Still, for now I will make do with my "Battery Operated Boyfriend" and take comfort in knowing it won't always be this way....
It's rising, growing uncontrolably, flooding through my body. It saturates my skin, coursing violently through my veins, threatening to drown me in it's rage.
A furious swarm of physical elements sweep me up into their epi-centre, scorching me with red hot desire, turning my thighs into slick slopes of wetness as my arousal pours out from within.
A tornado twists around my entirity, chaos rips at my mind and clothes alike; my hand flies to my throat in shock and bewilderment. What could be causing such physical devastation? What power is causing me to lose my self-control in such a maddening way?
It is the very sight of you, stood in such close proximity. So close I can smell your scent, sharp yet sweet. I can almost feel your firm, warm skin under my fingertips. I gasp at the realisation that I want you so badly. I physically ache to feel your commanding hands on my weak shuddering frame. I can hardly breathe, suffocated with the need for you.
Oh to feel your lips kissing mine, clamping down to seal my mouth, stealing my heart and mind...
I yearn to feel the sharp jut of your hips grinding into me relentlessly, crave the rush, the ecstacy, the high of your touch...
Yet the deepest, most fierce and carnal of urges is what threatens to shred my last grip on reality. Licking at my parched lips, I vividly picture you moving closer towards me, before deftly parting my creamy thighs wide open. In my chaotic mind's eye, I hold my breath, as your dark eyes appraise my sex appreciatively, hungrily.
For a brief moment my eyes meet yours in a desperate plea and as if sensing my needs, you thrust your solid length right inside my eager opening, so deep, right up to it's hilt for me to consume greedily. My most intimate muscles cling to your smooth, sweet shaft for dear life...
I can bare it no longer, have to seize this chance... But you do not see me, sat alone, mouth agape, lips parted in undeniable lust. Desire palpable, my cheeks and chest are flushed, my breathing ragged...
Instead you turn and leave the room again, totally oblivious. Alone once more, I drown in disbelief, with only my thundering heartbeat and the scorching heat between my thighs for company...
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