Doing Things With Skin

I’ve never technically had carnal knowledge of you, and yet, in my mind I experience the ecstasy of you nearly every night. This has been my darkness for many years.

I imagine your body entwined within my own. Your hands have memorized my every sultry curve, your fingertips acknowledge every goose-bump your touch leaves behind.

I have held you in my mouth and felt you quiver beneath the feel of my playful tongue; your hands tangled in my hair while your hips thrust your body, forcing your flesh deeper down my throat. Your moans create a wild hunger within me, causing my desire to please you to drive me. I let my lips dance on the tender flesh within the insides of your thighs. Your muscles contract and relax with each warm breath I exhale on your skin.

I feel your strength lifting me from my knees as you guide me onto your lap. My legs wrap around your waist instinctively and you slip inside with ease. My desire for you has created warm moisture like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Even in my sleep, I awake dripping with desire for you.

As you slide deeper within, I can feel the walls of my vagina grasping onto you, as if with fear that you will pull out. The feeling of you inside of me is more than I can bare, and I orgasm almost instantly. Your lips and tongue dance between my neck and my mouth, our breath rapid together as our motion creates friction and heat between our bodies. Beads of sweat form on your forehead as your eyes hold my gaze. You tell me with your stare that you have wanted me as bad as I have been wanting you. I cum again as you release inside of me, groaning and grinding beneath the gyration of my hips on you lap.

My orgasm awakens me. I open my eyes and you are no longer there. My panties are soaked, my breath shallow, and my body still longing for you.

Fantasy