There are thoughts I have, from time to time. They are not strictly ok. Times where you pass me by, our hands touch for a second and lighting shoots through me. It’s not ok, I tell myself. It’s not ok to think of you in this different light. This side of me continues to weave secret stories in to my subconscious, flashes of your hands gripping me tightly, your teeth grazing my neck as I arch against you. It’s not ok.
I take my self away from you. In another life time maybe. Work bores me; I sit lifelessly at a desk and think over the mediocre chores of the day. Letting my mind slip to you from time to time, I drift between different situations, different places. My mind settles on one.
Lying side by side in the grass, the sun beating down on my face, there’s little to say in a place like this, comfortable silence seems more appropriate. The wind blows gently over us and brings the warm smell of your skin with it; I inhale deeply and breathe a sigh of satisfaction, who knew a person could smell so good. We aren’t close, not close enough to touch unless I reach out, but I crave you, I crave the feeling of your skin on mine, the thought of it makes me prickle with anticipation. You’re lying on your back, face towards the sun, one arm lazily strung over your face, the other at your side, I slide my hand across the soft grass and slowly meet your fingers and even the slightest touch is enough to make me want them in me.
Its getting later now, but the hot summer air persuades those who crave each other to stay and watch the sun set. The deep purples and reds create a glow over the lake that’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. I gaze over to you, you’ve moved your arm now, no longer needing shade, you watch me. Your blue eyes looking in to mine. God those eyes, it’s enough that I want you with just your smell, but those eyes could break me. Cristal blue, like nothing I’ve ever seen before, soft but with a longing in them, for me perhaps?
The people leave one by one as the night sky takes over this picturesque place. No one left but us. It takes my everything not to leap on you. We’re sitting now; the warm air has passed and gives way to a cool breeze. You suggest we walk, you stand and offer your hand to help me up, I take it and we walk. The willow trees hang like silk at the water’s edge, silver streaks along their long arms, light reflecting of anything wet. Were walking side by side and I can feel you brush against me; I’d give anything to be under you.
I trip and stumble over a tree root in front of a huge willow, luckily missing the water’s edge, its dark and I’m clumsy in my dazed state. Not focused, not paying attention. You laugh as your hand reaches out to help me, you pull me to me feet, stabilising me in front of you, one hand on the small of my back the other still holding mine. I step backwards and lean on to the tree’s thick trunk. Your eyes even shine in the dark, drawing every bit of light to them and exploding. You step forward, still smiling that beautiful smile of yours, perfect white teeth in a cheeky grin, amused by my lack of stability. Standing with my back against the tree and looking up in to your eyes, all I can think is kiss me. You know me well enough; you can read me like a book. Stepping forward, you take my hand and place it against the tough bark of the tree, leaning in to me, your body just touching enough of me to send me wild, your hair falls over your eyes as you dip your head, a smile playing over your mouth. Your other hand strokes my side, electricity shooting all over my body as I long for your lips on mine. Your grip tightens on my side holding me in place and you lean in to brush my mouth with yours, the softest of gestures and you know it drives me wild. Your lips slide to my neck, teasing me, hard teeth bite at the soft skin causing me to squirm under your touch and you know how much I want you.
Your fingers play at my side, feeling your way under my shirt, bringing my skin to life under your touch as thousand senses beg you to fuck me. Still kissing me, you slide down my body, lifting my shirt; you kiss my stomach, my hips and your hands moves to my thighs softly stroking them. You push my skirt up slowly, your lips move to kiss me there. I’m dripping already. Softly licking and kissing me, tasting the sweetness of my pussy you push one finger deep in to me and I let out a moan for you.
I can feel myself building; I want nothing more than to cum for your tongue, but I’m not stupid, I know you want to fuck. I’m begging you to fuck me. Standing to un buckle your belt, you push your jeans over your hips and It’s enough to make me drop to my knees, desperate to taste you. I take your cock in my hand, you’re hard. Gently I kiss you, feeling the air rush out of your lungs as I slide you in to my mouth. You hands slide to the back of my head and guide my over your cock. As I move faster, taking more of you in to me, your breath quickens, I can feel your urgency, your greed, your hips move with me, you hand holds my face, one round my throat making sure I take it all, fucking my face as you fill my mouth with your sweet warm liquid. You step back to admire how I look, you’ve pulled my t-shirt down in the process and so I’m kneeling partially naked, looking up at you, hair roughed up, the left over shine of cum dripping down me, a perfect picture of abuse.
You come to sit by me, a hazy look on your face, relaxed and content. With a gentle push I’m on my back and your face is buried in my chest, teeth gently biting at my nipples, fingers stroking my pussy. Your body is strong you push apart my legs roughly with you knee and move over me. I can feel your jeans strain against me, your hard already, your belt still undone, you move closer, hands now entwined in my hair, pulling my head back slightly. You kiss my neck, teeth sinking in to me, sharp and painful. I wrap my legs around your waist and feel you hard cock pressing against me, so I lift my hips, you slide in to me, I can’t help but let out a cry of pleasure as you fill me. Your rough, you pull, you slap, you scratch me as you fuck me, all I can do is beg you for more as I my orgasm builds. Your hands move to my throat and cut my breathing down by half, it’s euphoric. I can only last a few seconds before I explode over you.
Reality, it’s a bitch. Work bores me; I sit lifelessly at a desk and think over the mediocre chores of the day. Letting my mind slip to you from time to time, I drift between different situations, different places…..