I was on a boat all morning with three macho italian guys and one other woman.
I was in my silver bikini, sunglasses and straw cowboy style hat. I got hot, sticky, sweaty and salty. And all I can think of is Rob's cock. I'd get both my hands wrapped snugly around the shaft and let them slide slowly up and down, teasing the tip with my tongue and lips. He'd want more, and start thrusting, holding my head with his hands, forcing it further into my mouth. I wouldn't be able to breathe, saliva running down my chin and onto my chest. I'd pull back gasping for air, just to lunge myself back onto it forcing it even further into my throat.
I'm wet just thinking about it. I've "forgotten" to put my panties on after my shower. Freshly shaved pussy is always soft and smooth. I've dipped in a few times just to see how wet I really am, but I haven't gone past that. The fire is burning and he's the only one that can put it out. I've tried to quench that fire myself. It goes dull, but the embers remain, they ignite at the slightest thought.
8 comments:
The picture you paint causes such a delightful image in my mind.
Excellent use of words. It's so confusing when someone overwhelms you so... but those feelings are what make life worth living, so enjoy them :-)
Heat and exposed flesh just can get you so horny, dripping wet... such delicious moments, even with the craving.
sounds perfectly delightful and especially sexy and seductive. I wish it was me you were thinking about.
Sage: I'm glad I could create such a lovely image... don't let it go to waste ;-)
DN: thanks. I will never deny those feelings. I can't it would make me regret it too much.
Green: Ohhh yessss... the hotter, the wetter. Summer is torture sometimes.
James: it's hard to direct the heart and libido sometimes ;-)
Surely you don't believe I would let it go to waste do you?
hmm... no not really... it was a rhetorical comment
Good, I hate to think folks were misled or otherwise not clear about me
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