Sunday, January 13, 2013

"This is What you Do to Me"

A morning last week I got an email:

'Woke up horny thinking about plunging my cock into you.' 

I was working sporadically that day so I had time to check my emails between lessons.

I don't even have to read the email; just the sight of the new message in his special folder turns me on. Granted it's not always something as sexy as this. Sometimes it's just a hi but I always get wet seeing it. It's an automatic reaction.

'mmmmmmmm which part of me?'

'Your tight pussy xxx'

'Excellent xxx'

'I can't believe how horny I am I just want to wank my cock really hard'

'So why don't you? I thought you'd have it taken care of by now.'

'I'm at work Hun lol'

'So can I sneak into your work station and get my mouth around you then?'

'Yeah I might send you a pic of the aftermath this afternoon!!!'

'Mmm yum!'

'I'm going to get home take a shower, then shave the hair on my cock and balls. The vibrations of the electric shaver will get me super hard then I'll lie back watch some porn on my phone whilst I stroke my big throbbing hard cock. When I cum I'll put my finger over the end so I spray cum all down the shaft and over my hand, I'll take a couple of pics and send you the best one'

'ohhfuckthat'sHot. That will cause a chain reaction, and I'll be wet and in a state until I can get myself off this evening.'

'I can't remember the last time I was this horny'

By this point I was dripping, I was expecting a student any moment. I was hidden in the spare room where I teach, on the bed with the computer on my thighs and one had pressing my clit to ease the tension. The next email had an attachment.

I opened it to find exactly what he'd described. His rock hard cock in his hand with the gorgeous definition of his veins and smooth head, perfectly drizzled with his milky white cum. It literally looked like melting ice-cream covered with vanilla syrup.

'This is what you do to me'   It read.

'Ooooh fuck, I could lick that like an ice-cream. Looks soooo goood!'

I got lucky that afternoon. My last student cancelled and bf headed off to work. Needless to say as soon as I had a moment I used his lovely picture to finish myself off. I didn't need any extra stimuli. I slipped my hand into my leggings, under my sweater-dress and circled my clit before delving in.

Images of him standing above me, like the first time we had sex in Nottingham, stroking himself while looking down upon my naked body. My head tilting back in expectation asking him to cum for me; waiting for the shower of boiling hot cum to spray over my tits and neck, a second wave across my lips and chin. My hands rubbing over my breasts feeling them slip over my nipples wet with cum.
Waves of spasms gripped my body as the images of that scene faded.

*having written it out has gotten me right back into that state... and I may well have pull that picture up  again*


Ebony Panther said...

Delicious thoughts.

The world according to Gaz said...

Sometimes the image is all you need but it could never replace the real thing.

Advizor54 said...

I'm speechless and look desperately for enough privacy to grab my phone....