Let's Play

[davelit]

I'm Dave. 38, Canadian, and looking to play/chat with a woman of similar interests. Not picky about age or body type, just be you. I like descriptive and dirty, and hopefully you do too. A good give and take, where we can indulge our darkest wants.

I have pockets of time during the day where I can respond quickly, and others where I might disappear into life and work for a bit. I'm married, for whatever it's worth. Have done this elsewhere, but not here. Here's something of what I like to hopefully whet your appetite. Message me if you want to play, or even if you just like it and want to tell me that.

****

I have a problem. Maybe you can help.

I'm thinking of you, wanting you, constantly. When we're together, or alone, lusting over you, undressing you with my eyes and mind, turning even the most innocent situations into something carnal and wanton and needy.

Do you know what you do to me? When we're out together, dress clinging to you, the hint of a smile as you see my gaze wander, knowing what I want. To drag you into the nearest dark room, lips on yours before you can object, hands roaming, groping, desperate for you, right there. I don't care that we're not alone, don't care that we can't or shouldn't, I need you that much that I can't wait. Hands under your skirt, dress hiked up, for you to feel me, feel how hard you get me.

Or stuck at home, on a day bogged down by laundry and cleaning and responsibility. You don't dress up, but I still simmer for you. Those jeans, clinging to your hips, and I want you against the wall, there into the hallway, hands yanking at those jeans, stripping you. For you to inhale when I drop to my knees, almost tearing at your panties in desperation, burying my face between your legs. Licking, tasting, wanting you as distracted as I've been all day, taking us away from this rote routine to something else.

It could be anywhere, anytime. But know that I want you. And won't stop until I have you.

 

[davelit]

The Hunger

Some more musings, see if anyone is interested. Still looking to play...

***

My need for you itches at me. Claws, scratches, reminding me every moment you're around. I feel like I can sense you, around the house, that you heighten my senses with your presence. You can try, sometimes, but you don't need to. My eyes, my mind, always come back to you. I hunger for more.

There's not a room in the house I haven't wanted you, haven't thought of having you. Eyes devouring your body, through whatever clothes you throw on for a day, thinking of where and how I could enjoy you.

Passing in the hallway, spinning you against a wall, feel my hands insistent through your jeans, your shirt, feeling every curve of you as I take you right there. Ambush you when you come out of the shower, gloriously naked and flush, hear your chuckling protest before I bury my face between your legs and lick, your hands in my hair as mine take your hips, needing your taste on me. Or leggings- god, those fucking leggings- lounging on the couch, wishing I could rip them before I eat you out, taking you away from your Netflix marathon.

In the kitchen, rummaging around in a drawer, grabbing your hair and sliding my cock into your mouth. Keeping you in bed, all day, dragging you back once I'm ready for more. Turning your run into some different cardio, sliding that sports bra up so I can fuck your tits. All of it. I want all of it, and so much more.

But my hunger doesn't stop. It might lay dormant for a time, sated by you, the only one who can satisfy me. But I always want you more. And that's what makes it so delicious.

 

[davelit]

Here And Now

No luck so far, but still feeling the itch. Let me know if you want to connect. A bump, and some more words to hook you:

*****

I want to have you, here and now. To interrupt whatever you're doing, and show you how much I want you. The need I can't ignore, almost can't control. But you like that, don't you? That you have that effect on me?

You were going to work out, but I have some other physical activity in mind. To pull those yoga pants down, grunting as I pull at the tight fabric, bend you over that bench and take you there. Make you sweat, moan, them drag you into the shower for more.

Or it's the shower, you starting your day
I love the idea of you, already naked, soap and water running down your curves. I want it to be my hands, greedy for you, taking what I want, fingers and tongue and erection splitting you, pushing you to your ecstasy and making you feel mine, hands tensing, groans coming from me as I release my need.

