i’m feeling like i need you. i’m feeling like i’m craving every inch of you from top to bottom. i’m feeling like you’re my only ****** desire right now. i want you. i want your weight pressed against mine, i want a trail of soft kisses on my skin leading down my body. and when you come across my neck, stay there for awhile...there’ll be no need to rush this time; i’m not going anywhere. bury your face into the side of my neck and let your tongue run mad. **** it, lick it, bite it. and don’t stop until you’ve left your mark on me. my eyes will flutter to the back of my head, my hands will wave frantic, not knowing where to place themselves simply because the feeling you’ll be giving me will be so pleasurable. tilt your head so that your ear is by my lips; i’d want you to hear each moan become more shaken, more intense, louder. and when you’ve finished with that & left me with nothing but a puddle between my legs, gently take my face and kiss me. kiss me like you’ve been wanting me to shut up for the past 10 years. leave my lips smooth from your rough lip bites, french kiss me as if you and i were made in paris. i’d challenge you to a twirl session, your tongue battling mine and let’s see if you could keep up. kiss me passionately but aggressively, kiss me so good that you make me forget about everything other than that very moment. i’d want you to ever so slickly slide your hand from my face down to the inside of my thighs and began to rub on me, rhythmically. i want you to feel up on me and kiss me at the same time. when i feel that the time is right i’ll guide your hand to the center of my body, a gesture i’ve been yearning for at this point. immediately, you’d feel the heat from inside my pants and can’t resist rubbing my **** in an upward downward motion. not too soft, yet not too rough. then circular, counter-clockwise and all that. you’d slid from irresistible lips back down to my neck intentionally wanting to hear me moan and gasp your name, once more. lower and lower i’ll feel your fingers crawl before i gasp out. you’re in me. my temptation has now become my reality. i’d feel the pressure down below, as you’d feel my warmth, my wetness. that repeating squish sound will make you whisper out, “ *******’re so wet” and then my favorite line, “*** for me”. your fingers will be magical and you’d pleasure me gently as if i’m new to this. i won’t be able to take it anymore.. pleasure too quickly will become teasing and torture. “**** me” i’ll let out in one breath hastily. you’ll most likely say something promiscuous, which will turn me on even more. typically, i’d have you devour this ***** but i’m more impatient this time than usual. the only thing i could think of, the only thing that’ll give me that feeling of extreme satisfaction is, you in my guts. you’ll be harder than a brick and just as eager as me. your eyes stay on mine as i feel your **** rubbing against my lips until...you’ve slid in. grabbing onto you, your arms, is my first reaction. with each ******, i feel myself expand and contract more and more. the tip of your **** hitting against my ***** walls allows my body to self-lubricate, wetter and wetter. i look up at you, my mouth open still in shock and my moans echoing where ever it is that we might be. your occasional “yeah you like that ****?” “***** good as ****” “shittttt” keeps my focus on you and you alone. i rub my **** while you caress my belly, my *******, arms and legs. turning a bit onto my side, you stay close behind and penetrate me from a different angle yet the feeling remains just as sensational. i cream all over you right before you take yourself out of me slowly and head to my mouth, so that i taste the both of us...a little salty, a little sweet. it’s a distinct taste. placing your hand lightly over my head, you slide it slow down the back of my throat and exhale unsteadily as your eyes close. i am pleased with the fact that i can please you in return. my mouth is full of saliva, warm and wet and covers every inch of your manhood. you take advantage of my not having a gag reflex and let out an alarmed sounding “i’m bout to ***..” and came you did.

- d.berry