24 yr old Male looking for women to weave fantasies with.
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An open letter:
Dear Mum,
I've been watching you for years now. While you stood there at your window silently staring at the empty street on hot white afternoons, did you know that I was watching you?
Unknown to you. Across the street. In the gloom of my curtained room, through the thin crack of my window, my hand in my shorts slowly pumping up and down on my cock, staring at you in a fevered daze.
I know you are there alone, your husband is off at work, and your son is at his friends house. You stand there waiting for them to return. Waiting. Alone. You are wearing a thin pink gown; the hot afternoon wind makes it stick close to your body. My fevered gaze moves over your body. I see the think pink cloth cling to the soft swellings of your breasts. I can see the gentle slope of your loins; the cloth bunches at your crotch. I am almost in pain from the longing to reach out and tear the flimsy cloth away and push my hand in your hairy cunt. A swollen, hairy married cunt that will weep its juices for me...
"Lonely Mum Across The Street", one day your secret son will visit you on one of these hot summer afternoons.
I will make my way through the silent house, to the window where you are standing looking out at the still white afternoon. I'm barefoot, moving silently past a big empty bed that whispers naughty promises to me. You are at the window, standing with your legs slightly apart, I can see the warm white sun through the pink of your gown between your legs. I'm right behind you now; you are unaware of my presence. I can smell your skin and your hair. I gently lick the nape of your neck. I taste you. My body moves into yours. My rigid cock nestles in the softness of your ass. My right hand reaches around to cup your pussy and the left gently grasps your left breast. You are silent; your body moves back, you are melting onto me. I can feel the wetness of your cunt seeping through the thin gown onto my hand as it gently invades your moistness. You slowly turn your head back, your eyes are closed and wet, your lips are dry and trembling, a tear trickles down onto then. I lick it off your lips. You slowly open your eyes, and look at me. " I know you”, you say.
Speak back, I'm waiting...
Please PM me.
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An open letter:
Dear Mum,
I've been watching you for years now. While you stood there at your window silently staring at the empty street on hot white afternoons, did you know that I was watching you?
Unknown to you. Across the street. In the gloom of my curtained room, through the thin crack of my window, my hand in my shorts slowly pumping up and down on my cock, staring at you in a fevered daze.
I know you are there alone, your husband is off at work, and your son is at his friends house. You stand there waiting for them to return. Waiting. Alone. You are wearing a thin pink gown; the hot afternoon wind makes it stick close to your body. My fevered gaze moves over your body. I see the think pink cloth cling to the soft swellings of your breasts. I can see the gentle slope of your loins; the cloth bunches at your crotch. I am almost in pain from the longing to reach out and tear the flimsy cloth away and push my hand in your hairy cunt. A swollen, hairy married cunt that will weep its juices for me...
"Lonely Mum Across The Street", one day your secret son will visit you on one of these hot summer afternoons.
I will make my way through the silent house, to the window where you are standing looking out at the still white afternoon. I'm barefoot, moving silently past a big empty bed that whispers naughty promises to me. You are at the window, standing with your legs slightly apart, I can see the warm white sun through the pink of your gown between your legs. I'm right behind you now; you are unaware of my presence. I can smell your skin and your hair. I gently lick the nape of your neck. I taste you. My body moves into yours. My rigid cock nestles in the softness of your ass. My right hand reaches around to cup your pussy and the left gently grasps your left breast. You are silent; your body moves back, you are melting onto me. I can feel the wetness of your cunt seeping through the thin gown onto my hand as it gently invades your moistness. You slowly turn your head back, your eyes are closed and wet, your lips are dry and trembling, a tear trickles down onto then. I lick it off your lips. You slowly open your eyes, and look at me. " I know you”, you say.
Speak back, I'm waiting...
