this was so often her favorite position
when her body ached with the fever
of wanting him near
and of wanting him so deep inside her
just like this
with lacy things at half mast
she taunted herself
imagining him right there in the room
whispering to her
taunting her with raw promises
and flush-producing threats
telling her he loved the nasty sweet dirty girl she was
and that her dirty girl was his and only his
she could feel his breath on her swollen slicked labia
she could feel his teeth nibbling her thighs
and his hand swatting her sweet hot ass mounds
she could hear his growl demanding her not to cum yet
as her body teetered right on the edge
then she would hear her own shivering whisper of a plea
asking him, “may I?”
and when he would say finally
“you may now, my dirty beautiful girl”
she screamed her bliss
in the the blushing comforter
and panted his blessed name again and again
until she collapsed
her fingers still buried inside her pulsating pelvis
and it felt so real
that she was always somehow surprised
that she was indeed alone
when once she could see again
(via theladycheeky)
