post date:Mon Apr 1 by
- Imagination Motivates
Do you know what it feels like to want something you should not have? To skirt close, oh so close to that danger zone? To indulge without any cares in the world. Without any nudges from your conscience. Jiminy cricket. Chuckle. I do. We all do, I suppose. I bite my lip everytime you walk by. Everytime my phone beeps. Another message. Oh dear. I think…this is a dangerous game. But that’s what makes it so exciting. My thoughts swirl round and round. The way your hands will feel. Your breath. Your lips. On every part of my body. The innocuous and not so innocuous. Hidden glances, coy looks. Tingles up and down my spine as I try to interpret. Will you take me against my desk? Maybe in the toilet. Or the hood of my car, idle in the underground parking lot. Will you take me hard or gently? Fast or slow? Your face hidden by the starless sky. My body yearns to feel the imprint of your palms all over it. Your fingers trail down my back to the start of my crack Turning me round slowly as you try to memorise the perfections and imperfections of my body. The way my chest heaves, making my breasts shudder. The way my legs tense, making my cunt lips cry. The way your fingers feel as they stroke from top to bottom. Head to toes. Clit to hole. The cries remain stifled as you thrust in…slowly. Gradually. Just the tip. Your fingers, now. Not the tent that is ensconced in your trousers. I bite my lips and close my eyes. Not wanting the feeling to end. Not wanting to let you go. Not just yet. I feel your lips in between my breasts and I start a little. I look to see your head as you concentrate fiercely on my pleasure. On my body. Just above my heart. My soul. It weeps in delight as you trail kisses down to… There. Exactly where I want you to be. I lean back against the hood as you serenade my cunt lips with your tongue. Your lips. Your teeth. I cry out inwardly as you spread my lips wider so that you can bless me with your upper ones. So that you can breathe your lust into the walls of my cunt. I feel it building. The elusive O… But it remains elusive as you stop. As you stroke yourself over me. As you stare at me under heavily hooded eyelids and thrust into your palm. Your eyes on mine. Then on my heaving breasts. On my visibly clenching pussy. I look at your face then your cock. As you stroke harder and harder. Faster. Then you spurt. Baptising my lips. And I cum without touching myself. Just the heat from your cum on my cunt changes the elusive. I bite my lips once more as I stare at your message. ‘In your court’. What to do…..