Thursday, August 02, 2007

Opening, Night

It's late at night, or early in the morning, and I wake because your hands are on me. You're all over my body, hands roaming, fingers tweaking my nipples and stroking my breasts, strong fingers parting my lips and pushing, gently, inside.

I like the feeling of waking up and opening to you, knowing, because it is you, there is no need to hold back, no need to cover and hide. There is only the gift of offering myself, of your hands and my body, the bridge we form together that takes us to a new place.

In the dark, your hands open and push me wide. Your fingers rub and touch until my pussy is wet, until there's a river of warmth running down my thighs, a gush I didn't anticipate and can't control, squirting shows how wet I am for you, how much I want what you offer, how turned on and hungry your touch makes my body.

As you hover above me, I know you smile. I know you smile as you plunge your cock right in, hard and thick and just as hungry, desperate for the pleasure ride, that feeling of my cunt gripping you so tight, even as I gush and gush.

It's so good to feel us together, so good to be so wet, so good to have you inside.

1 comment:

swordfish155 said...

A wonderful post...trying to keep up with the twists and turns of your life, I'm wondering whether it's real or imagined. Wonderful either way.