You think that plain shirt and jeans doesn't do much for you, but I think otherwise. Taking advantage of your hands in the sink, scrubbing away, tits jostling under that shirt to get my attention. Just before they get my hands, squeezing, groping, pinning you to the sink as I push us to an urgent passion, unable to resist you again.

Why wait? I want you here and now, and will have you.

 

[davelit]

Thanks, Chilly! Always like to be appreciated. Here's some more, in the hopes of finding someone else who likes to write:

***

What are you watching? You've been at that a while, haven't you? Maybe it's time we did something else. Something a little more involved. You can finish the season later. Because I don't want to wait.

I've been sitting here, marinating in all my sordid fantasies of you. Tracing every outline of you under those unassuming clothes, that shirt you've worn a lot, those leggings that you like. You can have your time to relax, babe, you deserve it. Just know that I want you. Pinned back on the couch, hear that gasp of surprise when I yank at those leggings, bury my face between your legs and lick, lick until I get you grinding and grabbing and moaning for me as I eat you out. It's what I've been thinking about all afternoon.

I can't stop there. All those fantasies have me a little hard up. And I love not waiting, not giving you even a moment to breathe, after pushing you to that glorious height, seeing you flush and heaving and used, sliding right inside you, length gripped perfectly as I fuck you right there. Hands on yours, eyes burning into you, tits bouncing as I absolutely rail you, split you again, and again, not waiting until tonight or tomorrow or a better place and time.

So hit pause on the streaming, babe. I need to binge on your body, because I can't get enough of you.

 

[davelit]

Against the Door

Something for today. Have had some lovely chats so far, but still... hungry to play.

***

The door isn't really made for this. For what I want. A bed, or a couch, the carpet, even bent over the counter is better. But I want what I want.

To surprise you, right when you get home. Your jacket barely off and purse dropped before I'm on you. Lips devouring yours, hands all over you, feeling, grabbing, pulling you against me. So you can feel my need, that I want you now.

Which will it be? Fumbling with your jeans, yanking at the zipper, not even bringing you over to that couch. Your legs, those gorgeous legs, bare when the jeans come off. Over my shoulders, or around my waist. I would eat you out first, I think, get you soaked and ready, get you as hungry as I am.

So when I hoist your hips in my hands, you know what's coming. That glorious moment, your moans echoing mine, filled as I slowly split you. Pushing, pinning, needing you on me, around me, in ecstasy because of me.

I want you here. Right against the door. So let's do it.

 

[davelit]

Don't Work

I bet we could have some fun. Here's some more fantasy I could use a partner for.

*****

Why are you working right now? Well, I know why. But really you shouldn't be. There's more fun things we could be doing.

Or you could keep working, on those Zoom calls, trying to look interested. As I get under your desk, spread your legs, and push up your dress. You tell me no, not now, but I know what you really want. For me to be hungry, needy, to bury my face between your legs and lick, force you to turn off the video so I can take what I need.

Or turn off the video for another reason. Your mouth is right there, after all, so close to where I want it. I could my jeans, pulled your head onto my length, hearing you gasp in surprise as I bury myself inside you. You've been talking too much, after all, this is something much more interesting.

But there's more. For when you're done that call, get you or of your chair, kissing you hungrily. Bend you over your desk, dress hiked up, impaling you on my need, right there. I've been waiting all day for you, for this, and you just keep working, but so can't wait any more. I want you, and you need to know how much.

So maybe you could stop working. Or I could stop you.

 

[davelit]

Across The Room

Who's up to play tonight? Some more casual lusting to entice you.

*****

You don't know it yet, but I've been undressing you with my eyes all night. Seeing you, unaware as I lust after you, fantasize about you, want you from across the crowded, noisy room. It would be better, to be with you, to enjoy you like we both need.

You didn't dress for me, but that makes it even better. That it's for you, what you want, comfortable or snug or showy or casual. But I still smolder, trace the outline of you, wonder how you would feel under my hands, my tongue, wrapped around me, gripping me inside you.

So let's leave this party. Or stay here, find a room we can be alone. We'll enjoy it, I promise you.

