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Butterfly Kisses
The butterfly kiss on the back of my calf, the feel of your tongue as it softly slides up the back of my thigh makes me squirm, my pulse race. As you end your kiss with a nibble on my ass, you take my book and throw it to the floor... And when you then come up to lay down beside me to look in my eyes & bend over to place your mouth upon mine I know that I am done reading for quite a while.
You push me over onto my back & unbutton my shirt all the while landing kisses wherever you choose; my neck, the back of my neck, the pulse point under my ear, and I never know where the kisses will land, or if they will be kiss or nibble. You run your fingers all over my breast, underneath them, as your mouth slowly moves down my body. You uncover my breasts, and my nipples are hard already, but you take your sweet time before you take one between your teeth. Gently biting it, sucking it, stroking my belly, occasionally kissing my neck.
You slide off my panties leaving me vulnerable to your gaze, your whims, your desires & your lead. And as your hand slides up and down the inside of my thigh I know that you are going to prolong whatever torture you deem me worthy of. Your mouth is all over now; my breast, my belly, my thighs - your kiss a bit rougher than before. You move down on the bed & spread my legs wide... you place your mouth anywhere except where I want it, need it. Your tongue gently biting the lips so near to where the center of me is. With your fingers you spread my lips & blow... And I am now in a place very far away... Alone with the exception of your desire. I hold my breath, waiting for the kiss, the lick that will never come... because you are no longer between my thighs... you are next to me… kissing my mouth.
I am now shivering from the night air & I feel very vulnerable. You look at me and I see your eyes but do not comprehend what is in them… As I am looking at you I can not form any coherent thoughts as you slide your finger into me... You are chuckling to yourself at the extreme wetness of me. At last I can form a thought, thanking God he is going to end this soon. But no you are not… You remove your finger and spread my juices all over my lips, watching me for signs of withdrawing - but you would never let me. I learned that long ago. As you lick my wetness from my mouth you then slide your finger in slow circles all over my clit & my body reacts so very violently that my hips come up in the air and I am moaning and coming, and it seems to me it is getting stronger and that it never will stop. It is at that moment my heart should explode. Without ever taking your hand away, even when I am begging you to, you immediately get between my legs and throw them around your back and enter me, Hard, fast & rough. Gone is the gentle lover - replaced by something more. More primitive, passionate & demanding. You are not merely fucking me hard to satisfy me, or even to finally take care of your need, no, you are slamming into me to relay to both of us what we already know: I am owned. Body and soul... by you. And as I see in your eyes the final stages of this thrilling moment... I wake up…
Body sensitive, wetness all over my thighs, near tears for I know that even if you somewhere know that you own me... you will never take, and have never taken, the time to give to me anymore then any average husband or man out there can give. And I take them; these acts of fast and mindless fuck sessions. I take them because I love you, because my body has been trained by you to think dirty thoughts and to find my fulfillment quickly without any monotonous chore taking on your part. I don’t mind, really. But I will never share with you these dreams of mine, because when I have tried I have been accused of criticizing your sexual prowess. Your manhood. And no matter how I try I can’t explain to you that your looks, your hands, your body & your dominance make my knees so weak I could cry. I am standing here begging you from within my heart to take what I am offering you, what I need.
I have tried to tell you that if you were as into me, as a woman, I would show you how into you I am. And then those whore, fast fuck, blow me sessions would be so much more. How do you explain to a man that if they spent as much time on us women, us being way more sexual animals than their simple man dreams could ever imagine, as they do on a sports game or looking at new cars, then their world would be way more fulfilling. Think about it... if we were happy and satisfied then wouldn't their everyday lives would be so much more? In the meantime... I have my dreams, my fantasies, that I concoct every night before I sleep, and I will of course continue to blow you & bend over for you when you need it. I don’t mind being your whore; just don’t mind when you can’t figure me out, or when I fly off the handle at you for leaving your socks around. As boxed in as you feel by life... I am too.
And no I don’t think of that dark, exciting guy that lives upstairs from us when we have sex, really.
Love,
Rosie
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