Chocolate Wine – Tasty Tuesday
It’s been a minute since I had a sip. I lean on the memories. Night shaded in black and white. Tantric touches, soft licks, deep penetration. Seems unfair to go so long without something so good.I wait patiently for the moment to enjoy his phallus pressed softly against my ass. Slow grinds against my backside were always a sneak preview of what was next.
Fingers in my hair, massaging my scalp. The anticipation was orgasmic alone. He always knew how to get me right there, then send me over the top. I close my eyes and still feel his touch. Almost like last night. His breath on my neck.
So sensual.
Wanting him to indulge in my lips, I’d turn to face him. Our lips whisk past one another.
So innocent.
My hands caress his head. Wish he knew how much I wanted him. Wanted all of him, everyday, forever. How can one play sensuality so cool? Something I mastered. Give just the much he needs, never asking if he wants more..
So selfless.
Put my heart aside to indulge in the flesh. No emotional ties. Fingertips on my thighs help me forget. Slow rubs on my clit take my mind off the thoughts. A medium-hard thrust and my mind is blank. Living in the moment. Cognizant of our bodies. Rhythmic motions, releasing bottled up tension. Sheets creating a cloud of dream coupled with the reality of my actions.
I release without regard or reserve. Moment of separation occur and we reconnect under the sheets to relish in the highness of the sex.
It’s been a minute…maybe even longer, but the shaded memories of black and white seem to be just enough to satisfy what I really crave.
VaughnySweet
