The Power of Your Words August 3, 2009

Our chat has left me hot and trembling. The walk through the house and out to my room is far too long. I brush my nipples, soft touch on hardness, as I cross the deck to my sanctuary. Reaching it finally, I close the door …

I lean against it, and my fingers find my face, imagining your reaction to the blush I know is there. I can feel the heat of my desire for you in my cheeks. Closing my eyes, I let down my hair, feeling its soft waves fall on my shoulders, delighting in the thought of you leaning down to inhale its fragrance, feeling the fingers of one hand gently push up into its warmth, cradle the curve of my skull and close slowly so that my face is raised to yours. Your other hand slips up under my top, firmly on my back, pressing me into your body as you claim my waiting mouth softly at first, tasting the sweetness of my lips, then more hungrily.

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I touch my lips and inhale deeply. Trailing the fingers of both hands down my neck, I allow them to cup my breasts briefly, then press sensuously down my sides to my waist.

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I am imagining the feeling of your body pressing me to the door, one hand kneading my ass, fingertips pressing into the softness between my legs, the sharp intake of breath as you feel the dampness through my shorts.

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My own fingers caress my ass, press into the dampness between my legs, then I slide them back up my body and push my tight shirt up over the swell of my breasts.

Taking the nipples of both between my fingers, I roll and pinch them, and lick them.

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I can hardly stand as I imagine your mouth taking in one breast; licking, sucking, nibbling as you play with the nipple of the other. Your other hand tugs at my shorts. They are so tight, they don’t move. Giving a little groan of frustration, you quickly unfasten the button and tug again. The zipper opens easily as they slide over my hips and drop to the floor.

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I slip my shorts over my curves and let them fall, hands sliding down the sides of my ass until they do.

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I can almost feel your hands on my hips, fingers curling around my glutes as you press your face to the softness of my belly, pulling back to kiss the smooth skin, smiling as the flesh quivers under your ministrations.

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My fingertips lightly tease this sensitive area and I drop my thong to the ground.

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Turning me quickly to the mirror on the wall, you bend me over to lean against it. I give a little squeak of surprise at the quick move.

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My moans grow louder, now tinged with desperation as you stroke the soft rose-petal flesh of my pussy, practically dripping with my desire for you.

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I roll across the wall to my back again, my fingers now buried in the pink, glistening lips, pressing on my clit, fingertips teasing my opening.

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I know you love feeling what you do to me, hearing the wetness, breathing in my scent.

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I bring my fingers up and inhale the aroma of my desire then suck my juices from them.

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You pull me to the bed and lay me down, pulling my legs up, thighs apart, and watch my face as you push your finger into me. I gasp, lips parted, at this sweet exploration.

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Lying on my bed, I spread my legs wide, imagining your face there, your shoulders pressing against the backs of my thighs, and I slide a finger into me, fucking myself gently, exploring as you would.

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I can see your desire grow as you hear, see and feel me; the desire to taste me is plain in your eyes.

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I gasp at the sensation of your first experimental lick, and moan as you continue, fingers still twisting and pumping, tongue caressing me from my cunt to my clit.

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Closing my eyes, I lay back, fingers now dipping into my slick little hole, then sliding in gentle rhythmic strokes up my slit to the little bud at the top, up and over… I moan softly… and back down; in and back up, my hips meeting my fingers as they would yours.

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I know you enjoy hearing my moans; it’s nice to be appreciated, after all.

I am squealing and moaning and mewing at your expert attentions, now concentrated on my clit.

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My fingertips, so slick with my own wine, now circle my little clit. It’s so tight… my labia are so engorged… My thighs begin to quiver, and I know I’m close to coming. My moans grow deeper. My pussy is so hot, so tight…

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How you love to feel my body tremble as I near release. Oh, how you love to hear the desperation in my squeals and moans, gasps and sighs.

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I stroke my clit harder now, and scream into my pillow as my energies gather and tighten in my belly, then release in a burst of unseen light. I lie there panting, thighs soaked with my nectar, and relish the feeling of my pussy, pulsing, and how I want you to fill me… and lifting my leg, I push my fingers into my cunt.

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You push your thick cock into me and as I cry out and meet the initial stroke, fuck me slowly at first… You love the way my swollen pussy hugs your cock, the way my hips buck against you, urging you on. I know you love hearing what you do to me.

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I moan and fuck myself, so sensitive from my first orgasm. I tell you, though you are not there, how very badly I want you to fill me. I moan how I want to fuck you, beg you to fuck me, how I love to feel your cock slide into me when I’m swollen as I am with desire for you. My fingers move fast, stroking my g-spot as I know you would. My hips meet my strokes. I silently wish for a woman to suck my nipples as you fuck me. My other hand pinches and pulls at each nipple in turn.

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You look into my face as you fuck me, seeing the raw primal me, and I can see in your eyes that you love this me. Your cock grows impossibly larger in me; you are close. I cry out for you to fill me with your cum and tell you that I’m going to come with you, and you pump hard and firm, your release bringing on my own as I feel your hot semen fill me, mingling with my own flood.

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I pump myself harder, faster, my nipples tingling as I feel another orgasm approach. At last, with the thought of you filling me so, your cock pulsing in my pussy, I scream again and release. My entire body trembles with the force of it leaving me panting as I descend from the heights of my orgasm.

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I imagine your arms around me, holding me as I lay on your chest.

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Hugging a pillow to me, I drift off to sleep exhausted, to dream of you, my thighs wet with the nectar of my desire.

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