Speaking candidly, I should have written this a very long time ago
Maybe it’s failing of our personal discourse? I reserve judgement, we all live busy lives. I feel this sense of a lightning tinged desire, a sweet and exciting longing, spiked with an alcoholic mix. Call it, the jack and coke of sexual fantasies.
Wanting is a terrible curse, desire offers its own brevity. I am sure my penance will excruciating. Who fucking cares? I have nothing left to loose.
I do intent to earn my punishment and speaking of wanting desires, will likely do just that. Speak now then, and speak assuredly.
I think about seeing you, touching you, and kissing you. The sensation’s of your bare skin pressed against mine. The look in your eyes, as I cradle your neck and face in my hands. As I kiss you with passionate need, your soft breaths and sly moans welcome me for more. Moving my hands further down to cup your breasts, and position your hips.
Can you feel my excitement growing?
I feel your anticipation growing, as my left hand returns to your neck and beautifully once again cradled face. Your hips pressing down and towards my shaft, as my right hand grabs your so supple ass firmly. Still kissing and caressing your strawberry lips with my own soft and focused ones.
I want nothing more than to push inside of you right now.
My free hand sliding your purple thong panties to the side, touching your ever wetting pussy, rubbing your throbbing clit with my fingers, and entering you as I do. These panties really need to just come of don’t they?
I steady myself over you, hands around your face and neck. My shaft’s head positioned to enter your swollen, wet and twitching pretty pussy. This moment right now, is the moment we are our truest selves. We are connected in every conceivable way except one.
I push into you, me and you have connected their now too. The exacerbation of our mutual pleasure in moans, and growls offer us as needful things. Rocking each other back and forth we give and take each other in mind, body and soul. Giving and receiving the orgasmic pleasures of two being just one. I never wish to leave this though, your eyes looking into mine. Tantric rhythmic sensations, spelling ownership of one another.
This has been a long time coming, in and for us both. We recognize the taste of you is a nectar of need, seeing you is the attraction in spirit, and feeling that connection is the only thing that matters.
In handing you back your panties, and seeing your smile in coy desire for me to put them back on you. I can only smile and oblige. I can love you more right now. You seeing me, and feeling as I do, your only words are, “Merry Christmas Love”
Always 💙
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/rkwuwe/merry_christmas_love_mf
Very beautiful written!