Desiring and missing him
I felt alone in my life, alone. Or almost. I was missing my lover so much; I have not seen him in a few weeks and all I wanted was some alone time with him. I needed to feel his manly touch, hear his calm voice, see his boyish smile and cuddle in his strong arms.
I was imagining the last time I saw him and his piercing gaze, undressing me with his vicious eyes and his obnoxious smile. He made me blush, and no matter how long I have known him, he always managed to make me blush like the very first time. I could not believe he was in my life, I who had always struggled to meet somebody who was not classic and boring. But I accepted it and I gave myself a chance to enjoy him to the fullest. I gave myself to him. He wanted me and I wanted it. This is my sexual nature, I like to be desired and I give my all to my lover.
Well, too bad for me, I would not be seeing him for another week. I was home alone and it was late. I was completely excited imagining his cock. I took my usual hot evening shower, jumped on my bed, grabbed my dildo, and easily introduced it into my pussy dripping and quivering with desire. I played with my clit with my index finger, slowly at first, then with a faster pace, I went in all directions and pushed my dildo as far as possible inside my pussy. I writhed with pleasure, shivering, sighing, then letting myself scream while enjoying. Had my neighbors heard me?
I had done it like a big slut, I put it everywhere. I had plenty of fingers and my sheets were soaked. I licked my fingers one by one, then my dildo, not to lose a drop of the juice of my pleasure. But I was frustrated, my dildo was not worth a real fuck by him. It had been a few weeks since he had touched me, I needed more, I needed him, and as soon as possible. I had an uncontrollable desire for his cock, taking me, pounding my pussy, stuffing me in all directions. I was in such a state of trance that I would have taken wildly any cock that would have ventured into my slutty mouth at that very moment. But in truth, it was his cock that I longed for, and so badly. The next day, at work, I had trouble concentrating. I only thought about him and, many times during the day, I had to go to the bathroom to calm my wet pussy.
My desire finally came true
A week went by and I was finally seeing him. I could not wait for the evening to come around so I could greet him with my blushing smile. But that day, my excitement suddenly disappeared when I finally saw him. He seemed rather cold and tired that evening, a bit more stressed than usual. I was not sure that my fantasies would have been satisfied that night. I approached him as he was waiting for me at the bar, we kissed and just like that his air of worry and distress disappeared. He was back to his confident and gregarious self, that I admired so much. We exchanged a few words, but the whole time, only one thing occupied my thoughts “Are you ready to fuck me tonight?”. The answer was “Yes”.
We walked into the room and I sat on the couch, he came and sat next to me, and kissed me aggressively while fondling my breasts. He began to kiss, lick, and caress them firmly. It was divine. My nipples swell under his lips and hands, and I waited impatiently for the rest. He laid down on me, very sensually raised his lips and tongue on my chest, my neck, then slipped to my ear: “I want to eat your pussy”. I replied: “Yes, please eat my pussy, it is all wet for you”. I was already wriggling with lust, the desire was rising so much, he had to relieve me.
He removed my little dress and my panties, I laid down, one foot on the couch and the other on the ground, to spread my legs and offer him a perfect view of my dripping pussy. He plunged his tongue on my swollen clit and began to lapper, with little licks hard and fast. He was unleashed and I climbed to heaven. I writhed in all directions, holding back so as not to scream, but the pleasure was so intense that it was almost blatant. He then slipped his tongue into my pussy, very deep and twirled, further and further. He held me firmly by the thighs and pressed me against his face, all inside me. He literally ate me pussy! And I loved that! His nose was crushed on my clit, the pleasure came from everywhere, I continued to moan and finally I came on his face.
He got up, and his eyes became pervert and vicious. I knew he was ready to fuck me. His tongue was wonderful, but me, I wanted his cock. I would not be disappointed. I got up and I laid down on the bed, my buttocks on the edge, and thighs spread as far as possible ready for him, while he undressed. He did not say a word, looked at me coldly, grabbed my thighs and with a sharp blow, plunged his tail all right in my pussy. I uttered a sigh of surprise and pleasure. He was finally inside of me! My excitement tripled, and I had what I deserved. He kissed me like a sick man, which drove each time his cock very deeply in my pussy, as if to punish me for having heated it. He went faster and faster, I was pounded, basted, I had my pussy smashed and stretched! His balls slammed against my butt, as I grabbed him by the shoulders, holding him even tighter.
I wanted a cock and I had it, and not just any, it was my lover’s cock. His excited and condescending look made me cum while, just as wildly, he emptied his balls in me. He slowly withdrew, and with his cum dripping out of my pussy, I caressed my clit to cover myself with him cum. My clit, swollen with excitement a few seconds ago, now burnt in contact with his hot manly juice.
He went back to sit on the couch. His cock all venous and soaked with my juice, began to go limp. I went next to him and I got on all fours on the couch, my butt in the air and legs apart, to feel the hot juice he had spurted on me, and see it run slowly down my thighs, I saw on his penis a drop of forgotten sperm, so I began to give him a few licks to clean every drop. I looked into his eyes and took his cock in the mouth, sucking thoroughly to wake it up. He put a hand on my head, another on my ass dripping. He put his hand between my butt, then slowly on my pussy, stretched in the air to see that I was still excited. He suddenly had gotten up, ordered me to kneel on the floor, grabbed my head with both hands, plunged his now swollen cock at once in the throat.
He had surprised me again and I was wet yet again. His cum still dripping between my legs was now again mixed my juice. He held my head up and started kissing me wildly. It was he who gave the pace, I only had to shut up and suck his cock, which smashed my mouth as wildly that he had exploded my pussy. His cock filled my mouth and I sucked it as fast as I could following the pace he had given me. I felt like a little slut, his sex toy that he longs to satisfy his desire, and that excited me even more. I wanted him to take all me, because I was all his. I suddenly felt his hot and unctuous sperm running down my throat. I would have liked to say to him: “Go ahead, squirt all that you have, send me the juice of your hard cock, I would drink it all!”. But my mouth was still full, so I just swallowed like the good girl that I was.
He sat down again and I laid down on his chest. He passed a hand tenderly in my hair and kissed me on my forehead. I had a spark in my eyes. My wild desire for him was fulfilled. And honestly, it was a desire only he could fulfill.