to the man from room 726
When I close my eyes and recall our night, this is where I am...
At the bar... first contact. My forefinger timidly touching the denim of your jeans, making sure it's real, and lifting my eyes to meet yours, smiling. Your finger joining mine, those long digits entwining so sensually I can't help but wonder how our body's will join. Your touch smooth, cool and silken as the heat between us radiates palpably...
Our lips meeting for the first time, yours urging me gently, calmly encouraging... My lips submitting against yours, their fullness taken into your mouth as my breath quickens, my heart galloping. The first taste of your tongue as my eagerness to explore you brings a stuck groan to my throat. The feel of that strong slender muscle moving in my mouth, so delicate and delicious... And your sexy whisper in my ear, suggesting it really might be time to move on.... nods... uh-huh So easy to submit to you when I'm half hypnotised by a kiss...
Now I'm undoing your shirt as you slide mine over my arms... Mmmmm, I can still smell your scent growing with each unfastened button, your heat spilling out tendrils of your warm musk; the top note of your aftershave, the underlying tang of your clean skin, and the earthy, masculine essence of your sweat. Breathing you in, my hands on your chest, fingers tangling in the fine hair on your torso... You reaching under my jaw, and planting your lips over mine, your tongue exploring my wet mouth as I step closer, your hard-on straining, pressing against my hip... Me unable to separate sensations and putting mouth and cock together in my head; dropping down. Freeing your prick.
And what a cock... MrMan, my god. My mouth went dry when my quivering lil fingers first wrapped themselves around that huge, meaty shaft, and as I drew it toward my lips; your girth was too much for my hand. It just bulges, darlin... How the fuck could I ever I resist that? Then your pre-cum on my tongue, cooled and sticky, thin and slightly salty, adding to my spit and wetting up your pole. Did I groan at the time? Cos I do when I remember...
Our eyes connected as you fed that dick to my ravenous snatch, both slippery from my spit and your precum, so willing for the thrill that awaits. Your intense, blue eyes are narrowed, your jaw's tight... We gasp in wide-eyed unison. And I still can't believe how easily she swallowed you, her walls swelling around you, almost sucking you in. And you, so delicate and gentle with that fucking-weapon... I take great pride in the way we both happened to handle that first slow thrust; it gives me shivers right this second, down every limb. It's a moment I know will stay with me, cos it's one I won't let go.
And then random flashes...
...kissing my pussy lips against yours as you eat me out, encouraging your head with my hand, moaning as my nails scrape lightly over your scalp.
...putting my feet over your shoulders as you hover above me, lifting my arse and feeling us grind your cock up to my cervix, gasping at the initial stab, and groaning as it spills into a hot, shuddered thrill.
...opening my eyes at some blissed-out moment to see you staring at me, studying me; wanting to hold your eye, but being unable, eyes rolling back closed as I swoon under your desire.
...your hand in my hair as your fuck me from behind and tell me to shush.
...worshipping that totally formidable, delectable, adorable cock (and the man who doth wield it) with my hand and mouth, begging for your cum with every swirl of my tongue, every stroke of my fingers on your balls and hearing your whispered moan that you're gonna blow...
...feeling, tasting, taking your cum in my mouth, your load bursting into my cheeks and pooling in the back of my mouth... letting that fresh, clean jizz flow over my tongue and into my throat, only swallowing you down when your cum threatens to drown my gag reflex... and keeping your dick in mouth when I do.
...laying on you after it all; just being still against you, listening to us breath.
...saying goodbye, and feeling right and happy.
And knowing right now, that I'd have gladly gone there again if you'd only appreciated me for being more than a cunt.
But thanks anyways. ;)
At the bar... first contact. My forefinger timidly touching the denim of your jeans, making sure it's real, and lifting my eyes to meet yours, smiling. Your finger joining mine, those long digits entwining so sensually I can't help but wonder how our body's will join. Your touch smooth, cool and silken as the heat between us radiates palpably...
Our lips meeting for the first time, yours urging me gently, calmly encouraging... My lips submitting against yours, their fullness taken into your mouth as my breath quickens, my heart galloping. The first taste of your tongue as my eagerness to explore you brings a stuck groan to my throat. The feel of that strong slender muscle moving in my mouth, so delicate and delicious... And your sexy whisper in my ear, suggesting it really might be time to move on.... nods... uh-huh So easy to submit to you when I'm half hypnotised by a kiss...
Now I'm undoing your shirt as you slide mine over my arms... Mmmmm, I can still smell your scent growing with each unfastened button, your heat spilling out tendrils of your warm musk; the top note of your aftershave, the underlying tang of your clean skin, and the earthy, masculine essence of your sweat. Breathing you in, my hands on your chest, fingers tangling in the fine hair on your torso... You reaching under my jaw, and planting your lips over mine, your tongue exploring my wet mouth as I step closer, your hard-on straining, pressing against my hip... Me unable to separate sensations and putting mouth and cock together in my head; dropping down. Freeing your prick.
And what a cock... MrMan, my god. My mouth went dry when my quivering lil fingers first wrapped themselves around that huge, meaty shaft, and as I drew it toward my lips; your girth was too much for my hand. It just bulges, darlin... How the fuck could I ever I resist that? Then your pre-cum on my tongue, cooled and sticky, thin and slightly salty, adding to my spit and wetting up your pole. Did I groan at the time? Cos I do when I remember...
Our eyes connected as you fed that dick to my ravenous snatch, both slippery from my spit and your precum, so willing for the thrill that awaits. Your intense, blue eyes are narrowed, your jaw's tight... We gasp in wide-eyed unison. And I still can't believe how easily she swallowed you, her walls swelling around you, almost sucking you in. And you, so delicate and gentle with that fucking-weapon... I take great pride in the way we both happened to handle that first slow thrust; it gives me shivers right this second, down every limb. It's a moment I know will stay with me, cos it's one I won't let go.
And then random flashes...
...kissing my pussy lips against yours as you eat me out, encouraging your head with my hand, moaning as my nails scrape lightly over your scalp.
...putting my feet over your shoulders as you hover above me, lifting my arse and feeling us grind your cock up to my cervix, gasping at the initial stab, and groaning as it spills into a hot, shuddered thrill.
...opening my eyes at some blissed-out moment to see you staring at me, studying me; wanting to hold your eye, but being unable, eyes rolling back closed as I swoon under your desire.
...your hand in my hair as your fuck me from behind and tell me to shush.
...worshipping that totally formidable, delectable, adorable cock (and the man who doth wield it) with my hand and mouth, begging for your cum with every swirl of my tongue, every stroke of my fingers on your balls and hearing your whispered moan that you're gonna blow...
...feeling, tasting, taking your cum in my mouth, your load bursting into my cheeks and pooling in the back of my mouth... letting that fresh, clean jizz flow over my tongue and into my throat, only swallowing you down when your cum threatens to drown my gag reflex... and keeping your dick in mouth when I do.
...laying on you after it all; just being still against you, listening to us breath.
...saying goodbye, and feeling right and happy.
And knowing right now, that I'd have gladly gone there again if you'd only appreciated me for being more than a cunt.
But thanks anyways. ;)