Those three mornings I lay naked in a bed distant from you, my prong was aching to touch, no not to touch, to part your warm lips with my engorged - swollen cockhead and sink it deep into the heat of your dewy feminine cleft. But my bed in that distant place was cold, you were not there to suckle and warm my penis in the sweet caress of your hungry vagina. So I fantasized about your sweet silken lips framed by your downy hair and I succumbed to the relentless enticement of the orgasms in the strange bed.
I tried to think of you as the insistent orgasms quickly pushed me into a sensual delirium, replacing tender thoughts of you with lurid fantasies of women I know. I had no control over these thoughts. The orgasms were crawling onto me and into me. They were beyond letting me think; all they wanted me to do was feel. They wanted me to feel the intense pulsing pleasure that they were piling around me in the bed. Soon the thick warm wet pool of blissful erotic sensation filled the bed and inundated me; I was bathed in pleasure. This pool of pleasure was hot and slick and creamy; it soothed me and aroused me. I felt its warmth lapping at my chin. This erotic pleasure coated my skin in delight and then it penetrated me, infusing me with calming bliss and searing desire at the same time.
I struggled to reach the surface of the warm sensual pool of rapture that I was sinking in. The bliss that saturated me was making me heavy. At the same time the rough raw grasp of these relentless pulsing orgasms was holding me by my cock and pulling me below the surface of rational thought. Its hand was also deep up inside my anus stroking the tender quivering wetness where my orgasms are born. It pulled on me gently there, eliciting a cry of delight from me each time it tugged me below the surface.
I was lying face down on a terry cloth towel, the rough texture of the towel was a relief to the tingling tender flesh on the underside of my cock head. In appreciation for the pleasurable friction, my aching member was pumping a small stream of precum onto the towel. The towel soaked up my warm cream; I could feel its heat on my belly. It was heated to boiling from the lusty fire inside of me. The towel absorbed my wet lust just as a crowd of cheering fans drinks in the words of an adored singer at a concert.
So this morning as sleep desperately tried to keep me in its grip I escaped to the half light of dawn. But before I could assert a hold on my own consciousness the heat of orgasmic desire snuck into the bed with me again and took hold of me by my hardened penis. The searing eroticism of its delicate feminine fingers surrounded my anguished cock. As she held me she penetrated me with a maddening desire to seek the haze of seemingly endless orgasm again. She wanted me to succumb to hours of flesh wringing orgasmic pleasure with her. My heart raced as it remembered the divine sweetness of hours of pulsing pleasure. But as much as my cock longed for pleasure my heart was enraged that it was not you in bed with me.
I could feel the emptiness in the bed. My cock was aching and would not be enticed by the promise of exquisitely hazy rapture experienced alone.
So here I sit hours later in the early evening alone. In 5 more hours I will surrender in my naked state to the relieving embrace of my oldest friend …..sleep. I will get in bed with her, this familiar stranger and let her hold me until I lose consciousness. I will trust her not to toy with my passion, but I cannot be sure. Sometimes when she holds me as I sleep, she fills my head with lurid thoughts and caresses my penis inspiring me to hardness; I am helpless in her clutches. She makes me think of you as her hand giddily coaxes the precum from me in my sleep. I do not want to be teased any more I want only the peace of sleep, and the relief of my orgasm in your pussy; but she doesn’t care as she toys with my desire.
So I fight sleep and I sit here alone. The darkness that is outside the window next to me is the same light deadening cloak that surrounds you …miles away from here. As I think of the darkness I think of stealing away in it and having it magically carry me to your window hours from here. If I was there I would see you readying for bed by shedding your clothes until you stood there in your panties and nothing else. Soon they too would fall to the floor, laying there, cast off and abandoned as they lost the warmth that they shared with the mouth of your pussy moments earlier. I longed to be those panties on you kissing your warm wet lips lovingly; I felt their abandonment as they lay discarded on the floor.
My furtive eyes would have their way with you. They would tease your aching nipples to sensual hardness, and then trace a teasing line tenderly to your wetted cleft. It is wet in its own longing for me. Your pussy lips are agape and drooling in a silent wail of passionate need for me. The heat of your need has made your sweet feminine lips red with desire. I would slide past your lips into the slickened opening; teasing you as I descended deeper into your desperate cunt. I would tease and flick the tender quaking flesh inside your most secret place until I arrived at the bubbling pool of your own lust. There I would blow carefully on your fire until the pool of hot honey inside of you gushed from your opening as you writhed in anguished bliss.
The image of you standing there naked getting ready to enter bed alone fills me with frustration. Then as a cruel tease in this anguished state I am in, sleep made me woozy and snuck an image into my temporarily vulnerable consciousness. It is an image of a well endowed stranger sliding effortlessly next to you in my bed, his hard dick at the ready to take you. He embraces you and kisses you as he draws himself to the warmth of your body. In my mind I feel the warmth of you that his body feels. I gasp helplessly as his naked flesh touches yours. Then he is gone from sight, he takes the form of a man rustling around under the covers settling between your thighs preparing to make love to you with his mouth. You are welcoming him to your wetted cleft with your hands. You want him to bring you to that divine place that is sensually suspended between anguish and rapture; a place that only you and I have been. You will share the sacred experience of your orgasm with him. Why is sleep taunting me like this? My rational brain realizes the assault on my adoration and screams NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!. Why am I teasing myself over something that I cannot have at this moment? Why am I torturing myself? I snap awake from the fear of half sleep.
I imagine tomorrow night in bed with you, my warm hands wandering over your body seeking out your special places that only I know. Laying there in the dark quiet blue haze of our room, my hands feel for the places on your body where your tender soft skin parts and turns warm and moist, diverting inward to the wet heat of passion that is deep inside of you. I seek that heat because my soul, my brain and my cock crave it. I need to drink it to swallow it and make it mine. When I consume your wet desire, it inflames my own desire yet it calms me at the same time. It inspires me to adore and cherish you but it also makes me want to impale you on the spike of my lust for you. This passion I have for you is complex and confusing; it teases me and inspires me, it makes want to nuture you and protect you. Yet at the same time it makes me want to drive you to the brink of reason in the twisting agony of orgasm. It consumes me and controls my thoughts in strange ways.
I am sitting at the keyboard lost in this mire of un - sated passion for you, my cock is aching. My flesh spike is hot and sharpened to pierce your desire and elicit screams of joyous agony from you. But I must be patient, for tonight I must endure the temptation of my mistress. She is coyly waiting for me in my bed, I can see her trying to tantalize me again. Her siren song of pulsing pleasure will be hard to resist tonight in the long cold lonely night that lays between you and I being together.
I know I will succumb to her again tonight. It will not be because I don’t adore you and need you but rather it will be for the promise of hours of sensual diversion that will tease me to insane desire for you. She will prepare me for your hungry cunt tomorrow. Tomorrow night I will forsake her lurid temptation and instead lay my sex at your lusty nether lips so that you can suck me into your feminine canal and drink my warm liquid gift for you.
I will sleep and succumb once more in the eraly morning. I will wake groggy eyed from the sweet pulsing joy of seemingly endless pleasure ready for you.
With yet one more night of fiery orgasms keening my passion to hardened readiness, tomorrow night my desperate cock will ply your hungry pussy and coax the sweet song of rapture from you.
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