Blue

Blue is my favorite color, inside the black and white.
Patrolling my thoughts, speeding through my mind.
"What are your fantasies?" Starts it all.
Pandora’s box opens, I don’t know where this will go,
Sirens in my head become silent.
A new world , sharing, creating new fantasies filled with voyeurs, and drive by’s
The possibilities seem endless,
Threesomes in Palm Springs.
Everywhere I see blue inside the black and white.
His texts turn me on, coaxing me to play, taking me to hot places I have never been.
I cum and cum as he tells me to, he wants to hear me.
My fingers work frantically as if they belong to him.
My dildo inside me, fucking me as he would.
Riding it up and down, I can almost see his face as I cum.
And then he calls, in the midst of it all.
His deep voice sends me over the edge, I pant, moan, then I scream “Fuuck!”
I hear his breathing, heavy, as he strokes his hard cock, I see it oiled up in a picture, the mushroom shaped head, so daunting. Each vein swollen, his long shaft teases me, my pussy swells, aching for what I see.
If he only knew how easy it would be to have my mouth, my tits, my pussy, adorn his manhood.
At home I see blue inside the black and white.

My mind continues on, my lust, my wanting grows, each day brings new excitement.
I send him pictures of my tits, my nipples hard. They long for his mouth.
I send him pictures of my clean shaved pussy, wet and ready for his tongue.
Like a drug, in a fog, of sex,
All I see is blue inside the black and white

I awake in the middle of the night thinking about fucking him
His large hands squeeze my tits, while his tongue teases them
He bends me over, a fist full of hair, my hips thrust back and his rod penetrates me from behind
My tits sway with each thrust, I moan louder and louder, “ fuck me, yes, yes”,
I can’t get enough of this,I want more.
More blue inside the black and white.

Suddenly he stops, he starts and stops again,
Circling back around for me, patrolling, watching from afar.
I feel his eyes but I can’t see him anymore. He’s gone, off to another,
The guilt will last for a while,
Soon it will be replaced with longing.
The boredom sets in once again, this white bland world we exist,
Wanting red, hot, wet and slick,
Life goes on, yet in the background I still see blue inside the black and white.