I miss the way you taste. I want to text you and ask you to come over. I want to feel your cock get hard in your jeans. I want to straddle you and rub against it, imagining how it would feel stretching me. I want you to pull my shirt off and kiss, lick, and suck my nipples. I want to feel your lips on that spot on my neck, the one that erases all logic and reason and turns me into putty. I want to slide off you onto my knees and I do your belt and jeans. I want to lick slowly up and down your throbbing cock savoring the taste of you, something I haven’t had in so long, something I’ve been craving. I want to wrap my lips around you and suck firmly and slowly, hearing that sharp intake of breath from you as your head hits the back of my throat. I want to hear you say you need to taste me. To lay me on the couch and bury your face in my dripping pussy. I crave for your tongue to make me cum over and over again. When I’m gasping almost begging you to stop because I don’t think I could cum again I want to feel you. I want your cock to slide into the mess you made, spreading and stretching my tight cunt to fit you. I want to feel you pounding me, pulling my hair, burying your cock in me, using me to satisfy yourself in a way you haven’t felt in forever because she can’t or won’t provide that satisfaction to you. I want you to fuck me every way you want not stoping until you explode. I want to lick you clean after that because I miss the taste of you. I want to know that I satisfied you in a way your wife doesn’t. I know it’s wrong but I want to taste you again.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mgnlsb/i_know_its_wrong_but_i_cant_help_myself
I don’t know why but I just love this- there seems be be something very nostalgic about it. x
nicely written, expressing urge and melancholy at the same time. Like it!