(a)Musing...
(Adapted from an audio clip produced a couple of years ago for FECK's Sonic Erotica project.)
You are my Muse... and you do Inspire me. And more... You make me wanna share. You make me wanna brag. I contemplate filming us and putting it up for all to see, an example of what real fucking is all about. I wanna whisper our most intimate details to my friends and relive the experience in the telling... feel again some lagging trace. And now, as I relive you, I feel that slow flutter in my belly. I'll resist clenching my cunt for now, but fuck... I am sure when I do I will be sticky with Inspiration.
I can't stop thinking about this morning... and I like that you've been thinking about it too. That was a good one, yes?
Waking up with you is incredible; you're so big, so warm... and if you've stolen the covers or hogged the bed, no part of me can't be covered by you, and there's so much of you to lay on. But waking up with you playing with my already-wet pussy and hissing in my first wakeful breath, confronted with your cock, rock hard for me... There are no words; just drool.
Did we start on the bed? I can't remember... Did I maybe blow you on the bed for a bit? I think I did, cos I was surprised how damn soggy my mouth was for first thing in the morning. Or maybe it was the feel of you like living steel on my tongue; heavy and dense and full of blood; maybe that made my mouth spurt spit? Either way, my mouth did enough in that one slippery minute, cos you told me to get on the floor before I was even getting started. Didn't you...?
Ha! You're gonna miss that noisy, old, broken-down bed when I move, aren't you? Gonna miss ordering me to the floor and watching me bite myself while we fuck, or make love and orgasm in absolute silence...? Gonna miss finding new places to put me when the carpet gets uncomfy? Gonna miss hissing in my ear and gagging me with your hand if I squeak...? (Yep, and there's that clench. Told ya I'd be sticky... wow. Seems my pussy says to say She is gonna miss it.) I love having to be quiet for you. I love that you make me. I've been a good girl, right...?
I have. I know I have. Why else would you order me onto my back with the promise of fucking me, your cock aimed at me like a threat? Fuck, I just remembered the way you slid into me... this morning... Do you? The gasp of surprise when your cock found my hole in that one stab, like they were magnetised. And your moan when you finally let go of that gasp; it was so full of relief, so full of gratitude and appreciation... How could I do anything but hold tight to you and work that glorious cock?
Really. What else could I do?
And that silky cunt that wraps you up, that tight hole with smooth and muscular insides, the one that sweats fuck juice for you every time you get her hot... She worships you. She will take you any way you say and then beg for more. She's addicted to you, insatiable for you... You can fuck her til she is raw and quivering... fuck her til she just can't fuck anymore... In fact, you have... Is it twice now...? Anyway, lucky She's okay with you having some time in my arse while She recovers... Beautiful, generous, kindly cunt... I like sharing her with you.
Cos it's You that makes me whimper, makes me pant and shiver and tingle and squirm... It's You that makes me wet with a knowing hand on my hip, or a gruff grunt, with the warm flood of your scent when You wrap me up and hold me to your chest. It's You that moves your cock inside me, controls that plundering urge that fills your shaft 'til it's so fat it's fit to bursting. And You are so good... so fucking good... (I know you can hear me say that... I know you can.) You allow us to fuck with effortless passion. The way You take my weight, move my body, the places You put my legs...
Like this morning... Me on my back, one leg over your shoulder, the other resting on your arm, my lower back pressed hard into the floor, your weight baring down on me... Your cock slipping in and out of me, stabbing in deep... And the head of your cock worked up against my belly while your shaft I could almost feel in my arse... and all I had to do was meet your thrust with the slightest tilt of my hips and it made all the difference... Remember when I asked you if you could feel that...? And I think you were moaning before I finished asking the question. You felt it... And you feeling it was the thing to throw me over the edge towards an orgasm... Cos when we get that spot, that place that is just perfect for both of us, that makes us moan in time, your cock gets so damn hard, and then that spot feels even better, so then I clench and get all pushy-pussy, pressing into you harder, and then you get all enthusiastic knowing you're close to making me cum, and that fucking kills me cos I adore the effort you put into fucking... and then I just don't think for a bit... And--
I think next thing I was conscious of was my cum coating up your cock with every thrust, the wetness inside me suddenly increased, and oozing out into your balls, the slap of your thrusts sounding sloppier, my pussy starting to slightly squelch, totally open to you, momentarily satiated as the orgasm settles... Then I smell me and groan in my throat. So overt is my tang, so appealing this scented tease of my taste... and I want you in my mouth again. When don't I...? Fuck, I love blowing you.
