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.
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You need a break from being a mom, right?
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.
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You need a break from being a mom, right?
