(this is my first time posting, and these are raw, unedited thoughts. be kind)
It's been too long. Memory fades. I can barely remember the feel of your body pressed against mine, the scent of your hair, the way you hold me, and how you respond to my touch. And yet, I can't forget, either.
I experience a visceral reaction at the thought of taking your face in my hands and pressing my lips to yours. My lips ache and my mouth begins to water as I anticipate that first electric touch of your lips to mine after so long. The soft, smooth sensation as first they press together. My lips nibble nothing, wishing it were you. My tongue reaches out to touch where your lip would be, pressed between mine. I can taste you, your lips, then your mouth. I feel your velvety tongue respond to mine. A moan escapes, in anticipation of what might be.
I feel that fluttering in my stomach, nervous with anticipation. I grow hard, stiff with desire. My body wants to be pressed against yours, to feel you pressing back. My hips thrust of their own volition, needing to be close to you.
My fingers wander, wanting to explore your body, first sliding down your body to find the hem of your shirt, then slipping underneath, seeking out bare skin. My hands long to press against you, palm flat and fingers splayed. To explore up, to cup your breasts and squeeze your nipples. To explore down, to cup your ass and pull you against me.
I need to undress you, to see and feel your naked body. In my mind, I lift your shirt over your head and drop it to the floor, then unhook your bra, before sliding my hands along your sides. My hands grasp your hips, then move to the front where then can unbutton your pants. Hooking my thumbs into your panties, I push them down, sliding my hands down your thighs. Gravity takes over, and I let them fall as I move my hands to the small of your back, pulling you close against me.
My clothed body presses against your naked one, and this time, your hands seek to rectify that. You lift my shirt over my head, and drop it on top of yours, then undo my pants. My pants fall to the floor, leaving me wearing only my underwear. I press against you again, and you can feel the heat of my body, the hardness of my erection, and the wet spot of precum soaking through my underwear.
Your hands slip inside my boxer-briefs, finding my hard shaft and my heavy balls. Feeling the touch I've been aching for, I gasp, and groan. My body trembles, and my hands clench, squeezing your body and leaving marks where my fingernails press to your skin. As I push you back towards the bed, you slide my underwear past my hips, and it falls towards the floor as you fall onto my bed.
I lower myself on top of you, our naked bodies finally pressed together. What started as a dream, a hint of things that might be, has become a promise. Your legs are spread slightly, and my hard dick is pointing straight down between them. My chest is squeezing your breasts between us. I can feel your hard nipples pressing against me, just as you can feel my chest hair brushing against you.
My lips press to yours, and I moan as my hips roll, causing my dick to press against your pussy lips. I feel the welcoming heat, the humidity of your wetness against my hard shaft. I pull back and my head slides along your lips, then past, mixing your wetness and my precum, leaving wet trails of both along your lips and my shaft.
My dick is pressed between us now, sliding along your lips, along your clit. Our bodies are grinding, writhing, moaning. It's too much, and you reach down and grasp my dick. I pull back as you take the head and slide it along your lips, spreading your wetness and coating my head. I tremble, and my dick throbs in your hand. You can feel my need. You slide my head until it's pressed against your opening, and I press into you. My head parts your lips and my dick fills you. Your pussy squeezes my dick like a glove. I gasp, and moan. I thrust in and out, losing myself in the delicious friction, the closeness, the intimacy.
Your wetness overflows, dripping down my balls. My groin bangs into your clit. My balls slap against your ass. Two people, as one, lost in each other. It could be minutes, it could be an hour. Time has no meaning. Until I can't take any more. My moans increase in intensity, in volume. I groan. I manage to say something that sounds a bit like "Oh god, oh god, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum", then words fade into indecipherable grunts.
I find myself lying on my back, my hand grasping my dick, as cum drips down my fingers, pooling on my belly. My memories, my fantasy, are all that remains. It's been too long.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/4249dc/mf_its_been_too_long_an_experiment_in_original