“Have you ever done anything like this before?”
Lie?
Or
Lay back?
Perhaps you mean when our eyes meet. I gag waiting for you to break…
me…
Split open these legs and feast. Coat your lips with feminine flavor. Crush me under the weight of desire. Fill me. Leave no part of my mind coherent. Rather let me be conscious only of cooling sweat, lingering soreness and the aching memory of ecstasy.
Anything like this?
Only in the act. Other men remember my breasts above them. The nipples between fingers as I journey toward an evasive peak. But never this fury. My palm between your teeth, the pounding of a painted headboard failing to disguise gutteral-
vulgar-
moans.
Never like this…
Wet so freely. Cumming so quickly. Begging so openly for shame-ridden fantasies.
God just like this!
What am I to you- a fetish in human form. We imagine others. Someone beyond your calloused grip and my wicked tongue.
I offer succour on arms and knees. My face down and ass high.
A position I’ve held many times before.
But no…
Nothing like this.
