I think of you sometimes. I think of how we met and how we use to laugh and talk for hours. I think of how we just wanted to be in each other’s presence. I think of how you would sit in my lap on the couch and command my attention over the tv or anything else. I think of how just feeling you against me completed me and made me desire no other thing. I think of the evenings we spent cooking. I think of you standing at the stove top cooking spaghetti and promising me it was a special receipe your step-mother made. I think of staring at you and thinking how beautiful you were in the cheap Dollar General sun dress you had bought.
I remember standing behind you and massaging your shoulders and nibbling on your neck. I remember pushing one strap and then the other to the side of your shoulders and the sundress falling to the floor. I remember how you felt no embarrassment, no need to cover yourself as you turned to face me. I gazed at the beauty of your body, your golden hair that cascaded down your shoulders like the light of the sun, your vibrant blue eyes, the incredible artwork of your tattoos on your left shoulder and how it went down your arm and dwindled down to beads of a necklace on your hands, the ampleness of your breasts and the puffiness of your nipples that started to stand erect. I remember the shape of your hips, the curvature of your ass, and the thickness of your thighs. You were a goddess in that moment. A being that was gracing the earth with her beauty.
You smiled at me and kissed me with force and passion. I felt your tongue wrap around mine as we anxiously wanted our souls to begin the magic of mingling and merging together during the sacred dance of love making. My hands went around your waist and I pulled you into me, not able to get close enough to you. I craved your touch and your soul. We kissed like that for a long time. As we pulled apart you pushed me to the dining table where I leaned against it. You looked up at me and asked, “Please?” I nodded my head. Your gaze never broke mine as you unzipped my pants and pulled down the jeans letting my cock fall towards your face. I saw your eyes close as you guided it in between your lips where your tongue swirled around the tip. I let out a guttural growl, animalistic and from depth of the savage part of my soul. A sound of desire and lust that spoke the language of our souls. I remember this excited you and you took me deep into your mouth and down your throat where you forced yourself to gag on the beast you so willingly allowed inside you. You pulled away from my cock and smiled at me. You sunk all the way down to your knees and and took me back in your mouth and simultaneously stroked my cock as your lips worked back and forth over my cock. All I could was moan with pleasure.
I remember you sensing my cock starting to pulse you stopped and asked if you should swallow or take it on your face. I told you to drink me in. You went back at it and within moments I came in your mouth and I watched as some escaped your lips and dribbled down your chin and onto your breasts. You used your finger to clean it off of your chin and breasts and looked at me as you licked it off your finger seductively. You stood up and I kissed you deep and long.
I remember pushing you to the couch and down onto your back. I started at your feet and kissed my way up both of your legs. I loved your thighs – how they were thick with muscle from your long hours of working out. I loved the taste of your skin as my tongue glided over your thighs and around your naked pussy. I remember how my tongue found your clit and wrapped around it and opened up the folds of your skin. You moaned with pleasure as I did this. I kissed up your stomach to your large, swollen breats and briefly stopped as I sucked on your nipples. Your hand played with my hair and slid down my back tracing my muscles. As your hands came back up I felt your nails dig and claw my back.
I remember kissing your neck and then your lips. I sat up and pulled you toward me. I whispered in your ear I wanted to take you to Paris and make love on a balcony looking out on the Eifel Tower. I kissed your neck and nibbled on your ear and whispered I wanted to take you to Tanzania and make love in front of a fire with Mount Kilimanjaro looking down on us. I whispered I wanted to take you to Japan and make love in a bathhouse with men watching how lucky I am. You whispered back no one had ever talked to you that way. You climbed into my lap facing me. You stared into my eyes directly into my souls You slowly lowered yourself down on me. I remember my cock slowly slid in you, parting your lips as it glided deep into your swollen, wet pussy. It was warm and welcomed my hard cock. You bent over and kissed my lips with a deep loving kiss, our tongues intertwined, not able to get deep enough. We kissed fiercely feeling our souls mingling from me being inside you and our tongues locked together. It was soft at first. A slow building cascade of music as our bodies bucked and pounded against each other trying to get deeper intertwined into each other’s souls. This gave way to a savagery from within us. A desire to feel ecstasy as our souls became one. I felt the curvature of your skin as my hands explored your body. I felt your breasts pounding against my chest with every buck and pounding as our skin met. You started breathing hard and moaning as you took me into you. The moaning turned into high pitched shriek as we moved together. You leaned back on my cock and stared into my eyes as your body began to convulse and I felt your pussy grip onto my cock. I let myself go and came in you. Giving my seed to intermingle with you. We were one.
I remember afterwards at how we held each other. We felt home.
I remember missing you…..