Life changes, and nowadays I hardly have time to compose my most beautiful fantasies in this blog.But this does not mean I haven't been fantasizing it.
When one has a written sex life, however, at some point it starts to feel i'm running out of creativity... All in all, it's just fucking. It will be always about me being penetrated, licked, choked, slapped, kissed... It's always about my dripping wet pussy,sometimes hiding under a lacey lingerie, sometimes exposed, wide openly served at my man's will, deeply explored by his fingers, devoured by his hungry mouth, raped by his tongue, blessed with that hot load of cum I feel his cock splashing inside my asshole.
Even if reality sounds sexy in these occasions, it doesn't go beyond my puffed pussy, drooling over some mental image as the ones previous described. And the ways I'll find to satisfy its moisted lust. My small fingers might be not as glorious as my lover's, but they know exactly where to go and how to move to give me exactly what my body wants to feel, in contrast with the pleasant torture of pushing a toy into my tight ass. Just so it will take a massive meat without ripping, when he bangs me merciless in our games.
It's always the same story I tell you, and it always makes my panties soaked. And thats precisely why I share it, wishing this note will make your cock as hard as I want it to be when I sit rough on it.
How does it feel to know the reason I'm this wet is because I'm dreaming on your cock? Or do you even understand how much I eager for you? I fucking love your soul, but everything about your body is scandalous sexual. Excuse me for craving you so much. I can't control it. You flood my senses and that's just orgasmic in all possible levels.
If only I could guide your hand in between my legs now...you'd feel my enhardened clit through my wet cotton panties. Again. And I can feel it a zillion times, and describe it a zillion thousand times and will still feel the same urge. The almost painful demanding of your skin crushing against mine, your cock buried between my legs to the root...
You like it, don't you...to own this pussy, inserting fingers and things and tongues. You can only really afflict it by keeping your touch away. I can beg to be attached to your cock by a sucking machine. Tied up in a forced orgasm belt with my mouth opened by some rubber ring. Lost in dreams in your arms, still dreaming in my sleep while you caress my butthole with a moisted finger and the hot head of your dick.
I'll wake up in paradise feeling you grab me by the pussy and impale me harder. These boobs are handles for you to squeeze as forcing this cock deeper into me.
It's always the same routine, of hard fucking, sweat and cum. Its always the same cock I fancy, the same taste I crave, the same voice I want to listen.
Now tell me to shut up, and take it as a good girl.
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