Erotic Musings (felt like talking dirty)

It’s something about your mystique. How when you walk around the house naked the room seems to be shrouded in smoke. The colours become more vibrant. Maybe it’s the contrast of the waking world against the coffee tones in your skin. Or the way the gravity sits on the thick curves of your hips while you saunter across the floor. Cat-like. It might even just be in your eyes. The way they squeeze tight with mischief and observation. I see you too, you know. I see the wanting in the way you sprawl across the couch. The way you twist that slim waist to reveal your big supple breasts – as if you could ever hide them away. The way you offer yourself to my preying eyes. Somewhere between nervous and excited I see the vulnerability in opening yourself to me. I see the trust you have in me and I respect it. You will not regret letting me love you.

To honor the privilege it is to give you pleasure I will start slow. I will run my hands over every inch of your body slowly. I will ask you to tell me where my touch feels best. I want a crash course in touching you. My senses aligned with everything you are now in this moment. I’ll listen closely to your breathe, your moans, your whimpers, your winces, and I’ll take detailed notes before we truly begin. The grool between your thighs tells me you’re ready but I won’t start without your permission, without your consent, without your begging.

My fingers will dance lightly over the lips of pussy while our lips connect with electricity. We will take this slow. Very slow. I will hold you over the edge of orgasm with just my fingers alone. I will not insert them. Just the gentle caress. We can decide together if this will be the first time you cum for me. But no matter it will not be the last. But when it’s done I will continue to kiss the whole way down your chocolate body. Licking every inch of you. Before I devour your pussy until your body shakes. Your body will surge over and over before I let go of you. I will offer you a brief respite before we continue even though we both know you won’t take it. You want me. I want you. And I so very much know what to do with you now.

The important thing here is that you are in control. Even when you’re not. Even when I am. I don’t want this if you don’t want this. So you’ll tell me where to start. Where to finish. When you want more. When you need more. But what I do know is that when I slide this dick into that tight dripping juicy pussy. You will melt over me. Like a lock and key I will open up something inside you that you have never known and will never want to let go of. This will be the beginning of our entanglement and it will never be undone. Like Ivy you will wrap around me while I bury you into the soil of our home. The floor. The couch. The bed. The wall. You will become a part of this space and I will help you.

I will revel in the way your eyes roll back. The sound disconnects from your voice. Your body goes limp. As your full body orgasms around my cock. Just when you think you’re done the next wave will rock you and send you off to sea. The wet overflowing release of your orgasms spilling down both your body and mine. You’ll tell me you rarely do that and you can’t control it. Embarrassed. Unmoored by my love. And I will comfort you by licking you clean.

I need you so I will never let you go. It is safe here. You’re free here. We connect here.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/n66ndy/erotic_musings_felt_like_talking_dirty