Bubblegummeltdown Erotica

The way your large, clumsy hands shape their way over my shoulder and down my arm - pinning it to the bed. I lay in wait just to have you place those sweet, curling lips upon my body to stimulate the radiating excitement I already feel deep inside.

The way my pussy throbs and yearns for you to take it; the goosebumps that travel up my thigh like disease... my heaving perspirated chest that aches so much to be providing the air that pushes the moans and sighs of satisfaction.

These fantasies poison every inch of my mind at times like these - as I stare unto the patterns in the moon face, the bright boisterous stars. Quiet beautiful times when I am able to depend on my memory to replay, like an echo, the sounds you make when you cum for me. Deep, soft, quiet releases whispered softly in sensitive places that leave a solid impression to a passionate soul.

It's an energy we create when we play I think...teetering on dangerous. And when it manifests is becomes infective to every one around us. It leads me to believe that this would be more that just a physical fuck, it would be a mental fuck... And sometimes an emotional fuck, because you know it adds to the climax of the mental release.

It would dictate a look in the eye during all the right moments, or a shy away to keep me guessing.

A triad of pleasure and ecstasy at the hands of two carnal and driven people to accomplish the best sexual experience ever written in either of our lives.

My toes curl when I think of that, and it triggers the blood to boil in an extreme that I cannot fight - nor can I erase from my determination. I have to do it, I have to fantasize about us again - no matter where, or when. In perfect play and protected in privacy - I find myself slipping my fingers between my legs, closing my eyes.

I wonder what it will feel like to have your tongue inside of me, spreading me open and taking your time to prepare me for what's to come. I bet you'll smile if I look back or down to watch... I bet you'll snicker a little...

I bet a lot of things right now - but I'm close to climax at the thought of your smile as you pull my pussy open and look up at me devilishly before your hot tongue makes way to explosive contact.

I grow deeper into the thought of your eyes slighting as you're about to cum; as my fingers grow deeper inside of my pussy... Which is now so slippery from my fantasies, It tempts the other hand to play along - finding a nipple of it's own.

My thumb presses against my clit, and I satisfy the swollen majesty but circling it lightly.

Then wanting to see you above me, feel your fingers drift through my hair; and my fingers to do the same to yours. Have your breath on my neck and your body heavy and slow, slipping over mine as we're entangled in something more than a casual encounter.

I know you would grab harder depending on how good it feels.

I can almost sense your arms wrapped tight when they needed to be, or pushing as the atmosphere and position of our bodies change like chameleons - but together, so we are still elusive to that which happens around us.

It's empowering, devious, and delicious in all of the right places. It's a power struggle of epic proportions - dirty and raw, yet soft and sensual. Two stars combining and emitting a dust of cosmic explosion into the universe.

To have the feeling of your cock filling me, pumping. Your breath labored. That quiet sigh of battling your urgency to cum too quickly. The slip of your hands from my waist to my hips... The sound of skin connecting... Shit.

I'm sorry. I can't write anymore... I already finger fucked myself four times trying to write this... and I may have to do it again.

- Me