This is my first post of erotica anywhere ever. Be gentle
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There she is.
She’s so….I don’t even have the words. She’s special. She isn’t perfection, but she’s what I admire.
I love her hair, the way it curls at the end, ever so slightly. I want to wrap it around my fingertips, inhale the scent.
She has the smile of a vampire, and I wonder what it would be like. What it would be like to feel her teeth sink into that spot.
That sensitive spot on my beck where I go from ticklish to aroused depending on how hard the pressure is.
Oh no…I’m thinking about her *that way* AGAIN. It’s so wrong. I shouldn’t be thinking these things.
It’s so…taboo. But I can’t help it. And I’ll bet you’d want her, too.
I want to run my fingers through her hair and press her mouth to mine, make her yield to the assault of my tongue.
I want to hear that breathy moan, and feel her soft curves mold to the pressure of my hand. She’d probably try to wiggle out of my grasp…
“This isn’t normal!” she’d pant. But I don’t care. I want to press her back to the wall and worship her.
I want to put one hand around her throat and press lightly. I want to hear her whimper from the slight sting.
I’d spin her around and push myself up against her ass. One hand per cheek, just rubbing, rubbing.
Let my hand drift up to those massive breasts. I want to make her wet. I want to feel her soft flesh in my hands as I cup and squeeze.
Cup….and squeeze. I want to pinch her nipples between my fingertips, until it’s just enough. Until it just starts to hurt. Feel them elongate.
I can smell her…her scent intoxicates me. I wonder how she tastes. Well, better now than never.
I’d lead her over to the bed. Kiss her softly, putting my hand on the back of her head to lower her gently down.
She’s glowing. I see her smile. I know exactly what to do and what I want.
I kiss my way from her neck to her lips, from her lips down to her belly. I want to push her thighs apart. Feel the heat radiate from her soaking center.
Oh…she smells good. Let me nuzzle my nose up and down her folds. Please, just once, let me spread those fat pink lips and run my tongue from her entrance to the top. Let me suck her hardened clit until she starts to writhe under me.
Oh, she likes that. She’s moaning. I want to dip my finger into her, stroke her, searching for that spot.
She moans something about her mouth being dry. So I take my finger, coated in her, and offer it to her mouth. Let that sweet tongue taste herself. To me, she tastes wonderful. A little salty. A little base. Just like her.
I realize I am wet myself. Just the thought of having her yielding to my hands. She’s writhing now. I wish I had the right equipment.
I wish I had a massive, hard shaft. But I don’t.
I indulge myself in the thought of what it would feel like.
To run my tip up and down her dripping pussy lips. To smack those lips lightly, teasing her. I want to bury myself in her.
I don’t even want to be gentle. I want to slam into her. To the hilt. And just feel her throb around my flesh. Here her tell me how full she feels, and acquiesce to her when she tells me she wants me to fuck her, hard.
To feel myself slam into her, so wet and slick.
To feel her clench and release on me. I want her to say the naughtiest things. Play out her fantasies.
I can’t bring myself to go this far. It’s too much. But I’ll continue to pound into that pretty pussy. I can feel her getting close.
She’s grasping at the sheets. She’s starting to fight it. Why does she do that I wonder? Is she afraid to feel herself come completely undone?
Nevermind…focus; drive into her. I feel myself tense and start to shake. I wish I was filling her with load after load of hot seed. She loves that feeling.
But what I can give her has to be enough. Let her cum. Watch her breasts bounce as she arches her back and tries to clamp her legs shut, to fight the intense wave of pleasure she feels.
“No baby, leave those pretty thighs open.
I wanna rub this cum covered shaft all over your skin.”
Cover her in her own juices.
Her orgasm is still rolling through her. Shudder after shudder, as she comes down from that cloud.
I run the toy across her lips. “Clean your cum off of this, my sweet girl. We need it clean for next time.”
She obliges, sucking every last bit of herself off of the silicone.
Now the usual post orgasm ritual. She rolls over into a ball. She always seems to retreat inward after.
She looks sleepy. She pulls her panties back on while trying to remain on her side. She grabs the toy and puts it in the bedside drawer.
She’s satisfied. She glances in the mirror, looking into her own eyes and says “thanks baby.”
I, her reflection, look back at her, and know this isn’t the last time.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/n2wnec/there_she_is_an_autosexual_stream_of_conscious