listen
The sound of your aroused soul echoes through my overly-sensitive, hungry body. The moan rolls down my spine, raising the hairs on the back of my neck, swelling my cock, making your touch almost hurt. The ecstacy
of the tremor of your hard, swollen, drenched clitoris under my touch. The taste of you lingering on my tongue, my own moan twining with yours into a echo, filling the room, filling our bodies, drowning out our thoughts, except of each other. Our need building into delicious crescendo. The shudder rippling through you resonating with my own. The need to orgasm only superseded by the desire to not end and allow the continuation of impossibly heightening crescendo upon it’s own delicious heat. Desire, longing and the hope of forever…
and now miss P repeats it from her own perspective, what a treat to have someone write for me! send me more!:
Took the liberty of amending your story and adding my own take on the situation. Hope you don’t mind …
The sound of your arousal echoes through my overly-sensitive, yearning needful body.
Your moans roll down my spine, raising the hairs on the back of my neck, hardening my nipples, swelling my clit, making your touch, so soft, and sensual, sweet torture, a physical pain, igniting a hunger that consumes and torments.
The tremor of your hard, swollen, cock in my hand, the weight of you as you rise up above me, like a moon orbiting the sun, the taste of you lingering on my tongue, my own moans twining with yours, rending the night air, filling the room, coursing through our bodies, drowning out rational thought, the universe obliterated by this great driving, thrusting, all consuming need.
I am split, rend in two, laid bare, the world forgotten, replaced only by this awareness of you and your painfully slow slippery, thrusting ballet, every nerve and fibre straining, desire building, thrusting, cresting, peaking … your sighs and moans and shudders of pleasure mirrored my own, the yearning for release tempered only by the desire to fuel this fire, and make perpetual this delicious driving heat and friction ….
So much Honey, thanks Miss P