But more, I love cleaning up that cock after I've cum on it: licking me off your balls where all my juices accumulate and get thick and sticky; tasting myself and noting any differences; getting an idea of what it's like for you going down on me and then wishing like hell I could go down on myself cos your balls taste so fucking good... and meeting your rough cockslap against my cheek with a growl and a grasp, and shoving you into my mouth.. I did try to be quiet, but at least any moans I made as I talked in tongues to your cock were stifled by you trying to fuck my throat. And after you thrust at me for a minute or so, it was all you; skin and sweat and yesterdays jizz; spit slightly salted with thin, drippy precum... The smell of me was all over your crotch (still is now seeing as though you never showered), but my taste was gone. I lost myself in your cock, put my full focus into my mouth. I awoke every tastebud, activated every salivary gland, moved every muscle possible to encourage your cum. I felt you throb encouragingly against my inner cheeks, you knob jammed against the roof, shaft massaged against my tongue as I sucked you in and out of my mouth. I felt that delicious thickening and your fingers suddenly plunged into my hair. I knew I was on the right track. I tightened my lips around you, quickened my pace, spilt some spit down your dick to lubricate the base as I jerked you... Did I go for long...? I was lost 'til you pulled my head back by the hair and stuffed my face back into your balls, this time taking your cock well in hand. If I didn't groan then I am now. I knew...
And what a load... Holy fuck, You are stunning... And I am glad I shut my eyes after I felt that first shot skim through my hair. I had you dripping down my cheeks and off my jaw, could feel you trickle from my temple, back into my hairline, following the trail to my ear... and you got some in my mouth, and I don't mean those final slower eruptions you pressed against my lips... I mean you actually shot into my mouth... It hit the roof and flowed straight down my throat... Could you be any better? And both eyes...? BOTH...???
You Inspire me cos you will cum on my face, and growl at me to suck your balls... You will tell me to 'get the fuck on the floor' and gag me with a hand... You can throw me around and fuck me hard... and you will hold me and rock me gently in your lap, make love to me and kiss me and buy me flowers and chocolates and my own power tools.
You are Inspirational cos you romance me and treat me like a dirty fucking slut. And I love that you run and get me stuff to clean your jizz out of my eyes…
I think everyone should know.
I can't stop thinking about this morning... and I like that you've been thinking about it too. That was a good one, yes?
Waking up with you is incredible; you're so big, so warm... and if you've stolen the covers or hogged the bed, no part of me can't be covered by you, and there's so much of you to lay on. But waking up with you playing with my already-wet pussy and hissing in my first wakeful breath, confronted with your cock, rock hard for me... There are no words; just drool.
Did we start on the bed? I can't remember... Did I maybe blow you on the bed for a bit? I think I did, cos I was surprised how damn soggy my mouth was for first thing in the morning. Or maybe it was the feel of you like living steel on my tongue; heavy and dense and full of blood; maybe that made my mouth spurt spit? Either way, my mouth did enough in that one slippery minute, cos you told me to get on the floor before I was even getting started. Didn't you...?
Ha! You're gonna miss that noisy, old, broken-down bed when I move, aren't you? Gonna miss ordering me to the floor and watching me bite myself while we fuck, or make love and orgasm in absolute silence...? Gonna miss finding new places to put me when the carpet gets uncomfy? Gonna miss hissing in my ear and gagging me with your hand if I squeak...? (Yep, and there's that clench. Told ya I'd be sticky... wow. Seems my pussy says to say She is gonna miss it.) I love having to be quiet for you. I love that you make me. I've been a good girl, right...?
I have. I know I have. Why else would you order me onto my back with the promise of fucking me, your cock aimed at me like a threat? Fuck, I just remembered the way you slid into me... this morning... Do you? The gasp of surprise when your cock found my hole in that one stab, like they were magnetised. And your moan when you finally let go of that gasp; it was so full of relief, so full of gratitude and appreciation... How could I do anything but hold tight to you and work that glorious cock?
Really. What else could I do?
