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Click hereI miss you.
I miss you coming in my room in the dead of night.
I miss your hands, your thighs, your lips, your taste.
I lay there with bated breath as the sensations of love and lust take me to places unseen.
I miss you.
I miss your musty scent, of heat and sweat – passion burning bright.
I miss your fire igniting mine, making my pussy burn and secrete the sweetest of all juices.
Our sex surrounding us in aromatic blends.
I miss the boldness of your hand exploring places known only to me.
I miss my body losing control with each unexpected sensation
each roll of desire
each constriction …
one
two
three
… of my pussy – deep, so deep,deep inside.
I miss your heat, surrounding me with warmth and love.
I miss your mouth, sipping my curves, delicious as they are
licking me
bathing me
cooling my heated skin.
I miss you.
I miss your hardness – how you filled me deep.
Deeper than anyone else.
I miss your stamina – how you ride.
Finding that spot hidden inside.
That spot that always makes me cry.
So sweet
So good
So real.
Ohhhh. Make me cry.
I miss gripping you between my thighs.
I miss locking you inside, until you can no longer move.
Until every breath you breathe has you sliding in deeper than before.
I miss you.
I miss sinking my teeth in your taut flesh as your cock claims my body.
Over and over, brutal in it’s claiming of me.
In its mastery of my pleasure.
I miss the rhythm and the dance.
Watching you move as you control me.
Own me.
Ruling and rocking my world.
I miss you.
My boo.
Where have you gone?
Where have you been?
Is she like me? This new one?
This girl, this woman, this child who holds you so close?
Who is this one you now claim, as you once claimed me?
Was it her scent that made you leave?
Was it her smile, or touch?
Was the softest of her curves more luscious than mine?
Does she leave you sedated and cradles you when you fall?
Is her body warmer?
Softer?
Taster?
More eager for your touch?
Why?
I miss you.
Why aren’t you missing me?
You are talented... this was beautiful and glorious...
Please write more.
Beautifully written! I felt the end deeply, my beautiful girl left me a little over a month ago...OK fine. One month, three days, and five hours ago. The silence is fucking deafening...i'm miserable. Like you, i wonder why, why i wasn't good enough? What did i do wrong, did i love her too much? Why she wouldn't fight for us?!?! :( Being sad SUCKS! :(
Love and Peace to you my dear, thanks for the validation. :)
Amazing, And the beauty is i might be goiing to remember this poem, if i dont end up with someone. Hope i Dont.