I have been thinking a lot about sex over the last few months and my passion for it. Here are a collection of thoughts and feelings I have jotted down. Enjoy!
title: On the towel
I unzip my pants, flop out my cock and grasp it. I close my eyes and think of nothing. I don’t want my head anywhere else but here enjoying myself. This focus, this energy makes me feel it all. In control.
I take my time, speed up, slow down, I want to feel it all. As I get closer to cumming I can feel it build. And flow out of me, on the towel over my lap.
Today I went for my morning swim. It was such a sunny day. Rode my bike through the backstreets to get there. Feeling the breeze.
Changing rooms, smell of bodies. I take my shirt of, shorts and jocks. Then put on my bathers.
I walk to the edge of the pool dive in. Lap after lap. Thankfully the pool is heated. After some time I notice a girl in the next lane looking at me, her head above water, our eyes meeting as we swim past each other from opposite ends of the pool.
Blonde, white skin, tanned and fit. I think about her thighs.
My swim has finished, I can swim no more. I push myself up onto the ledge with my hands, water dripping from my body. She stops and stands in the next lane. Blue flowery bikini. That body. I know she wants me to talk to her.
“Hi” I say
“I don”t think I can swim anymore, though I do love a morning swim….”
She turns to me. Those eyes looking up at me. I want to cum between those thighs.
We sit on the couch, you climb onto me.
The room begins to crowd around us,
I stare at your tits,
They bulge and expand in your chest, pressing hard against your blouse,
You hold my shirt,
Gripped with fear, pleasure and pain.
When I think of you, I want to come
Hard, so much pressure
body sags, all draining towards my cock
Like a tube of toothpaste, covering you
Both savoring the moment, As I empty and you fill
When I think of you, I want to come.
I’ve been waiting for you all afternoon
thick in my jeans
meeting later tonight
excitement making me shake
Make you beg
take all my agony
make it flow.
I like to read these stories sometimes when I am home alone and in the mood. porn as therapy
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Wow. I feel like I need to smoke a cigarette!
Yey! happy feelings floating your way 🙂
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