My porn watching goes in waves. Sometimes I will get wrapped up in it, but lately I have not used it all. It has been quite sometime even, but this doesn’t mean I stopped fucking myself.

Lately I have been playing music and drifting away into thoughts of fucking certain men, it is not the same one each time. I focus on one and evolve that fantasy with that one until the end of the orgasm.

It has been the man I just fucked, rolling back into my memory, the way his hands wrapped around my throat right before I was about to cum, the way his terrifically solid beam was filling me up.

Sometimes I think about who might be, that possibility of the lover. I may have tasted you, tasted what might be, maybe I want more. Often, I drift into fucking you again. My feet propped up on my desk my thighs spread open, at first just wide enough for my hand and my arm to drop between, but then they naturally spread open wide–wanting to feel your body between, space for my strong legs to wrap around your torso. To pull you into me. Feeling your head slip between my things, miles between, as your tongue begins to work. And I drift. The way you eat me and lick me makes me pour sweeter with each lick.

And I drift, music playing in the background, my fingers explore my pages, surrounding, growing full and tight and then back to wide open again. The wand slips in and out.

And I drift into you, the man I will never have, except for in this capacity, my memory, my thoughts, your curve becomes my masturbation fodder. I drop into my “fuck me in the office chair” slouch, legs still propped. I imagine you there on the couch watching me, spinning the chair to face you. My pussy wide open to you, my eyes in lust slits. And I drift. Filling my mouth with my fingers, then into my pussy. I think about you stroking your cock. I swear I can see you there, we don’t ever fuck we just watch each other. That drop of pre drip is forming on your glistening tip. Licking my lips in want, I drift. I’m longing to know what you taste like, smell like, feel like. I can hear my pussy, she takes over my brain and the music fades and that static rain noise fills the room.

Would it sound different if your cock was plunging into me instead of this wand, would I get as wet, could you make me cum with your cock, I want you to finger fuck me, I want to know your taste, scent, your cum, I want to make you growl…

My eyes slide open and I see you watching, your cock stiff, calling me, glued to your belly.

Are you ready?
Make me cum.
I want to make you cum.
I want to see that branch sway in my direction.
My pussy is so needy it almost makes me cry.
And I am deep inside myself.
And I drift.

Ok, after all my trouble with the law– and boy am I trouble, my randiness is finally returning. Thank goodness. Now just need to get back into the cock hunting mood and get some cock need fulfilled.

Last night–ok all day yesterday, I was cock obsessed.  I even missed my exit because I was thinking about hard dick. I should really stop driving and thinking about sex, that is exactly what gets me speeding tickets.

Anyway,  after my night out and my cock dreamy drive home, cock crazy and kitty full, plump and ripe, ready to be plowed,  I decided I needed a little quality kitty time.

I turn back the bed, prop the pillows for my comfort and angle. Remove my cute valentine outfit, down to bra and pantie. Lay back. Mashing my tits, I love the way that feel sometimes, but it is so much better when you do it.

I stroke my full lips over my panties with my fingertips. Pressing into me,  I can feel them getting wet already– absorbing my excitement.

My mind drifts into your cock, as it did so many time throughout the night. Oh–what I want to do with that hard beam. I begin thinking about sliding around on your shaft, not in me yet just rubbing into me, my wetness. You know, the hard cock meeting the soft pussy, my slide sort of turns into a grind, I cannot even believe how hard you are, my clit is popping and sliding on your rigidness.

My panties must go. My hips rising off the bed, slipping them past thighs, off one leg, I am too anxious to feel my folds of flesh and skin and the heat I have to offer, to bother taking them all the way off.

You ascend my body, your cock teasing, your hand wrapped around it controlling every move, teasing my clit, bouncing that big round head on my full, so ready to be fucked, lips. You keep climbing, I smash my tits to surround your glossed with me cock, you are so hard you barley feel like flesh. Further up, I open eagerly, but you like to tease me, keep me on the edge, I think you enjoy hearing me beg for your cock. Brushing your round head across my lips, again my mouth drops open in anticipation. My tongue slide out , an offering, pleas–give me my communion of cock.

Finally you let have it, filling my mouth, feeding me the only thing I have wanted to eat all night. You smell like my pussy, you taste like my pussy. Thrusting into me, looking down at me. My cunt thumps away, in a rhythm of need and mouth sucks you in.

I am so slick and beyond wet. Ready, cock ready. My fingers fill my need, your dream cock filling my mouth.

You turn me to my side–grabbing my ass, straddle, flanking my thigh and slide in. My sweet moans can no longer be contained.

“fuck me fuck me.”

Do I really say that? Apparently I do.

“right there, ohh right there…”

Apparently I say that too.

You feel good, even if it’s not real, but it is, my mind makes it real. When I come and it is a rush, a build up from the day and night, the trips of mental cock, explode between my thighs.

Release is mine, and yours across the miles that separate us. I lay there in the post come state, body shaking, slight jerk wave through, thinking about your release. How would you cum on me? In me? On me? Leave it dripping down, finding its way into the creases that make me a woman? My mouth, my hair? Would you be my messy man?

Round One : Turn Up the Sound