If I were less inhibited, I’d ask you to kiss me, on my lips. You don’t need to wonder amor mio, deep down you sense how much I yearn to feel the tip of your nimble tongue dancing with mine, rolling and entangling with mine, simulating what you wish to do to me, what you would do to me with your cock when the doors are closed.If I were not so worried about becoming attached to you, I’d indulge in my curiosity to explore the sexual animal you are, testing your hunger and capacity to fuck me long and hard until I quiver under you, begging you to never release me from your cage of seduction and dominance.
If I were not such a hopelessly romantic at heart, I’d tell you how great I think we’ll be together in bed. Or rather, I’d show
you, by asking you to lay back and just receive the gift of my touch, the sensual energy I pour out to you, as I allow my hands to linger
over your stomach and thighs, teasingly they’d reach for your hard and glistening cock, and you’d finally feel my hands on them. I’d sit next to you and lower my breasts onto your body, so you can feel the weight
of them, how soft they crush against your chest. And your fingers
can feel how wet I am, how ready I am to welcome you inside me.If I were not so afraid of losing what we have now, I’d tell you how
hot and bothered you made me when I fantasize about you, when I
fantasize how you’d throw me down and fuck me selfishly, violently and
passionately. I want you to restrain me, hold my arms above my head
and force me to feel the warmth of your cock sliding on my body, over
my ass, until it slowly and teasingly wiggles around my sex, and I
know it’s just a matter of time before you make a forceful and violent
attempt to slide yourself inside me, taking me by surprise and you’d
yank my hair back, enjoying how much power you have over me,
enjoying how much you know I enjoy being fucked and used by you.
God, I love to really hear what you are saying, but please stop, stop
talking. Can’t you tell I’m distracted, distracted by your cologne
and your scent, by your masculine profile and your raw sexual essence?
Can’t you feel how flushed I am and how much I want you to take me
right here right now, just grab me and know from the devious grin that
this is what I wanted all along.
Oh, I want you to fuck me, make me go wild. Ignite in me, the naughty
girl who is waiting for her prince slamming with a whip and an
insantiable appetite to do it again and again day and nights to no
end, only stopping to feed each other yogurt with our fingers and eat
peanut butter off your body, dripping chocolate syrup onto your cock
and slowly licking it off, letting my tongue run over the edge of your
hard protruding head. And you’d taste my nipples, gently biting it
before going for a blueberry muffin with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.
Did I want some ice cream too? I did didn’t I? Well I can have some
if I act like a good girl, eat your cock like a good girl would, and
stay still while you pound me hard, as I slowly taste vanilla and
maple syrup off your fingers.
Go ahead I dare you, see the capacity I have to accept all the ways
you want claim my body, and take all the ways you will have me,
whether it’s tenderly, sensually, lovingly; or forcefully, madly and
deeply!
Go ahead, show me your mean, angry, spiteful, your happy, cheerful,
optimistic, your crazy, creative, cool. I want to be dirty for you,
be kinky with you, be a slut in front of you, submit completely to you
–so I can be fucked and used by you, in all the ways you always wanted
to express, understanding that each time is different, it’s unique and
it makes our erotic times together interesting and special.
Go ahead I beg you. Take away my inhibitions, my worries and my fears.
Seduce me to accept your loving and powerful ways. Oh I shiver in
anticipation of what you would do to me, on what you could do to make
my tight little body so very happy.