A Period Of Celibacy

A Celibacy Period.

A celibacy period, brought a fetish to thought, of rubbing my cock between her cheeks so taught. She never knew it, but when I was alone, her panties became sniffits, as I stroked a stiff bone.

I thought about ladies I'd met in a bar, and ate a woman's pussy as we drove in her car. I touched their young legs, their hands in my lap, they brush their breasts hard, on my back, while I clap.

Sitting alone, in car with a camera, not viewing once, an ass filled cabana. I could speak of the times when my gal was fullfilling, her fantasies, fetishes, Damn she was willing.

I've pulled on their hair when my shaft was a piston, when neighbors could only, fantacize while they listen. I've hurt myself fucking, and came to their suckling, I've put myself in them, while a train was unbuckling.

I've found a new method that she coined as the rabbit, she scratched her nails down me, as my cock was still at it. She sat atop tables when the Lady was undressing, tasting her sweetness, as a stripper came confessing.

I've danced with the women, and felt that their grinding, was their effort too bring me, their ass to my finding. Their panties and pussies almost always they were wetting, but the best of love making, was on top my hair sweating.

They'd call me at night time and talk on for hours, told me my fingers, had magical powers. I love the electric feeling, that courses my body, when using some skills, thrusting deep in her body.

To wrap both my arms, underneath her sweet breast, holding her tightly, as I enter her nest. Laying her atop me, as I thrust from below, rubbing her clit, feeling it grow. Too slip between breast and into her lips, too drive my cock deep, while pulling her hips.

The scent of her sweetness is what I behold, when I tease at her nipples, the satin still cold. Going so long without carressing a woman, can drive my dick wild, driving desires for good lovin.

Hugging her closely, her back my chest touching, my lips on her neck, my hips all but bucking. Seeing her dressed in a classy sharp skirt, her nipples revealed in a silken white shirt. Seeing her fingers, digging deep in her muff. Makes me desire, all the nasty, fun stuff.

Hearing her moaning as she's sucking my dick, throating my manhood, feeling her trick. Rubbing her secretly, she knows while she's sleeping, under the sheets, I'm sometimes creeping.

Under her body, grabbing her ass, pumping my seed into a beautiful Lass. Kissing her body, and brushing her hair, finding what makes her, tremble and swear. Watching her bathe, as I blow on the bubbles, laughing while watching, a woman lose troubles.

Why can't we love, in such as this way, when the heartfelt feelings, are ours to such play? Why isn't love, such a great blessing, instead of the efforts, that leave some still guessing?

Take on the goal to be more when you're pleasing, start asking the questions, what pleases when teasing.

(c) Daniel E. Nichols • Aug 29, 2012 1:52:58 PM