fullservice65
Coyote tamer
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Please allow me to share a series of Yahoo Messenger notes I sent to a Lit friend with whom I'd been talking about peeking into your bedroom window …
Peeking in, again, I'm thinking, "I hope I see what I saw last night."
You're gone. Your bedroom window, however, is still open. I slip inside.
I touch the bed, tracing the imprint left by your body and feeling some of your boy's warmth still trapped in the sheet.
Overcome with desire, I climb atop your bed and lower my face to where your head would be. I kiss the sheet.
I open my mouth and meet what I wish was your tongue. Deeply. Passionately. I feel your heat rise into my body. I kiss down your "body," spending extended periods where your breasts were not long ago. I suck in the sheet as if it were your nipples.
I follow the outline down past your belly, your waist. I wrap an arm around your imaginary mid-section and bring a hand up to your breast, kneading my fingers into the sheets, pulling at them.
My lips continue down to your mound. I breathe in, smelling your love, if only faintly. "Mmmmmmm," I hear myself instinctively voice. I feel my cock press against my pants. Yes. Yes.
I stand up on your bed, imagining you laughing at my foolishness, and undo my belt, the button and pull down the fly of my pants. I slip out of them, almost falling (what will the neighbors think?!), and reach inside my boxer briefs to -- ahhhh -- touch my hardening cock.
It is the point of no return. I yank down my boxers and fall to my knees, dropping my face to your mound, if only it were here. I lick, kiss and thrust my tongue into your sheet, turning it wet with my saliva turned on by how much wetter your juices would make it.
Pools of precum dot your sheet.
I pull up and smile, climbing atop "you." A hand plays with my cock, then clamps down as I push in. All the way to the base.
I stay like this for a while, then start rocking back and forth. Slowly. Then faster. Harder. Deeper. Fucking my fist so that my hand slams against me every time I thrust.
Faster still. Harder.
I grunt. I groan, feeling that familiar feeling but something new about it this time.
I let loose a scream or a groan -- I don't know which it is at this point -- feeling a massive rush, a release. Uhhhhhhh. Yessss. My body convulses, shooting my cum across your sheets. I collapse on top of it and close my eyes as my body continues to shake.
I wonder, were you here minutes ago? Hours? Just now?
Peeking in, again, I'm thinking, "I hope I see what I saw last night."
You're gone. Your bedroom window, however, is still open. I slip inside.
I touch the bed, tracing the imprint left by your body and feeling some of your boy's warmth still trapped in the sheet.
Overcome with desire, I climb atop your bed and lower my face to where your head would be. I kiss the sheet.
I open my mouth and meet what I wish was your tongue. Deeply. Passionately. I feel your heat rise into my body. I kiss down your "body," spending extended periods where your breasts were not long ago. I suck in the sheet as if it were your nipples.
I follow the outline down past your belly, your waist. I wrap an arm around your imaginary mid-section and bring a hand up to your breast, kneading my fingers into the sheets, pulling at them.
My lips continue down to your mound. I breathe in, smelling your love, if only faintly. "Mmmmmmm," I hear myself instinctively voice. I feel my cock press against my pants. Yes. Yes.
I stand up on your bed, imagining you laughing at my foolishness, and undo my belt, the button and pull down the fly of my pants. I slip out of them, almost falling (what will the neighbors think?!), and reach inside my boxer briefs to -- ahhhh -- touch my hardening cock.
It is the point of no return. I yank down my boxers and fall to my knees, dropping my face to your mound, if only it were here. I lick, kiss and thrust my tongue into your sheet, turning it wet with my saliva turned on by how much wetter your juices would make it.
Pools of precum dot your sheet.
I pull up and smile, climbing atop "you." A hand plays with my cock, then clamps down as I push in. All the way to the base.
I stay like this for a while, then start rocking back and forth. Slowly. Then faster. Harder. Deeper. Fucking my fist so that my hand slams against me every time I thrust.
Faster still. Harder.
I grunt. I groan, feeling that familiar feeling but something new about it this time.
I let loose a scream or a groan -- I don't know which it is at this point -- feeling a massive rush, a release. Uhhhhhhh. Yessss. My body convulses, shooting my cum across your sheets. I collapse on top of it and close my eyes as my body continues to shake.
I wonder, were you here minutes ago? Hours? Just now?
