It's been a while since I brought you a solo tale to begin the week with but I have decided there is no more time to worry about how shit life is and get back to doing what I do.
Memories, of what we used to have
It
had been so long since we had made love that I had forgotten what
your soft body against mine felt like, yet that didn't stop me
dreaming that, maybe one day, we would fuck again like we had when we
first met, damn those days were good. Morning, noon and night we
would be at it and there was no position, no kink, out of bounds as
we get to know every inch of each others body, intimately. Then, just
like I always seemed to, I fucked up and until those first few weeks
returned I had to make do with my dreams, my fantasies, and my hand.
Thanks
to my stupidity, my paranoia, masturbation was now the only release I
had from the sexual frustration that tore through my body every time
I looked at you, thought of you, heard your soft voice but just the
thoughts of your soft skin, your firm full breasts, your gorgeous
legs and tight shaved pussy always drove me wild with lust and had me
hard within seconds.
Curling
my fist, lightly, around my throbbing shaft I always moved my hand
slowly, at least to begin with, up and down the shaft while letting
my free hand slip between my legs and toy with my tight ass, just
like you always used to do, as I moan your name softly in the hope
that, one of these days you would walk in, catch me and remember how
it used to be between us, hoping that you would stop me and replace
my rough, calloused hand with the delicate softness of yours, but you
never did and my dream always ended the same way, with my body
trembling violently as my thick seed erupted from the small slit in
the end of my cock before splattering down on my chest, leaving me
breathless.
©JSMorbius2013
3 comments:
Fantastic teaser!
Well... I'm pretty happy you decided to do it again... the blog post I mean... althought... I'mpretty happy by the other thing too!
Well it's about time! *wicked grin*
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