 

[davelit]

We Shouldn't

One more try, but I promise to put some effort in. Enjoy!

***

We shouldn't. I know it, and you know it. But we will.

There are other things to do. A day at home, laundry and groceries and cleaning and other adult things. You think a ponytail and leggings are for lounging around, but seeing how they look on you, I get other ideas. Coming down the hallway, thinking of what we should get done next, and I get my hand into those leggings, fingers diving and probing, lips swallowing your protest as I work you into the same excitement I'm feeling. I can't wait to have you, and now you know, wet sounds coming as I take what I want.

Is it because there are people around? We're out somewhere, and I can't resist you. Snug jeans that always get me seeing your wanting you. Roaming hands or lips, stealing a kiss or a feel as we wander through a mall, and before we know it I need to drag you into a changing room and have you, right there. Yank at that zipper, bend you against the wall, take you from behind, hand on your mouth to keep you quiet as I absolutely rail you.

You're getting ready for work, pulling a skirt up over your hips, in front of a mirror, making sure you look perfect. But you know what that skirt does to me, what I want from you, to get you on the vanity, spread your legs, and lick you, taste you, have you cum all over me. Then get you back to bed, have you call in sick as we both enjoy a day away.

Or maybe it's cheating. You're married, or I am, which makes the need for you forbidden, even more lusty somehow. When my eyes rake over you, imagining you, stripping you in my head, even as you're attached to his arm. Just waiting for a chance, a time I could show you my need, my desire for you, to enjoy you like he doesn't any more.

Maybe we shouldn't do this. But we will, because I want to. And somewhere inside you, you do too.

 

[davelit]

Moms Need Lust Too

For the moms out there, who want something more. Because I do too...

***
I appreciate moms. As a dad myself, I see how much a loving mother puts into each day, and how little you get out. Not as much time for yourself, so it's perfectly understandable how maybe you don't have the energy for my ardor at the end of the day.

But I do want it. Even when we're done with the kids, pleasantly exhausted after hours chasing around the little ones, I feel the same rush looking at you, lusting after you. Imagining you under those clothes, the ones you just threw on, ponytail practical but still stirring me, wondering if I could pull it while I take you from behind.

And maybe that's all it is, stolen moments and spaces during the day, where I grab your ass or kiss you for a few moments longer than normal, or whisper how I want to yank those jeans down and eat you out right there as you do the dishes, how close I am to unzipping and having you suck me as you wander around on your hands and knees cleaning up toys.

Or you're someone else's wife and mother, and we're both stuck, frustrated, quietly needing from across the street or room or daycare when we drop off our wards. That would be wrong, and such a thrill. To be wanting you as you smile and talk to someone else, to have you sate my need for heat and want and urgency and to fucking have you, right against the SUV you drove there in.

You're a mom, and a good one. Maybe your my wife, maybe someone else. Know that I lust after you constantly, dark fantasies running through me all day, wanting you again and again until we're both completely spent.

 

[davelit]

Distracted

Feeling like a particular play today, but I'm flexible. Send me a message, and we can chat.

****

I'm distracted. Maybe you've noticed. It's not just that I see you, look at you, lust for you, eyes roving over you, stirring wildly inappropriate thoughts in my head. We talk, get along well enough, but I'm always distracted. Always staring at your pussy, as if trying to see through whatever you're wearing.

And it doesn't matter, does it? Tight jeans, tighter leggings, they really get me noticing you. Wanting you, against the closest wall, dropping to my knees, as if I was trying to tear your leggings, rip a hole to get what I desperately want. Bury my face there, lick, suck, get at that pussy you've been hiding, been teasing me with for what feels like months. Feel you writhe, struggle, gasping and pushing, until you surrender to my ravenous appetite.

