I used to write out my sexual fantasies to cope with not having them come true.
I'm alone in my room, and I'm lost in my thoughts. My head is misty and clouded. When I'm laying on my back looking up at the ceiling, a familiar feeling creeps into my lower stomach. If I close my eyes, I can feel you running your fingers up my thighs. I can feel myself clenching tightly, holding back all the wetness trying to escape me. If I tilt my knees up and spread them apart, I can feel you sliding between me, rubbing it across my lips and staring into the depths of my soul. She's pulsating now, and the discomfort of my clothes are baring her. I could cum now from the firm strokes on my clit, but I know to wait for your command. You grip me by my ankles and pull me to the edge of the bed. You slowly lift my legs up and reach around my waist to slide my pants up -only to my knees. my knees together up to my chest with your hands. "Keep them there" My flesh exposed to cold air. Exposed solely for you to gaze your eyes over me and do what you please. You drop to your knees as my head tilts back. Your hands gripped hard onto my thighs in the slightest of pain. I can feel your tongue caress the inner portion of my thigh moving closer to my opening. "Who's pussy is this" It's not a question, but reassurance. Reassuring me that only he can do these things to me.. "yours" His mouth quickly placed over my clit as he slowly licks only to listen to my moans and my cries. My clit closed between his lips being slightly sucked and kissed over and over. I can feel myself dripping. He holds heaven in his mouth. He stops. Comes up to his feet and releases the rest of my legs from my pants. Legs still slightly up but spread open to see him reach in his pants and whip out every inch of his glory. "Don't run from me, understand" I nod in agreement.