Thinking of You

This is more of a journal entry but still erotic so, I thought I would share.

I don’t miss you but I miss the way you could make me feel.

I miss the soft press of your lips; the trail of kisses you’d leave from my neck to past my hips

How you’d stop to look at me then smile. You’d pause at my torso and kiss it harder.

Sucking my skin with open mouth kisses. You’d swirl your tongue around my abdomen causing my sharp inhales

A soft laugh would escape your lips. “Oh do you like that?” you would ask just to do it again harder.

Lower and lower you’d go meeting my thighs. Gripping me harshly. You kiss them gently but not long after you’d bite them.

You bit me so hard I’d gasp and with each exhale more pressure was added.

Licking, sucking , and biting me until it was hard to breathe. I couldn’t speaking so my hips did for me.

You’d stop and admire the bruises you gave. Telling me which was your favorite.

Leaning down to kiss me again I’d be mesmerized. You’d pull away and press on the bruise. Moans escape me, giving you the motivation to press into me harder.

My back would arch higher and higher until I’ve sat up. Wrapping my hand around the back of your neck forcing our lips together.

I kiss from your jawline then down to the base of your neck. Slowly I swipe up with my tongue to trail to your ear. I earn moans out of you to be rewarded with your nails digging in my bruises. Your bruises. Our bruises?

My wanting turns to needing as we kiss. My hands are encapsulated in your hair. Our kisses become harder and harder; sloppier and sloppier. I bite you, you bite me. I whisper into your mouth “hurt me”. You’d say “what?” to tease me digging harder in me. “Hurt me, please” I’d whisper again. “Perfect”you speak into me. As close as we were it wasn’t enough. Our bodies combining just set me more on fire.

The way your tongue rolled inside me. Feeling your breath on my sex. Eating me from the inside out. The praise you gave me on my taste.

The feeling of your fingers first entering my body was electric. I’d pay to feel you inside me for the first time again. Sliding in and curving up and out slow and hard. Increasing the pressure but never the tempo. It was melodic and bewitching to be under you. Beside you. On top of you. I just needed to have you. You knew that because I told you. I begged for you. I said your names over and over, louder and louder. Looking into your siren eyes with my doe. I just needed you to devour me.

I needed you to climb inside my body. Who knows if that would’ve been enough. After every round I wanted more; again and again. Let me beg for you again. Leave me with nothing if the present can be this captivating. If your presence is this captivating.

You laid your head on my thigh when done. I brushed my fingers through your long tresses. The room felt so wholesome and safe. Markings from you placed on me from head to toe and I felt safe.

I’ll feel that again one day I know. I don’t miss you it’s just a memory I can’t let go.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/uqz3mm/thinking_of_you