Or the skirts, showing off your legs. Taunting me with the access, the closeness, how easy it would be. You on a couch, a counter, a table, or pulled down to the floor. Yanking your legs apart, hear the wet sounds as I eat you out, taste you, push you to a pleasure you maybe didn't want or need. But I fucking need it, and more, to feel you clench and moan and release. Before I take you, right there, arousal splitting you open, groaning as I pin and pound you, surrendering to my naked lust for you.

So when you see me, eyes glued to your hips, you know why. I'm hungry for your pussy, right here. And I want to have you, again, and again, to stimulate and feel and take you, to feel my dark, insatiable lust, and revel in it with me.

 

[davelit]

Breaking The Routine

How's your day going? I bet we could make it better.

***
I enjoy interrupting you with my wants. During a typical, normal day, and I get so distracted by my desire for you that I need to have you.

I don't know why you're hotter sometimes when you aren't dressed up. You aren't ready for it, aren't inviting it, aren't expecting it, but you still stir me. That even passing in the hall, you going to do laundry while I take mine back, I want to pin you against the wall, yank your jeans down and have you right there. So you know how keenly I feel it, how much I want it, when I drop to my knees, yank that zipper down and lick you, legs over my shoulders as I taste what I want from you.

Or making dinner, waiting for you to put the knife down before I pin you against the counter, bend you over and just fuck you. You want to wait until later, but I don't, so hard and pent up I need to rail you, hips smacking, groaning as my fingers dig into you, spurting my need into your clasping, tight, warm pussy, which I've been wanting all day.

Where else can we break the routine? You on your knees, rummaging around in a drawer, grabbing your hair and fucking your face? Before work, keeping you in bed instead? Taking you in the shower? Working out in a different way? I bet we could figure out something, some way I could ravish you, because we both need it.

 

[davelit]

Come As You Are

Good evening. Let's have some fun.

*****

Come on over. And don't wear anything you need back in one piece.

Even in that tank top and leggings, I've wanted you all day. So the moment you walk through my door, you're mine. Whatever we've talked about, whatever we've done before, whatever you are to me, none of it matters.

I need you, need this. To have you stoke and sate my hunger. Hear the rip of your shirt as I growl and tear it open, eyes raking over your bare skin before you feel my hands on you. Greedy, groping, wanting nothing but your body, my lips swallowing your objections (or moans) before descending on that bare skin, getting as much as I can.

Or maybe it's lower, trying to tear those leggings instead, hungry for something else. God, I want your thighs open, me eating and eating, nothing but bestial lust as my hands grip your hips and tongue lick at your pussy. Finally available to me, open, forcing you to feel my need, the primal urges I've been hiding.

And we won't stop there. The floor, a couch, up against the wall, I need to be inside you. Feel that first, urgent, needy, fuck, my thickness splitting you open, pounding like I can't get enough. Because I can't, and won't, knowing one peak isn't the end, doesn't completely fulfill my need for you.

Come as you are, and I'll be who I am. We both need it.

 

[davelit]

Urges

Something else I wrote up. Do you like it?

***

My wife and I, we've been off recently. Life, stress, kids, all of it. Less sex, though that happens when busyness sets in. We still do it, but it's not the same.

It's my fault. My mind, it wanders. She thinks I should see a therapist. But no shrink can help with my problem. I love sex, sure. Fucking, licking, her sucking me, all of it. Who doesn't? But I keep wanting one thing. From her, from almost every woman I see.

I want to eat her out. And not just her... any woman. I can't help it. I can't stop thinking about it. I pass her, and my eyes dart to her hips, my brain to sordid, hungry thoughts. What if I ambushed her, yanked down those tight leggings, licked her there? Would she like it? Does she want it? How many times could she cum?

My wife has seen it. One night, I got a little too into it, fingers digging into her thighs, even as she hit that peak. I wanted more, to taste more, to have more, make her feel my hunger.

I try to ignore it, but my urges grow. Darker, more needy, and I don't know how I'll fix it. Maybe it will be therapy. Maybe my wife finds out, and helps.

 

[davelit]

I'll Eat You Out To Start

Feeling worked up this morning, hope you're feeling the same...

