Deadlines, schedules, constant pressures to achieve the unachievable. I feel my life is constantly dictated to by shackles of time. So when I finally get some ‘me’ time I make no apologies for taking the time to savior these moments. I like to grab hold of these opportunities with both hands, well one at least, and enjoy every second you can give me.
Everybody has a different perception on what it means to be truly happy. I could quite comfortably, if I was to so happen to find myself in a similar position, label myself as being happy. Some may argue but the opinion of mad people doesn’t really count does it.
I wonder how strong your will power might be. With one hand caressing your clenched cheeks, the other poised mercilessly just inside your pussy could you do as you are told. My deep voice explaining in intricate detail the things I am going to do to your body tonight. How gently I am going to kiss this, how I am going to tease that. Would you be able to control your self or would it be too much. Would the quiver in your thighs force you to lower your hips letting my fingers slide deep inside you. Without moving my hand would the images my voice puts in your head make you raise and lower your like the wanton woman you really are. Feeling the pleasures of my fingers pushing and pulling against your swollen pussy. Would the sound of your wetness coating my fingers make you quicken in pace as your body wills itself toward orgasm. Would you be able to control yourself?
Frantic, sweaty, hard sex definitely has it’s place, but sometimes it’s just as hot feeling the connection with someone. Slow calculated movements, my cock clenched inside you while my thumb slowly strums against your clit. My throbbing cock filling you completely, soaking in your wetness, enjoying the soft moans escaping your lips. No hurry, no cares, just the two of us and endless possibilities.
I can’t help it, sometimes I’m a thruster. Something about the feel of a woman working me over in her mouth combined with the thrill of having my tongue buried between her legs, well it kind of overwhelms me. At least you know I’m enjoying myself!
I know this makes you squirm. I know you are squeezing your thighs together as you remember the feelings. Feeling the pressure of my cock against your lips, feeling my head part between your lips. Gasping as the ridge pushes inside you. That intense feeling of being stretched and filled as I push myself deeper and deeper inside you. Feeling each vein and bump as my cock pushes along your slick pussy as slides in and out. I know if you watch this long enough you can almost feel me.
I love it when a woman does this, especially first thing in the morning. My tongue tasting her sweet wetness as she grinds her pussy onto my hungry mouth. Letting my tongue slip between her lips teasing and tasting every crease. Letting her pleasure herself as I hold my tongue in place as she rises and lowers herself. Then taking control as I grip her hips holding her in place while I let the tip of my tongue glide along her clit. The sweet taste of her pussy on my lips a beautiful reminder of her for the rest of my day.
I love the orgasms I get when when you try to fight it. When with all the stubborn resolution only a woman possess you try to hold off. Your mind oblivious to the world around you, your only focus the intense pressure building within. You can’t decide whether to moan, scream, squeal or cry so overwhelming is the pleasure. Your cunt ravaged, swollen and pulsing, your nipples aching with their hardness and still you try to hold off. But as you feel the flood rush out from deep within, your back arches, your head is thrown back screaming out in pleasure you need to understand you can’t always win.
There is something incredibly sexy about making a woman scream out in pleasure. It’s even more satisfying when they are the quiet, shy type. When the controlled, measured, often guarded exterior is shattered to reveal the wanton, lustful temptress that lies beneath. Inhibitions eroded as she finds herself thrusting her hips back a little harder, spreading her legs a little wider, arching her back just that little bit more. At that moment in my eyes she could not be any sexier. I need her so badly, I need to drive my tongue into her darkest and most intimate places and ravage her. I want to overwhelm her senses, make her sweat and swear and cum so hard she nearly passes out. I need my taste buds to taste every wave of pleasure and feel every release.