How does it feel.......
...when you haven't had sex in a week or more, when you're so keyed up you can hardly stand it? When every thought is of dirty delightful fantasies, every shift you make in your seat only increases your arousal, every whisper of fabric against your skin makes you burn to be rid of that clothing, hot and nude and pressed relentlessly against your partner of choice?
How does it feel.......
...when you're lying in bed, hand moving restlessly between your legs, fingers buried to the knuckles in your soaking wet pussy, playing with your clit and sending brilliant sparks of pleasure like summer lightning through your body? When your hips are moving of their own volition, grinding, rolling, enacting that hard rhythm you want more than anything else at that moment?
How does it feel......
...when I'm lying between your thighs, drinking delicately of your nectar, delighted as always by the way that each fresh swipe of my tongue doesn't use up the wetness there, only producing more? When I'm caressing you with mouth and teeth and tongue, sucking, licking, biting oh so very gently? When I'm gripping your ass in both hands to raise and pull you closer to my hungry mouth? When you're crying out, incoherent moans dissolving to frantic entreaties to keep going, urging me to keep going, oh yes, right.........
THERE?
How does it feel......
...when you're gripping the headboard in both hands, pushing yourself back at me, tossing your hair, harder, harder, yes, that's it, harder still? When I'm pounding you relentlessly, trying to hammer you through the wall and into the next apartment over, where the occupants are even now feverishly masturbating to the sounds of our screaming?
How does it feel......
...when we're in the shower and I upend a bottle of body wash over your glistening breasts? When I turn blue gel into pounds of lather and spread them from head to toe over your slippery form? When I walk around you, coating every inch of you in slick suds, hands roaming from toes to the nape of your neck and everywhere in between? How does it feel when your legs are trembling from my attentions and your nipples are standing out like tiny cherries and your breath is coming in hard sharp pants? How does it feel when you're dripping so much wetness that the suds are rapidly being washed down your legs?
How does it feel......
...when I part your lips with my crown and push forward? When you feel my shaft sinking into you, plumbing your depths more absolutely than any explorer could ever imagine? When you're gripping me fiercely, owning my every inch, giving me your all, begging for more and taking everything I offer with gasping moans of assurance and assent? When your fingernails scrawl bleeding trails across my back, flaying me with your desire and need?
How does it feel......
...when we're out in public and you whisper exactly, precisely, what you're thinking at that very moment? When you can see my own reaction not just in my face but in the bulge at my crotch? When you trace its length with fingertips, each new caress serving only to delineate and accent its rigid outline? When you drape yourself over me from behind, pressing your breasts against me, undulating snakelike, your busy hands working over my front in perfect innocence, simply appearing idle caresses to curious onlookers? When your lips are still dripping honey into my ear, delicious descriptions of what you're going to do to me the very instant we are alone? When every tiny touch has me gulping, fighting for control, a wet spot forming in my jeans?
How does it feel......
...when you're rising and falling above me, your cunt clenching my length tightly inside you, your wetness splashing all over me, your hands pressed firmly on my chest? When you're dragging your hair in a long slow sweep down my body with every slow downstroke you make? When you can see my eyes, desperate and mad, rolling about in pleasure-wracked spirals? When I'm shuddering all over like I've been tasered, but it's your electric touch that has me so affected? When you know you have complete control of me and will keep me in that envelope of ecstasy until you've tasted your own cup of delight to the full?
How does it feel? Tell me....I want to know more.
-- PB
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