***


I look over at you, eyes hungry. We've been lounging, relaxing tonight, but I have one thing on my mind as my gaze rakes over your body. Coming down to your pussy, snug under those leggings. Fuck, I can imagine the heat, the wetness when I taste you, feel you right around my arousal.

Would you like if I wanted you there? Pull you into your back, rip those leggings if I can, yank them down. Spread your legs, and dive between them, desperate, hungry, licking, your thighs over my shoulders as I growl for you. Push you to that peak, once, or more, dizzy with lust as I lose myself in you.

Before I slide up, seeing you flush, fucked, used, gorgeous. I need more, I want more, this animalistic primal need having consumed me. Could you take it? If I didn't stop, if I wanted more from you?

I bet you could.

 

[davelit]

Hungry For You

Bleep bloop

 

[davelit]

I Always Want Your Body

Still feeling like playing. Who wants in on this lazy Sunday?

***
Do you really want to know what I think? When I look at you, what lusty thoughts bounce around my brain? How even the most innocent situation or outfit has me thinking about ripping your clothes off and taking you, ravishing you completely right then and there?

I am sexualizing you, constantly. You're comfortable, and I'm hard, wondering about how your ass or your breasts would feel in my hands, the fabric of your shirt or leggings bunching as I grope you there. Taking pleasure from you, your body, only what I want mattering. If you would gasp or protest when I grab your hair, push you to your knees, make you take the arousal that's been bubbling all day, fucking your mouth like it's your pussy, just losing myself to my desire, hips churning to get that friction, that wet heat, using you to get off.

What if eating you out was selfish? Though it's you pushing, tensing, spurting, it's for me. That I can force you into it, yank those fucking jeans down and lick, eat, fingers dug into your gorgeous thighs as I sate my lusty appetite. How many times could you hit that peak, if I forced you? Against the wall, the floor, on the couch, head wedged between your thighs, slurping and licking and taking what I want from you, again, and again.

And even then, still wanting to fuck you, rock hard from my need, not waiting to get inside. Hips colliding, smashing, just an animal rutting into you, needing you like this, open and spread for me.

Your body is mine, after all, to use and take and ravish whenever I want to. So I will, and you won't stop me.

 

[WriterClaire]

Great posts...

 

[davelit]

Still The One

Thanks, Claire! Here's more to entice:

***

Sure, life has changed since we got married. Kids, work, routine, grinding out for the middle class dream that existed for our parents and may not for us, and it's made things different. Life isn't as exciting, our relationship isn't new or fresh any more, and we aren't as... eager as we used to be. Or so we think.

You're still the one for me. Even as we go through those responsible days, filled with responsibility where there used to be space and fun and fucking, it's you I want. I want stolen moments, sneaking a kiss, wanting to get caught looking down your shirt or at your ass, smacking your butt when we're puttering around in the kitchen.

Or to make stolen moments into more. Passing you in the hall, doing laundry or cleaning up, you in a ponytail and mom jeans, and I want to turn you against the wall, lips against yours, hands squeezing your tits through a plain shirt before my hand dives into those jeans. Why can't we do it, right there? I want to hear you moan, gasp, feel you writhe and arch and cum for me, because if me, because of my need for you.

Instead of that dinner with friends, with small talk and one glass of wine and repeating the same stories we've heard a lot, we go park somewhere, fog up the windows, and we can make the car shake. Make out like we used to, hands desperate to get under your shirt or into your pants, hungry and wanton as we take advantage of some alone time. Out at a movie, maybe there's no one there, so you can get your mouth on me, take care of a need for you I've had for a while. You getting a long shower, and I make it longer, sneaking in to pound you up against the glass door.

You're still the one I want. At home, out, wherever we are, I think of you, and I want you. Let me show you how.

 

[davelit]

I Want One Thing

Still looking, and lusting...