And that silky cunt that wraps you up, that tight hole with smooth and muscular insides, the one that sweats fuck juice for you every time you get her hot... She worships you. She will take you any way you say and then beg for more. She's addicted to you, insatiable for you... You can fuck her til she is raw and quivering... fuck her til she just can't fuck anymore... In fact, you have... Is it twice now...? Anyway, lucky She's okay with you having some time in my arse while She recovers... Beautiful, generous, kindly cunt... I like sharing her with you.
Cos it's You that makes me whimper, makes me pant and shiver and tingle and squirm... It's You that makes me wet with a knowing hand on my hip, or a gruff grunt, with the warm flood of your scent when You wrap me up and hold me to your chest. It's You that moves your cock inside me, controls that plundering urge that fills your shaft 'til it's so fat it's fit to bursting. And You are so good... so fucking good... (I know you can hear me say that... I know you can.) You allow us to fuck with effortless passion. The way You take my weight, move my body, the places You put my legs...
Like this morning... Me on my back, one leg over your shoulder, the other resting on your arm, my lower back pressed hard into the floor, your weight baring down on me... Your cock slipping in and out of me, stabbing in deep... And the head of your cock worked up against my belly while your shaft I could almost feel in my arse... and all I had to do was meet your thrust with the slightest tilt of my hips and it made all the difference... Remember when I asked you if you could feel that...? And I think you were moaning before I finished asking the question. You felt it... And you feeling it was the thing to throw me over the edge towards an orgasm... Cos when we get that spot, that place that is just perfect for both of us, that makes us moan in time, your cock gets so damn hard, and then that spot feels even better, so then I clench and get all pushy-pussy, pressing into you harder, and then you get all enthusiastic knowing you're close to making me cum, and that fucking kills me cos I adore the effort you put into fucking... and then I just don't think for a bit... And--
I think next thing I was conscious of was my cum coating up your cock with every thrust, the wetness inside me suddenly increased, and oozing out into your balls, the slap of your thrusts sounding sloppier, my pussy starting to slightly squelch, totally open to you, momentarily satiated as the orgasm settles... Then I smell me and groan in my throat. So overt is my tang, so appealing this scented tease of my taste... and I want you in my mouth again. When don't I...? Fuck, I love blowing you.
But more, I love cleaning up that cock after I've cum on it: licking me off your balls where all my juices accumulate and get thick and sticky; tasting myself and noting any differences; getting an idea of what it's like for you going down on me and then wishing like hell I could go down on myself cos your balls taste so fucking good... and meeting your rough cockslap against my cheek with a growl and a grasp, and shoving you into my mouth.. I did try to be quiet, but at least any moans I made as I talked in tongues to your cock were stifled by you trying to fuck my throat. And after you thrust at me for a minute or so, it was all you; skin and sweat and yesterdays jizz; spit slightly salted with thin, drippy precum... The smell of me was all over your crotch (still is now seeing as though you never showered), but my taste was gone. I lost myself in your cock, put my full focus into my mouth. I awoke every tastebud, activated every salivary gland, moved every muscle possible to encourage your cum. I felt you throb encouragingly against my inner cheeks, you knob jammed against the roof, shaft massaged against my tongue as I sucked you in and out of my mouth. I felt that delicious thickening and your fingers suddenly plunged into my hair. I knew I was on the right track. I tightened my lips around you, quickened my pace, spilt some spit down your dick to lubricate the base as I jerked you... Did I go for long...? I was lost 'til you pulled my head back by the hair and stuffed my face back into your balls, this time taking your cock well in hand. If I didn't groan then I am now. I knew...
And what a load... Holy fuck, You are stunning... And I am glad I shut my eyes after I felt that first shot skim through my hair. I had you dripping down my cheeks and off my jaw, could feel you trickle from my temple, back into my hairline, following the trail to my ear... and you got some in my mouth, and I don't mean those final slower eruptions you pressed against my lips... I mean you actually shot into my mouth... It hit the roof and flowed straight down my throat... Could you be any better? And both eyes...? BOTH...???
You Inspire me cos you will cum on my face, and growl at me to suck your balls... You will tell me to 'get the fuck on the floor' and gag me with a hand... You can throw me around and fuck me hard... and you will hold me and rock me gently in your lap, make love to me and kiss me and buy me flowers and chocolates and my own power tools.
You are Inspirational cos you romance me and treat me like a dirty fucking slut. And I love that you run and get me stuff to clean your jizz out of my eyes…
I think everyone should know.