I don’t want pretty words or sweet kisses.
Just fuck me like your soul is at stake.
Rip my clothes, bruise my thighs.
Pin me to the floor and take what you want.
Let me invade your mind with a whisper. I want to tell you what the thought of you does to me. How in the midst of my day, I stop, frozen with the thought of kissing you. Just kissing. My knees go weak, and I can feel my pussy get wet. Don’t you want to kiss me? Don’t you want to feel my body go pliant against yours? Don’t you want to pin me to the wall and devour me?
I’ll whisper in your ear while we are at dinner about how much I want your hands on me. Tucking my hair behind my ear. Resting at the small of my back as we walk. Pulling me into your body. Tugging at my clothes so you can get to my skin. I want you to pinch my nipples, slap my ass, trace the lips of my pussy before your fingers plunge inside. I want to taste myself off your fingers. I want your hand on my head, guiding me to your cock.
Your cock. I want to be on my knees, licking from your balls to the tip. I want to make you groan in pleasure, dig my nails into your tense thighs. Tell me how good it feels, exactly where you want my lips and tongue. Tell me how to please you in explicit filthy detail.
I want to call you, my voice in your ear while my fingers are between my thighs. Let me tell you how wet I am, how much I ache. How I’ve been thinking about the next time we fuck. I want your head between my thighs, your face coated in my juices while your hands hold my hips. I want to grip the sheets in my fist while I cry out in pleasure. Then I want your cock deep inside me. Let me wrap my thighs around your waist and pull you as close to me as possible. Listen to me as I cum for you over the phone.
Fuck me hard and fast. Stare into my eyes as you stretch me. Grab my throat and tell me how good my wet pussy feels as I cum on your cock. Sink your teeth into my neck and take me. Make me beg you to fuck me harder, deeper, don’t stop, I want my pussy dripping with your cum.
Let me tell you every dirty thought that crosses my mind, the perversions I daydream about. I want to watch you react to my dirty little mouth.
I know exactly how he likes his cock sucked. I know when to go slow, when to speed up, when to lick, when to suck. I can read the tensing of his muscles, the change in his breathing, the urgency of his hands in my hair. He loves to have my lips wrapped around his shaft, feel the vibrations of my moans. I feel my most powerful when he cums in my mouth, when he is shaking and gasping from pleasure.
What I want is to see another woman go down on him. I want to lay next to them and watch as she gives him the pleasure I usually do. I want to watch his face while she works her special blend of magic on his cock. To see his body tense and relax. I wonder what her face will look like, if she will feel the same power that I do with his cock in her mouth.
Maybe I will slip down the bed, lay next to her and slide my fingers between her thighs. Tracing her wet folds while I whisper words of encouragement in her ear. Look up at him and tell him how wet she is, how much she is enjoying this. Then again, maybe I will tell him to hurry up and cum, I want her talented mouth between my thighs.
Or I will just lay beside them, my fingers between my own thighs, teasing my clit, fucking myself with a toy while he fucks her mouth and cums down her throat. Hoping she will cover my body with hers, kiss me with her mouth open so I can taste him on her tongue.