***

It's not just that I see you, look at you, lust for you, eyes roving over you, stirring wildly inappropriate thoughts in my head. We talk, get along well enough, but I'm always distracted. Always staring at your pussy, as if trying to see through whatever you're wearing.

And it doesn't matter, does it? Tight jeans, tighter leggings, they really get me noticing you. Wanting you, against the closest wall, dropping to my knees, as if I was trying to tear your leggings, rip a hole to get what I desperately want. Bury my face there, lick, suck, get at that pussy you've been hiding, been teasing me with for what feels like months. Feel you writhe, struggle, gasping and pushing, until you surrender to my ravenous appetite.

Or the skirts, showing off your legs. Taunting me with the access, the closeness, how easy it would be. You on a couch, a counter, a table, or pulled down to the floor. Yanking your legs apart, hear the wet sounds as I eat you out, taste you, push you to a pleasure you maybe didn't want or need. But I fucking need it, and more, to feel you clench and moan and release. Before I take you, right there, arousal splitting you open, groaning as I pin and pound you, surrendering to my naked lust for you.

So when you see me, eyes glued to your hips, you know why. I'm hungry for your pussy, right here. And I want to have you, again, and again, to stimulate and feel and take you, to feel my dark, insatiable lust, and revel in it with me.

 

[davelit]

Lusting For Normal

What are you lusting for? I want to find out.

***
I don't want a magazine cover. Primped up, unreal, airbrushed women, someone I could never hope to see or touch or feel for. You're real, and I want that. God, do I want that.

You think the glasses make you nerdy, and I like that you can see as I undress you from across the room. You think the logo on your chest is geeky, and I like what you like, even when I want to tear your shirt open, maul your tits as my lips devour yours. You think the jeans are too snug on your ass, that ass I want to squeeze and grope and smack, bend against the wall or over the counter as I rail you from behind.

It's your body, your mind I want. To know how every bit of you feels under my hands, how you taste, how you sound. Hear you gasp, moan, respond to my need, to know how you consume me every day. And how I want to consume you.

 

[davelit]

Taking You Right Here

I still want more:

***

It's too much, this need for you. I feel it every day, this hunger that I can't ignore. Anytime I see you, I want your body.

Every time you parade around in tight pants or jeans, and I want to fucking tear them off you, and eat you out, like I haven't eaten in weeks. Grab your thighs, yank them apart, and lick until you clench and grind and spurt all over me. Because of me, for me, all over me. Before I pin you back, sliding up so I can split your soaked pussy lips and absolutely rail you.

Was that too much? Because it's not enough. When I release in you, days or weeks or months of frustration spurting into your welcoming cunt, I would want more. Hands, lips, desperate for more, tearing your shirt to get you tits out, mauling them before I get my face between your thighs again, you swollen and soaked and spent even as I force you to take me, hear me almost growl in feral need for you, nothing but instinct and lust.

I have an appetite that doesn't stop, that pushes me to more, needing you, chest heaving and body glowing from being used. And I need that now. So let's do it.

 

[davelit]

More

Let's turn up the heat:

***

I don't ask you to dress up. Maybe it's because I want to be rougher, that I might ruin your clothes in the heat of wanting you. I enjoy the teasing, the hinting, knowing or thinking about what's beneath those clothes.

So when we're together, you just lounging in a plain shirt, and those leggings... sheer and snug and fucking hot. Eyes burning into you, seeing you bend and stretch, taking every chance to ogle you, shameless, knowing you want the heat. That you like me fantasizing, lusting after you in fairly innocent outfits.

But soon, I can't take it. You're on your back, on the couch, and I'm groping, feeling, hands everywhere on your body. Lips finding yours, your neck, pushing that shirt up to get at your tits, sucking, kissing, squeezing your full mounds, nipples getting hard as I suck and chew. I could stop, but I can't, don't want to.

I pull at your leggings, needing to rip them, even if I could just yank them down, get them over your hips, already so close to that wet heat I want. But I want to hear the sound, feel them rip, the rush from having you.

