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.