My clit is like a ripe grape this morning, juicy fruit, pop, not a cherry, but the stuff of swollen dreams, slumbered screams scattered through the bedsheets.
I lie in bed, warm, spread my legs my pussy drenched I don’t remember. It must have been about you.
A pinch to my nipple sends shock waves through my belly, straight to my cunt, my core being. The first. Kindling. I want to be your come-slut.
In scene two, you have grabbed my feet and pulled me to the end of the bed, where you kneel and devour my pussy, fingers roughly responding to my greedy lust. Fuck my ass. Yes, just like that. exactly like that. precisely. like. that.
I knew you’d hold me down, make me open, keep me there, raw, ready, make me swell, squirm, surrender.
“You want to be used, my little naughty?”
Oh I do, a steady succession of cock, assorted shape, assorted size, assorted whimpers, moans, muffled cries, at last, it is loud, I know, and you are holding my hand here on earth..
Use me last, love, you, lust lucky me as you watch what you have created.
I wish you were here. You are here.