I yank your legs apart, and dive in, and lick, hungry. No build up, no teasing, just tasting, forcing, wedging my face between your thighs. I want to force those gasps, those moans, hear YOU have that ecstasy for me.

And when you tense, arch, moan, and cum... I don't stop licking.

The wetness, the heat, the sound and feel and taste of your soaked pussy is too good. Even rock hard, needing to absolutely pound you, I didn't stop licking those fat pussy lips, fingering, sucking your swollen clit. That I wanted more. Knowing you've had that peak, are sore and needing a moment, but just not caring.

My hands digging into your gorgeous, full thighs and hips, keeping you where I want, open and spread and fucking soaked for me. I just taste you, make you fucking cum, over and over. It's not for you, now. It's for me. Because I want you to know it's me that needs this, consumed by you as I consume you.

It's not until you keep pushing, that you force me away, finally completely spent. My jaw sore, face covered, chest heaving as yours does.

But I'm hard. I haven't fucked you yet. And I'm going to.

I need to pin you back, one more time, and slide right in, your swollen, used pussy slick for me right then. Bottoming out, wanting that moan from you again, ecstasy and agony, together. Hips smacking, wet and lewd and loud, drowning out moans.

You, completely spent, and me just fucking you anyway. To cum in you, spend that need I've been building up as I ate you out.

 

[davelit]

Instead of the Game

Did you watch the game? You didn't miss much.

***

I didn't come to watch the game. Which is good, because it was a dud. I came for you. More than once, hopefully.

He was glued to the TV, while I watched your hips swing in those jeans, wondering how I'd have to peel them off. The boys were throwing back beers, while I wanted to bend you over your bed and take you right there.

He doesn't appreciate you, doesn't notice you. You're not a cheerleader, sure, but I bet you could spread your legs around me while I pound you into the bed. Or over my shoulders while I eat you out, force the pleasure on you, a pleasure he doesn't give you any more.

Let's do something else instead of watch this game. I'll make it worth your while.

 

[davelit]

After A While

Still looking, if you are.

***

It feels like weeks. Has it been weeks? But here, and now, you still consume my thoughts. The desire, the need for you, is still bubbling in my brain.

I see you, dressed for a plain, typical day, and my mind is racing. Jeans, snug around your hips, and I imagine how full your ass would be in my hand. Seeing the v at your crotch, sending the heat, the potential wetness beneath, how you would feel on my fingers, my erection, how you would taste under my tongue.

See that tasteful top, even just a bit snug around your chest, and wonder how full your breasts would be in my hands, of the fabric would rip if I grabbed and the neck and pulled, needing access to you right then and there. See your lips, smiling or laughing or even just there, imagine if they would be soft and yielding, or firm and certain, returning my immediate, lustful need for you.

I can still feel you, taste you, hear you, even after this while, after a time where we haven't had this pleasure. It's been long enough, I think. I want you, here and now.

 

[davelit]

Don't Go Out

Are you feeling cooped up? You could go out. Or stay in.

*****

You deserve a night out. I like how you're dressed. Out with the girls, for the first time in a while, and you want to make it count. And I hope you have a good night.

But do you want to know what I really want? What I'm thinking as I drink in your body, eyes lingering on where your jeans cling to your hips? It might take you away from that night out.

Fuck, I want you. Those nice, snug jeans, the one pair you've been saving for this first night away, I want to yank them down. Pin you against the wall, get them down over your hips, and fucking eat you out. You in jeans always gets me wanting to taste you, to lick you, seeing how you fill them so perfectly. Feel your hands in my hair, on my shoulders, that resistance turning to want as I force myself on you, leg over my shoulder as I lap away.

Even as you writhe against me, I want more, more ecstasy, more of you. Pinned up against that wall, just split you right there, hear you groan at how worked up you got me. Just from dressing up a little, just for leaving, for having your gorgeous body away from me for even a moment


So don't go out. Let's stay in. We can have some fun.