mssweetangelina
Queenly
- Joined
- Jul 6, 2003
- Posts
- 570
By popular demand.....
He lays on his back with a thin film of sweat covering his body. As he gazes up at me, I can see such tenderness in his eyes yet there's a smoldering undercurrent of devilishness. I lay next to him, absentmindedly raking my nails down his chest, abdomen and inner thighs. He whispers how good I make him feel, how right this is. He's never trusted anyone as he does me and it makes him feel safe and comforted. As I lean forward and kiss his lips they taste salty yet still sweet. At this precise moment it's difficult to envision that this same man who lays before me now is the same one that can be so commanding, so "in charge" of his life, personal and otherwise. This same man who's had me on my knees before him, begging him to take me, make me his possession to do with what he wants. Many a night when we've been apart have I heard his voice in my ear, talking to me on the telephone telling me how desperate he needs me to be for his touch. Hours spent on the phone succumbing to his wishes, his instructions, making myself whine and cry for him to come back to me and fill me the way only he can.
Yet here we lay right now, his voice as completely different as his needs. Tonight he's giving himself to me again and there's nothing else I can compare it to. He tells me he needs me inside him, to complete him with the missing piece only I own. He watches as I strap on, my hand moving up and down the shaft, loving the cool firmness. I can see him smile and close his eyes briefly, preparing to mentally let himself go to our special place. I move between his legs and he opens them for me, his hand slowly stroking his hardness for me to see. He places his strong legs upon my shoulders as I guide myself to him. I can hear a soft groan as he feels me tease him, barely pushing into him as I position myself. Once I've barely entered him that feeling rises in me again. To say it's a feeling of want doesn't even come close for it's a raw need that we both share. I hold onto his ankles and begin to thrust into him; he easily takes me without hesitation. I smoothly push into him and feel his weight shift slighly as his back arches. My nipples are erect and aching as I start taking him, entering slowly, deliberately, then beginning to withdraw as his body moves with mine. His eyes never leave mine as I begin to take him harder and he tells me just how good I feel inside him. Sudden abandon takes over and I'm pumping into him; his hesitation and tentativeness completely gone. He wants it, NEEDS it and I don't intend to stop. I cry out his name as he pants heavily and I continue to thrust into him harder and faster and deeper, the room spinning as he's losing control...
Comments? Thoughts? You know what to do...
A
He lays on his back with a thin film of sweat covering his body. As he gazes up at me, I can see such tenderness in his eyes yet there's a smoldering undercurrent of devilishness. I lay next to him, absentmindedly raking my nails down his chest, abdomen and inner thighs. He whispers how good I make him feel, how right this is. He's never trusted anyone as he does me and it makes him feel safe and comforted. As I lean forward and kiss his lips they taste salty yet still sweet. At this precise moment it's difficult to envision that this same man who lays before me now is the same one that can be so commanding, so "in charge" of his life, personal and otherwise. This same man who's had me on my knees before him, begging him to take me, make me his possession to do with what he wants. Many a night when we've been apart have I heard his voice in my ear, talking to me on the telephone telling me how desperate he needs me to be for his touch. Hours spent on the phone succumbing to his wishes, his instructions, making myself whine and cry for him to come back to me and fill me the way only he can.
Yet here we lay right now, his voice as completely different as his needs. Tonight he's giving himself to me again and there's nothing else I can compare it to. He tells me he needs me inside him, to complete him with the missing piece only I own. He watches as I strap on, my hand moving up and down the shaft, loving the cool firmness. I can see him smile and close his eyes briefly, preparing to mentally let himself go to our special place. I move between his legs and he opens them for me, his hand slowly stroking his hardness for me to see. He places his strong legs upon my shoulders as I guide myself to him. I can hear a soft groan as he feels me tease him, barely pushing into him as I position myself. Once I've barely entered him that feeling rises in me again. To say it's a feeling of want doesn't even come close for it's a raw need that we both share. I hold onto his ankles and begin to thrust into him; he easily takes me without hesitation. I smoothly push into him and feel his weight shift slighly as his back arches. My nipples are erect and aching as I start taking him, entering slowly, deliberately, then beginning to withdraw as his body moves with mine. His eyes never leave mine as I begin to take him harder and he tells me just how good I feel inside him. Sudden abandon takes over and I'm pumping into him; his hesitation and tentativeness completely gone. He wants it, NEEDS it and I don't intend to stop. I cry out his name as he pants heavily and I continue to thrust into him harder and faster and deeper, the room spinning as he's losing control...
Comments? Thoughts? You know what to do...
A
Last edited:
