When You Should Think About My Tight Pussy

How it leaves you wanton waiting for more

“Think about my tight pussy.”

It’s something said as a jest. A light-hearted goodbye as I leave your hard-on in the car.

I want you to think about it though. The residual taste being left on your beard. It clings to your hairs and I know you can still smell me after the fact. The musky aroma of my sex mixed with a slight sweetness. How I still have your flavor attached to my lips from making sure I get every little last drop of your essential essence.

Imagine the warmth of it as it surrounds your dick so perfectly. How it hugs your length, your girth, so perfectly. I want you to think about what I replay over and over again. Wet your lips just imagining having me yet again. I will make sure to saunter, sashay my ass up those stairs for your eyes alone.

There’s that first, essential, amazing push inside me. Where your hands push my ankles near my ears. I willingly part my legs for you as far as I can. Turn me into that demented, delicious, contorted pretzel for your consumption. I’m salty and sweat, with just the right amount of heat. That spiciness of being a fiery, insatiable, stubborn and deliciously damning woman.

“You’re so terrible.”

You whisper. Your dick twitches against the zipper of your jeans. If it could burst forth from the imagined thoughts alone it would. It begs for release. Wanting, desiring, needing to have me. I try to banish thoughts of your breath, scent, skin, and overall presence as I dive deep into my work week.

Sometimes it’s possible. Lately it’s been improbable, especially when my work week is ending. I can feel you again. How you penetrate me and leave me screaming for more.

It’s not just the culmination of your thrusts within me. It’s your kiss I crave. Those lips so divinely, devotedly devouring mine. How you fucking kiss me leaves me breathless, gasping, moaning, twisting to deepen our tongues. I hold my breath because I’m afraid something that feels so delicious can’t possibly be real.

You kiss me as you fuck me. It is so blissful, sinful, right and terrible all in one. Sometimes I can’t keep kissing you…