blue, thoughts on

Oh, baby. Yes. B.B. King is wailing on your hi-fi, all night long. I am kissing you, my cunt grinding into your thigh, and you are totally into it, mmm hmm. Your cock is full, hard, and you know you are going to fuck me soon enough. So you hold back a little, make me want a little, make me grind a little more into you, while you run your hands along my waist curving widely down to my hips, then stop. You pat my ass, and I am about to come when you squeeze me, you indecent slut.

It’s so good to sit with you here, here on this long, slow night, the living room still dark, your invitation to dinner still lingering in the future somewhere past this slow, slow desire, this slow, slow kiss, this slow slow groping of my right breast while your mouth trails down from my lips to my neck to my swollen nipples. Damn, yes, you are sucking hard like a baby, not like a baby, baby, you turn me on too much for that your tongue circulating, your strong hands ripping down my shirt, my skirt, wet, you.

I am feeling you now, damn, the slowness of your cock bulging from those navy briefs, your jeans, take them off, all off, let me take them off you, torture, you wanted it, and I am going to fuck you so slowly that you cannot stand my hesitation, my will always greater than yours. You would have fucked me long ago, but stop, letting it build, wildly, reason has gone, and music. Well, music is still there, too, and we are all waiting to see just how far you want to go with this.

You are enraged now, yes, I know. You have pushed me round, your hand stinging more than my ass, I won’t tell you that; you are aroused by the red imprint you left on white skin, now spread, lifted, your cock plunging quickly deep, deeper, your finger digging deep up my ass, the mere thought lewd beyond all control, your cock fighting the urge to explode quickly, but to no avail.

I find you, you somewhere deep within all this, connecting me, me somewhere beyond the realm of the nice, the explicable, the logical. I want you now, know you here, lift my hips a little higher on a down beat, as you cry out, filling me as I grab you once more. Yes, yes, give it all to me now.  Fill me up and hold me.

Blue, I want you here now, want the luxury of dark, and slow music. Want you.

2 thoughts on “blue, thoughts on

  1. Vida Bailey says:

    Ach, I could weep. Yes, yes.

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