power over me to write about how she makes me feel. Each sentence relays my thoughts, my actions, and how I feel when I am with her. Just one look from her dazzling eyes makes me collapse inside and surrender to her will.
I turn the page and continue my story; suddenly, the faint aroma of her perfume floats past me like a ghost's presence in the shadows. The scent makes me recall the last time we were together; how she ran her fingers through my hair and wound it up, making sure not one strand touched my neck. I can almost feel her soft breath at my nape, and the gentle presses of her mouth on my skin. I note every detail as the candles flicker around me. I can see her shadow hovering over me, covering me like a blanket. I fantasize about her hands roaming over my shoulders and cupping my breasts. My skin tingles at the mere thought of her touch. I love it when she traces my collarbone as she runs her tongue lightly to my ear. I can already imagine her tongue elsewhere. I explain it in my story and feel my knees buckle. I press my thighs tightly together and feel my wetness gushing in between. I get so wet when she kisses me there. She always knows just what to do to push me over the edge.
I wish she were here right now! I know exactly what would happen. She would come to me from behind and slide my shirt off. Then, lay it down on the table for me to see, making me anticipate that I am going to lose all my clothes very shortly. She would stand in front of me, letting me admire her voluptuous curves. She would straddle my lap, lean down slowly, and tease my mouth with her tongue. My lust consumes me. I can feel my pussy tense, imagining her body close to mine. I love the feel of her silky skin pressed against my thighs. I want her so badly right now.
I put my pen down and yank my shirt off. I lean back and spread my legs wide in the chair. I inch my fingers inside my streaming wet cunt and fuck myself slowly, just the way she would do it. I close my eyes and lean my head back, grinding up and down on my hand.
I open my eyes again, and suddenly I feel my lover’s hands trail over my chest from behind. I am so consumed by passion. I don’t know if it’s real or my imagination, until I feel her face press against mine.
“I like catching you like this,” she whispers in my ear.
I am startled, my hand slowly inching out of my pussy. “No. Don’t stop,” she commands. Her hand presses over mine, pushing my fingers back inside me.
“What are you doing here?” I want to ask, but her hand presses over my mouth to silence me. Her lips follow to distract me further.
I can hear her undressing behind me. She walks in front of me with her panties in her hand. She twirls them around her finger and trails the cloth over my face. I inhale her delicate scent as she kisses my neck and runs her tongue over my chin. She kisses my lips, then kneels between my spread thighs. She presses her panties between my teeth for me to bite down on as she teases me.
Her tongue snakes down my body. Every slow bite and kiss drives me closer to insanity. She hoists my legs over her shoulders and inches her luscious tongue inside me. Her hands grip my waist as she sucks my clit. Her mouth feels so good that I gasp, letting the panties fall from between my teeth. She takes them and stuffs the lace inside me. I feel the fabric soaking up my juices as my walls tighten around them. The sensation of the lace and her soft smooth fingers pushing inside me is almost enough to make me come.
She whirls her tongue around my clit, now swollen and aching for release. She suctions her soft, wet lips around it as I circle my hips over her face. I take her hair in my hands and hold her head steady as I fuck her mouth. She whirls her tongue harder and faster until I explode in a jolt of pleasure.
She kisses my pussy softly, slowing her pace, letting me feel each maddening pulse. Then she slowly pulls her panties out of me and trails the soaked fabric over her tongue, tasting my juices. I am consumed, watching her luscious mouth. I slide to the floor with her and kiss her passionately, my hands gripping tightly at her breasts. I push her onto her back, her legs wrapping around my waist. I grind my pussy on hers, hard and fast. She holds me close, gripping my ass, making the sweet friction between us build. I don’t stop until she is shaking and moaning, so ready to come. Then I slide down and suck her pussy until she explodes in my mouth. I rest my fingers inside her and lick up and down, while her swollen cunt pumps and quivers against my tongue.
I kiss up her body slowly. Her chest is still heaving. I flick my tongue over her nipples and move up to kiss her lips. My thoughts are hazy, lost in the softness of her mouth. Her hands grab my face, keeping me close. Her thighs wrap around my waist again. I already know our evening will not end until morning. I commit every detail to memory and finally finish my story the next day while she sleeps. When she wakes again, I will start another chapter.
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