Letting go of you is hard
But I know I need to
I will keep some memories in a box inside my busy brain
And the ever expanding fantasy of meeting face to face in a town without consequences
In this place, there is no Daddy, no work colleagues, no pretense or artifice.
It’s you and I. Our desire, our lust, our pain, our baggage. Let’s just fuck.
I want to move between dominance and submission with you, a tango of sex.
I will pin you up against the wall, naked, arms and legs spread wide. I hold your arms as I softly kiss your face, your mouth, your ears, your neck. I’m fully clothed and the soft silky dress is smooth and cool against you.
I move down your body and kiss and lick every beautiful inch of you. I worship you. And you love to be worshipped. It’s agonisingly slow and deliberate, and your cock is growing bigger and harder.
Turn around.
Your back is a work of art. I know I can be rougher. I bite and squeeze and rake my nails over you, leaving tracks of pink warm skin.
I kneel on the ground at your feet, but in control. I work from your ankles up, a rough massage, a bite, a caress,
Your arse is beautiful. And as I spread your cheeks your arsehole is sweet and ready.
I lick you gently and savour your quiet moans of pleasure. I go deeper with the pointed tip of my tongue, then retreat to tease the entrance.
One of my hands moves in between your thighs, teasing the taint. Caressing your balls. then finally circling your thick cock.
I whimper myself, overcome with lust, even as I am serving you.
I direct my energy into rimming your arse and gently stroking your cock. But my desire for you is too big. I move between you and the wall and take you into my mouth.
My eyes water, and my lips stretch over your head. My fingers grab onto your hips in pleasure,but also to bring you deeper into my mouth
Slow deep sucks of your massive cock. My tongue tracing every inch. Committing to memory, the size, shape, feel and taste of you.
I want you to slowly and gently fuck my throat. I want to feel your cock down the back of my throat. I’ve been training, working hard to do this, but no one has been as big as you.
As we realise I can take it all, I look up at you. My eyes say please, and my hands are moving your hips faster and faster.
You move one hand down and cup the back of my head. Gently grabbing some hair, so there’s pressure but no pain.
You’re bracing yourself against the wall, and you start to fuck my throat. Rhythmic, deep, insistent. So fucking hot.
Your control lessens as you get close to cumming. You’re moaning, saying my name, clutching my hair.
I want to swallow you. I want your cum dripping out of my mouth onto my soft white cleavage.
As you pound my face, my mouth tightens and I’m milking you as you move in and out.
You cum loudly and for ages. I swallow what I can, and let the rest drip where it will.
When you’re empty, you kneel on the floor facing me.
You lick your cum off the top of my tits. You kiss my chin, the side of my mouth, the tracks of my tears. You kiss me passionately. We swallow each other, what we had, what could have been, what never was.
You hold my face in your hands. You see me. You know me.
You say my name.
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