To paraphrase Katy Perry -
I fucked a girl
and I
more than liked it.
I'm starry-eyed,
can't remember why I was so fascinated with dicks
for so damn long.
Skin so smooth
kisses so...delicate.
Her passion for me?
wilder than the ocean on a March day
raw, but sweet and soft and warm and welcoming
pleasure
Don't worry, dicks, I'll be back. You're my first and forever love.
But this....this was like a rainbow bathing my clit......
***** explicit ******
I've been craving the taste of your cock -
Picture perfect, lickable...
I just slid fingers into wetness and imagined it for rather long, quietly moaning moments, actually... And I'm ready for more. Maybe I could straddle your lap, in that long flowing dress... I like wearing tall heels, they make my legs look long and fierce. But they'd be lost under that skirt... Sitting there, unwittingly, you smile in my direction. I smile back, mischief surging through me.... I'm straddling you before you can blink, worried about the crowd around us. I grind against you, slowly at first. You swallow hard and grip my hips, always on alert for her eagle eye. Fingers probing for panty lines... Finding none, the fabric bunched in your hands, I am wet against your bulging jeans. I lean in and whisper against your ear, cleavage close enough to lick, but you are frozen in place. "Come on..." I say. "Just slide one hand under my skirt... No one will notice..." I made sure she was detained far from our view... Your grip tightens and I bite my lower lip, arching my back a little, as I rub against your achingly hard cock. I pull my skirt up to my thigh, press my face to your neck, "Please?" I'm panting, just a little, almost a whine. You let out a shaky breath and loosen your grip.... Fingers finding their way to wetness... (Like mine are now... Fuck....) I reach under my skirt and pull down your zipper. Your eyes widen, casting about for anyone who might notice us - you're certain we are a spectacle.... Your heart races. Nobody sees us, they all focus on their own conversations, their own insecurities, lost in the thick hum of voices and music. With a throaty sigh I release your cock from its denim bindings and lift slightly to press you inside my wet warmth. Lips parted, eyes closing, my head falls back as I ride you in shallow rhythm, barely perceptible to the casual observer. Your eyes water from the pain of delayed pleasure, cock so deeply enveloped in my slick grip, but unable to thrust with the speed of chasing an orgasm.... (Fuck, I'm nearly cumming and I haven't touched myself since the beginning.... I can feel the suspense....) Just one deep thrust, and quick withdrawal, and once more - in so deep your fingers leave bruises as you pull me into you, you forget your surroundings and wail in release as you fill me with thick ropes...
