Reaching You

Today was a bit gloomy, cold enough to bring us to the living room couch where we snuggled in front of a fire. Your breaths evened until they became soft huffs on the back of my neck. It’s so peaceful and comfortable here, wrapped in your arms. The flames cast a glow in the dark, beckoning with the gentle cracks of embers, lulling me into sleep. I embrace it, letting myself sink into the curve of your body pressed up against mine.

I move to adjust myself, shifting further back into you, careful as I slide further down into embrace with your now level with my chest. You groan out loud at the disturbance, but I think it is far from an annoyance at the sudden pressure at my backside. 

“I don’t mind this one bit,” you say, pawing my now accessible chest. The sweater I have on strains with the pulling. I rather brace the cold than have you ruin it, and swiftly pull it off to be left in my black, lacy bra. 

“Then you really won’t mind if I just take my favorite sweater off. You better keep me warm.” 

“As you wish, baby,” hot and wet kisses trail down my neck, leaving with me the cool sensation. I want to complain, but you begin to suck the tender spots and the will to protest vanishes. Anything is okay as long as you keep using your mouth like that, biting and nipping everywhere. 

I love everything you do, but I love the way you take your time. Everything is slow and deliberate. The way you slide my pants off and kiss me. Our tongues meet, and I can’t resist sucking on yours, it’s delicious. I want to taste every part of you and fight for the opportunity to make you feel just as good as you make me feel. 

Breaking away, I place open kisses along your jaw until I reach your neck. My hand’s are everywhere, gripping your hair, taking off your pants, and gently touching the object of my desire. Your length is fully erect, and I feel the desperation building. You go fully rigid in the palm of my hand, as I climb onto my knees. I take off my bra quickly, and only spare enough time to let you sit properly before my mouth is fully encasing your dick. Your fullness stretches my lips and cheeks as I salivate all over you from the excitement and intoxicating pleasure of servicing you in the way only I can. It makes me so happy knowing you enjoy my tongue stroking you from tip to base over and over, increasing pressure every time. I suck contentedly, finally using my hands to heighten the sensations that make you grab my hair and squeeze on the tendrils. It makes everything all the better, your hiss sounds like gold to me. 

“Just like that baby, you’re so perfect.” I know it drives you crazy, the way I frantically slurp, suck up, and eat every bit of precum that deigns to seep from your lovely member. The encouragement almost leaves me dizzy, and the wetness between my legs is excruciating. I can’t hold back the moan that tears from my throat onto your length, proving to be the last straw for you. 

Gently tugging me back, you join me on the floor, unrelenting and decisive. I’m immediately and fervently fucked into the floor before I choose a position that leaves us both desperate seeking release. 

I’m leaning against the couch, waiting for you to fill me completely from behind. The wait is unbearable and I find myself shifting further backwards when your hand gently pats my backside. I know immediately what it means, anticipating what’s to come. 

Smack. I bite my lip to keep any noise from escaping me, but the next smack holds no quarter for me, and I break easily. I cry out in traitorous rapture, feeling the tightness in my center building rapidly. 

Instead of another smack, you enter me again with full force, pounding me until all I can do is bite down and hold on when I finally feel that sweet rush of release. My pulse, our breath is pounding in my ear as you find your orgasm shortly after, your cum shooting in spurts until I’m full. It feels so satisfying, perfect, in every single way. 

You brush my hair away, placing a tender kiss on my back.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Completely spent, we crash to the floor, falling into a truly deep slumber. 

I wrote this while listening to "Amor A La Mexicana" by Thalia, the phenomenal Queen of Latin Pop. She is my inspiration for this writing. 

Some lyrics of the song for you: 

I do not want compassion

I do not want pity 

I want a hard love that can make me tremble

I want your flavor 

I want your sweat

I want your lunacy to make me delirious

Let me know what you think :)

Could I hear your voice again?

How I love to hear the sweet undulations of your voice as I lay near

Eyes closed and breaths deep, I had found the epitome of relaxation

Now, I realize it was all too fleeting

What I would give to feel your sound again

Something different and more personal. I’ll post an NSFW next time to make up for this ;)

Many thanks to Alex’sescape for encouraging me to post this, definitely a great writer I hope to learn more from!

I want to see you, touch you.

If you let me within your reach, I’ll be good.

I can sit, wait for you eagerly in that outfit you like so much if you promise to give me a taste.

I’m even dressed up right now, sitting just where I should be, thinking about you and barely containing myself while you’re away. I should wait but I can’t, and I’m already writhing, the fabric of my clothes rubbing on me as I try to feel something, anything on me. Wishing for you to be inside me, fucking me hard.

In my mind, I imagine you taking my face, forcing me to look at you. I can have permission to touch myself, permission to satiate the burning ache between my legs. Slowly, ever so slowly, I guide one hand to my pussy and one to my chest, enjoying the feeling of fingers on my skin, wanting nothing more than your big, rough hands to grab, squeeze, pinch all over me to your heart’s content as I’m your willing plaything.

But you’re not here, and you don’t know what I’m doing… it’s ok if I just play with myself a little bit… if you never find out. It’s just me here, missing every part of you, slipping my fingers barely past my underwear so I can feel the slick heat and rub it into my skin. It feels so good, I can’t help but moan out loud.

Hopefully no one else can hear me, since the windows might be open. The worry doesn’t stop my breathing from becoming more heavy. The sticky wetness coats my fingers. I’m spreading it across them, over my skin, teasing like you would. I could orgasm just like this, simply playing with myself, only you mind. But that would be too quick, too easy.

I need your hands and your words, and I believe I can simulate it enough even if it’s not the same at all. But not that demanding tone, that deep voice. 

I scratch lightly over the underwear in that spot where it feels so good, not entirely committing to letting myself feel good just yet. Wiggling just enough to feel the slight shift of fabric against me coupled with alternating light rubbing sends overwhelming pleasure through me. I tease myself again and again mercilessly, biting my lip imaging your hard cock and what I want it to do to me right this instant. I’m shuddering, feeling my heart racing, there’s only me and my dark necessity. I rock myself against my fingers, immediately pinching my nipples for the sudden euphoric pressure and sensitivity.

I’m definitely greedy, now panting and suddenly the pleasure is striking every nerve in my body as I shove three fingers tightly against my clothed hole, stimulating my entrance just barely, as if they will penetrate somehow.

I quickly pull my panties aside, touching my bare clit for the first time, once again, imagining your thick, coarse fingers against my soaked entrance. I can’t hold back the impatience any longer. Done playing with my tits, my other hand wraps around my throat, squeezing comfortably until my orgasm breaks me in my desperate unrelenting fantasy, letting out a final groan of pleasure as I sit in the mess I’ve surely made of my clothes and hand.

I’m definitely in trouble if he ever finds out.

And maybe that trouble is just what I’m looking for.

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Hello, this is my first go at this… let me know your thoughts! I’ll take any constructive criticism. Anyone else like Red Hot Chili Peppers? I might be interested in audio recordings if this turns out to be good. I was honestly inspired by another blogger on here.. haha. It’s good to see other people going for these hobbies :)