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Your words are a powerful expression of sensuality. They caress my intellect and stroke my spirit. They make my mind take erotic turns, slips and slides. They somersault off of your lips and dive into my own mouth. I can see them in my mind and conjure all that you mean to say adding my own twist of absurdity… Your mind excites me and your words make me melt.

Every word on the screen embraces me. I see them in my mind’s eye. And even days later when I picture them, the sight makes my cunt wet and sends those, so long ago, yet familiar tingles deep through my cunt.

Hold me, I want you. I slip my ethereal arms around your waist and see the moan appear on the screen as I push my body as close to yours as I’m allowed… I know it’s escaping your mind as you type and I need to know everything.

We undress each other as we undress ourselves, piece by piece. You ask me to slip off my shorts and I comply. You don’t need to see it to believe me and you unbuckle your belt and unzip your jeans even as I slip my own shorts off and toss them off my feet. I ask you to leave them around your ankles. I want to envision you sitting in front of the screen, leaning back, underwear and crumpled jeans around your ankles. You can leave your unbuttoned shirt on but I want it so your hairy belly and chest shows. I can see all of this with only words…

Fingers telling you everything you want to hear. I place my hands on the keyboard and begin to type.

The lights are low, the glow of the screen, you write to me what you want tonight, ask me if I’ve ever written such canlı bahis thoughts out or am I not able to express them. You know better and can almost hear me when I type, almost… Don’t be absurd.

The wet spot on my underwear continues to grow and still you won’t let me take my hands from the keyboard. My body gives over to the gentle rocking back and forth in my chair but I find little relief for my efforts.

Closing my eyes, I have to hear you. The page is not enough anymore.

I want more…

The poetry reverberates in my ears. I remember the cadence, tone and expression in the low softness as you read. I’m imagining what you feel reading those words, to me, for me, cheeks flushed hot. I’m painting your picture into mine with every word…

My heart leaps when the phone rings. Even though I expected it, it doesn’t fail to startle me. I answer it without words and your complementing silence confirms it is indeed you… Breathing only and I’m taken, instinctively heading for my bed to lie down and talk to you. I want to hear your voice. Low and deep, sensual and quiet. That growl, your guttural and animal moans as you begin to orgasm.

I have to have you. It’s never enough. I want you in the flesh, to feel the strength in your arms clasping me to you… I’m on my back, legs apart, with a dildo, fucking myself. But there’s no connect. I need to feel you wrapped around me. Your arms holding me. I could almost cry, I need to have you so badly. I need you inside of me, I need to feel your weight on top of me. You, not this non- entity piece of plastic. bahis siteleri I want to taste your salty sweat. I need to smell your scent, that masculine musk. Those lips, I have to suck them, taste them. Biting your flesh, drawing blood and I don’t give a fuck anymore. I want to mark you and I want yours…

Still, I want more…

I open my eyes and you’re there, above me. Telling me you’ve wanted to come to me for so long, needing, wanting. Lying down beside me, strong hands run gently along my face, caressing every wrinkle, stripping the flesh, exposing my own vulnerabilities. Yet I’m so secure in your tenderness, your honesty, your love, I become unabashed and open myself fully to you…

Finally, from my dreams, our pages and pages of script, the music of your voice in my ears. And now in my arms, legs wrapped around you, drawing you in so I thought we couldn’t be closer.

But we want more…

Your cock swells to meet the same passion within my cunt. Flesh to flesh, honeyed tongue to honeyed tongue, dripping every thought, those pasted words from so long ago, every moment of self-induced orgasm, finally, reality now together. Entering me, deeply connecting, feeling fuller, I know your soul…

My body rises to meet yours, lifting me off the bed with every thrust. Your sweat, dripping off your face onto my lips, I taste it, lap at it like a pup, our tongues tasting it together. Your tongue as deep as your cock now. I’m moaning your name as I beg you to fuck me harder and harder. Say my name, like so many times before…

Fuck me like bahis şirketleri it was the first time, fuck me like it’s the last time, fuck me like it will be the only time. Then fuck me even harder because we both know the truth of those words. Nothing else matters anymore. It’s only you and I, finally.

I want to see you exposed, vulnerable, and so in love. Fuck me so fast that it seems slow motion, time stands still and I don’t care who sees us or who hears us or knows anymore because I am so full of desire and passion for your being that nothing else in the world matters. I don’t give a shit anymore who sees… I am so fucking sick of hiding my passion. We are oblivious to it all as we spiral upwards towards orgasm.

Your strong fingers running over my scalp, grabbing handfuls of my hair, so long, like silk wrapped around your fists… pulling it taut as I hold fistfuls of yours. Grown so long, just for me.

Let me hold you hard inside me, your body crushing me. Feeling your heartbeat, strong in time with my own. Fuck me until we are one with the universe. Fuck me until I see God and I see God in your face.

Look into my eyes and don’t lose contact. Cumming and cumming and cumming together… My fingernails digging into your back, dragging you, pulling you, grinding you, deeper and deeper into me. And you tell me, shout at me, harder, harder…

The red streaks appearing up and down your soft, white flesh. You moan in pain and pleasure… I need to suck you, drain you, breathe you, eat you and fuck you over and over and over. Screaming out in agony and crying out in ecstasy because they are one in the same. I need to hear you screaming out my name, telling me over and over and over again you love me, you love me…

The Mithric cape of the universe falls away…

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