fantasy
Posted 01-12-2009 at 01:45 PM by anti fishstick
Sometimes, I like to sniff my fingers; the lingering scent of pussy from last night's masturbation. I fantasize. I fantasize about cock. I fantasize about waking up in the middle of the night and gently dancing my fingers along my lover's chest. Gently, down, down... He will wake up with arousal responding to my touch. I will squirm my way on top of him and gently kiss his lips, neck, chest, hips. Gently, down, down... He is fully awake now, and I will devour him completely with my lips and tongue. Swirling up and down, I tease. He will gesture me forward as I place myself on top of him and ravage his body at 3am in the morning; we grind. My g-spot hits my orgasm as my wet juices flow out of me; an orgasm so amazing, I squirt. The juice overflows around me, a warm rush of fluid, drenching the covers in a neatly contained circle a quarter the size of the bed. Turning him on even greater at the onset of wetness, and myself turned on to heightened senses, we grind harder, faster. He comes, we embrace, two sweating bodies as one. I hug him tightly, this mystery man, and sleep the night content in his arms.
In real life, I have been too passive and waiting for the taking.
So whoever you are, I'd like to ravage you.
In real life, I have been too passive and waiting for the taking.
So whoever you are, I'd like to ravage you.
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Posted 01-12-2009 at 02:03 PM by guccilvr
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Posted 01-12-2009 at 08:37 PM by Bear Cub
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Posted 01-15-2009 at 01:40 AM by little_tippler
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