Distance

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Musings on missing my boyfriend.
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I want to be on my knees in front of you right now, your cock shoved down my throat
your hands in my hair, pulling me back and forth along your shaft
swirling my tongue around your tip when i can
my lips wrapped tight around you, suckling you until they tingle
completely focused on what i'm doing, on when I can breathe, on not gagging
loving the fullness of your member in my mouth
the taste of you
the way you feel on my tongue
Looking up at you to see your head tilted back in pleasure
the smooth lines of your body along with your gasps turning me on even more
Or
I want my hands tied above my head,
vulnerable, defenseless as you pound deep into me
our bodies fitting together like two perfect puzzle pieces
your moans in my ear
the way you grab my legs and lift me higher to hit that sweet spot
or play with my nipples, twisting them and rolling them in your fingers,
making me even wetter around you.
That deep, blissful bite on my neck as you come undone between my legs.

Why do you have to be so far away?

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StrappySandalsStrappySandalsover 1 year ago

I'm not too much into poetry, but yours is compelling!!! You are interesting!

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