My body aches for touch. My lips yearn for the feel of a kiss. It seems ages have past since hands have touched me in a way of desire. With a simple breeze my nipples erect and reach out to grasp any sensation possible. The slightest aroma is identifiable and I hear the softest breath. I crave the unforgettable taste of reward for a job well done. My pussy comes alive and tingles with the thought of being pulsed with a tongue, a hand, a cock. Pounding in and out deep then slow. Barely tipping then thrusting so hard I forget my own name. Licking my sweet juices that triggers my hips to jump. Making my toes curl and screaming out without reserve. Feeling the ultimate release pouring from a heavenly tool. Imagining arms holding me tight while I enjoy the warmth of fluid gently dripping out as my pussy continues to pulse. The beads of sweat shared between two bodies entangled in a night of passion.
This is what I want. Crave. Desire.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1ed1rp/my_thoughts_for_the_evening