I was home thinking about you. Feeling the distance between. Quietly missing what was momentarily mine. Feeling fortunate for the chance to have known such passion and connectedness. I was anxious to replicate that feeling again. Heavy with though. I wanted to walk it off. Exhaust some of my anxious energy.
It was raining lightly. I stepped out into the darkness. A cool breeze hit my face as the moisture in the air bathed my skin. Leaving a dewy layer of earthy wet sat on my brow. My heart is overwhelmed with the feeling of happiness. I close my eyes and allow myself to wander. Taking in the smells and sounds. Thrusting my mind back into the tall dark spaces we keep. Where just you and I meet. Entangled in a memory I cannot escape. My eyes water and my heart joyfully yearns at every thought. An unexpected surprise. Intelligence and vibration. A shared connection unlike I’ve felt before. The reality of the moment imprinted within all my senses. The heat of a glowing fire touching my back and warm blanket against my naked body. The smell of freshly wet moss and pine. Or maybe it was birch. Silly you. That sideways grin. Standing there in front of the dark backdrop of a quiet dream, blue eyes sparkling with the reflection of the flames. The sound of the rain and the creek flowing over the luscious green forest hidden beneath the darkness echo in my ears.
We are discussing existentialism. The eternal push and pull of man, the philosophy of finding something worth dying for. My mind orgasms to recall our debate. Another layer of attraction unmatched. The smell of cigarettes and burberry cologne filling my nostrils and swirling in my head. Enchanting me like a potion of love. Drawing me in to kiss you. To feel you chill when I nibble the nape of your neck. Hear you moan under your breath when I grab your cock through your tight boxer. Caressing and kneading your balls. Making you want to use me for your enjoyment. I want again to be worshipped by you the way you do. Gentle paws fingering my wet pussy as I am teasing my ass onto your already hard cock. You push me forward hands to the floor and force my wet my panties off. Your hands on my hips as you take my tight ass with your large cock. Gently at first, just the tip slowly moving in and out, warming me up to take you wholly. Then with pop and a bouncy rhythm you are inside me, deeply. We are animals ready to tear each other inside out. Grabbing the thick of my ass then smacking it with a flirtatious intensity. Driving your cock deeper and deeper until I am purring with ecstasy and you fill me with your love. Then we are holding each other tightly. My arms draped around your neck and yours resting on my waist as we sway back and forth to the musicality of our heartbeats. Breathless and shivering with satisfaction. A final kiss to send me home. To another space where you are too far to enjoy so sweetly. Except for these musings of my mind.
I am alone now. Wet aching pussy. Standing in the darkness. Dewy brow. The smell of wet earth wafting in the night breeze. In my mind now I am debating our own existentialism. Could we exist outside of these tall dark spaces we keep? Where only you and I meet. My happy heart holds this truth. To exist is to be present. So long as I hold this space presently in my heart and mind it is. Eternally. Existential you.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dzucbv/existential_you_thinking_about_my_fall_city