Needing You

Alone. Lonely. Desperate. Needing you.

It's been so long
I miss the physical caresses of another person
I miss kissing
I miss tongues tangling
I miss hands gripping my hair and holding my head in place as my mouth is plundered
I am desperate to feel hands sliding over my body,
possessively running over my skin, my curves.

I want to touch, too
I want to feel five o'clock shadow rasping over my lips
I want to touch a hair-covered chest and kiss and nibble flat male nipples
I want to explore further down
feel a cock growing hard against my hand
as it strains against the fabric of trousers.

I want to feel myself growing wet at the feel of all of this

I get excited thinking about taking a cock in my mouth
The actual act
has me so wet
I soak through my panties
I revel in the feel of the silken skin
covering the head
I taste the salty precum
and I want more.

Soaking wet now,
knowing that you would
do
almost
anything
for me to finish you with my mouth
I want it too
I want to feel you explode in my mouth
as I hear you cry out your ecstasy.

I want to get you hard again
feel you inside me
feel your cock filling and stretching me
Thrusting
over and over as you hold yourself above me
Looking up at you
Seeing the pleasure on your face
I'm sure is matched on my own.

The power and possession of your body as it
pounds
against mine.

And then

ohmygodohmygodohmygod

it's too much I start to cum
my body spasming
squeezing your cock.

You, too, find your release
your cock explodes inside me.
Your cum fills me.
I revel in the idea that your most intimate essence
is now
deep inside my pussy.

I am left aching
desperate
to do the things I imagine

Find a hookup?
The hookup would not be you.
It is you I want.
Your lips against mine
your voice crying out my name
as I make you cum
over and over.

It is your cock
only
that will satisfy me
the way no amount of masturbating can

It is always you
I think of when I cum with my hand,
my toy.

I can't think of anyone else.

You

have captivated me with your words,
your ideas,
your willingness to explore
my secret and taboo desires.
Who else will understand me
as you do?
Who else will be willing
to explore
the most hidden parts of myself with me?

So I sit here
longing for
the realization of you.

Alone. Lonely. Desperate. Needing you.