We’re all the same. Found this interesting, although not something I can share with my mom or general friends, hence, sharing it here.
while getting a massage with oil sounds good, your hands running over me slick with oil or giving you a slow teasing massage with lotion sounds delightful. What I really need is a good hard fuck! What are you doing on Wednesday, come see me.
I came across this article on elephant journal and I have to agree with the author for the most part, the little things are easy to take care of and i agree I could take care of myself but its not the same as that physical connection with a partner and I’ve come to realize what I really really need and I’ve been missing in my life: a hot, sweaty, rapturous f*ck every once in a while, preferably more often than not.
C = hint hint
This is a four part series, check back nightly for the next installment
I enter through your front door, hoping that you’re not in the living room, that you are lying in your bed sound asleep. I want to prepare your brown leather couch with the restraints and lay out all the tools before I awake you and by tools, I mean toys. I slowly cautiously come into your apartment and check the living room, nope, not in there. I check my surroundings and check your bedroom, not in there either, hmm, I wonder where you are? I send you a text and ask where you are at, you tell me you’re at wellshots with friends.
Change of plans, we need to get you home, you could be out all night. While Christian and Sam keep a lookout, I run the restraints under the bed and secure the loops on the top and bottom of the bed and push them just out of reach so you don’t notice it when you get home. I go back to the living room and lay out the toys, one by one, the little blue vibe, the orange toy, the oil, the candle. I wish I had more time but I don’t know when you’re going to show up. I take the rest of the toys and duffel bag back to the bedroom. Still not home.
We heads over to wellshots. Immediately upon arriving, Christian spots you in the crowd, after grabbing a beer, makes his way over to you, like he knows you. You glance at him, appreciate his body and then turn around. You’re with friends and no one knows your preferences. Sam and I hang back, lets see if Christian can get your attention again. Christian brushes up against you but you don’t bite, you don’t even turn around. Christian walks away. You turn around checking him out. You smile. My turn. I move in closer, weaving my way through the crowd, I put my hand on the small of your back, lean in close so my tits are gently brushing up against you, you turn around, surprised to see me. I whisper in your ear that I have a surprise for you if you just would follow me outside.
You excuse yourself from your friends and follow me outside, Christian is leaning against the outside of the building in the shadows looking nonchalantly gorgeous tall, clean cut tousled dark brown thick hair with beautiful green eyes, his trousers sit on his hips just right, clean crisp white shirt hugging his trim muscular body. Christian walks slowly over to you and whispers into your ear that he wants to take you home, feel your hard cock in his ass and feel your lips wrapped around his hard cock. He runs his hand down your body, sending shivers down your spine. You look at me and then back at him. You tell us you’ll be right back.
So many fantasies have popped into my head, second thought I thinking you with a beard could be very tantalizing. You need to stay longer next time, I want to explore all of you all night long into the wee morning hours and the orange toy will make an appearance. I can’t even think straight, I’m imaging your between my legs pushing the toy in and out of my ass while your beard tickles my clit, my pussy…. don’t hold back, even if I try to stop you, keep going, make me cum with your tongue.
I want to feel your thrust your cum deep inside me, dont worry, all protection is accounted for…bearded man, I have so many things I want to do you and I want you to do to me…come back soon
It popped into my head the other day. I want to draw you, I want to see you standing there in cowboy boots and your boxers, leaning against the door. Add a red-tie that I can pull you towards me with…………..
Lying naked in bed thinking about me, what specifically are you thinking about? Post a comment. I know you’re reading this.. (I’m sick with the flu, I see the text messages but by the time I wake up, I’m sure you’re half way through your day)