Writing My Wrongs

Are you conquering fortresses and building castles?

I think back *as you knew I would, you bastard* of times you hauled me up and slammed me against the wall.....pushing, grinding, gyrating your hips, melding them into mine. We became one many nights...saying things that were whispered away with the dawn of daybreak. I rememeber you spreading my cheeks...handful of flesh...kneading my ass and...needing my ass! Your finger ever so slyly moving closer and closer to a place... {at the right time....} was taboo for me. The sucking noise of my breast and your chest as we separate and then come back together. Sweat...wet...make noises ...that... heard from the otherside of a door.... lets them in on what the fuck is happening on the otherside. Slapping of thighs, sucking and slurping...those are the sounds that.... we made.

Today I was daydreaming *as you knew I would, you bastard!* of having your tongue
in
my
ass...
making it's way around to the front...
to suck
on
my clit...
and the way you ran your tongue around the outside and inside of my lips....
I feel
your tastbuds...
it's erotic.

You had me bouncing, dancing, riding you all over the room
the house
holding on to your strong neck...
you
were
my
thorough-bred
my stallion.
I rode you hard and you...
served me well.

Breaking coffee tables and falling shower curtains....wet floors and rug burns on my knees...falling off beds and sitting on bathroom sinks...Your dangerous...almost hazardous...you scare me...and it kills me to think...that THAT slightly... turns me on. Everything about you turns me on... I couldn't answer the phone today.... was scared...I'd leave my shit behind...and take a flight back home....just so I could hear you say "Hey sweet thang..." ...in person....up close...like you use to whisper to my pussy before you.....

Happy Valentine's to you too my California Lovin'....

Building castles
Conquering fortresses.

*as you knew I would, you bastard*