Before your read, just know this is actually a repost of an unsent letter to someone I still think of from time to time (I thought it would more appropriate on this subreddit). So excuse my non-traditional post. I hope the mods don’t mind either. Thanks in advance for reading….
Gone are the days I was your angel.
When we lived together, you could be seriously focused playing Destiny on your PS4 and I’d walk up to you nonchalantly in my birthday suit and go down and deep throat your cock in the middle of a mission.
Even after 4 painstaking hours of playing to that long desired point of your gameplay, you’d simply toss your controller & headset aside and grab my hips while positioning my wet pussy to take your cock in missionary, all the while your friends continued the mission in the background, but I’d pin you down between my legs quick enough to finish you off riding like the untamed cowgirl I can be with you under me.
I’m sure your friends heard every single thing we did considering they lost but I secretly wanted it that way.
I’ll still miss finding any and every excuse to run errands at work.
I don’t know how but you always knew which elevator to take.
When the doors opened and the other occupants left, I’d pull you back as you wave goodbye and groped your cock.
And as soon as the doors shut again we’d have our 3rd and or 4th lunch break until the lift reached the top floor.
You are a Southern gentleman in mannerism but a blue eyed demon from behind.
I’d never broken a hotel bed frame but our wild intimacy came at a price that weekend in central Texas.
I had never worn lingerie for you until that particular escapade getaway.
We can both agree it was a suggestion worth taking from Kaitlin who doesn’t always give sound advice.
“Banging” never comes close to define what you would do to my tight ass and pussy on a mattress, floor or hood of your car.
We didn’t need a hotel room let alone a room.
We were naughty by nature.
My favorite moments of the day were sunrise and sunset.
Waking up to you thrusting your cock into me like a jack hammer…just the thought gets me wet again.
I’m sure our retired neighbors next door were envious of our youth.
You’d arrive home from work at sunset and walk into our kitchen to me nudely washing dishes.
You’d smack my ass and with the jingle of your belt and pants falling to the floor was the moment I had hungered for all day.
Like a NASCAR driver whose just seen the green light, once your pants hit the floor my derrière rode your dick like a speed demon and your loud moans and grunts were ecstasy to my ear drums as I made my ass cheeks clap against your pelvis accelerating until your cock jolted cum deep within me.
There was no denying your body was divinely made to make this Southern belle ring.
But now those days are all but gone.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5jd9yf/gone_fm