It was rather late already, I’d been out, a few drinks down, feeling good, not sloshed, not drunk–but good. I could have easily drifted into sleep, but then I heard the ping. I knew exactly who it was before I looked, all day long I had this feeling I was going to see you tonight–in fact the first thing I thought of when I woke up that morning was the taste of your cock.

The flirts, the 140 character poetry– had been making me wet and frisky all week. I didn’t want to wait, I didn’t want to flirt, no game, no chase–just cock to cunt. Plug to socket– your branch the conduit to my core. It had been too long. It’s simple, no bullshit, more fucking. Down with the girl and up with the cock.

I asked you if I could stay the night, something I normally do not do, but after the drinks– and I knew–after the way you would make me come, I would not want to go home. I wanted to be spent, I wanted you to fuck the thoughts of the day right out of my mind, driving, pounding and all those other violently delicious adjectives I love so well.

Soon enough your door was opening to me, your tall lankly willow tree frame, the opposite of mine, stood in the door way–your long tree limb branches draw me in. Kisses full of life, an incandescence I cannot ignore. Only brief moments pass until I was stripped–standing in those barely there panties, your fingers pressing into my full lips, the triangle fabric patch sticking to me and grinding into my forming wetness.

All I want is all I do–dropping to my knees I feel that trunk sway, and I want it, I need to have you in my mouth, I need you to have my mouth around you, taking as much and all of you I can deep down my throat. I can’t breath and I like it. Wrapping your long fingers into my “fuck me” hair, both hands, my indication that I want you to be the controller, to pull my mouth into you. To make me feel like I cannot take it , but both knowing I can.

I worship, making your cock grow from a swaying branch to a solid stick of stone. When the time finally does come, when you pull me up from my knees, bending me in half–my pussy open with no hesitation, wet and sticky slick. Sucking on your cock makes my inside flow out. You fuck into me. I let you know, with my body, with my ass–that I want more tonight, I need more, I need it to stab and hurt and make me feel–I am built up and want you to take me down with cock. Down with the girl and up with the cock.

You fuck me so well, I’m open and pulsing– flesh wounds of cock love. Ass up you drive into me. I come, one of those comes that make my thighs and legs shake.  Flipping me to my back, my knees are pushed into my shoulders my thighs holding the weight of your body, the curve of your cock making me wince in pain with each thrust, I shift and make you hit me in slightly different spot. Wrapping my hands around my thigh–my fingers finding my pussy,  I feel your shaft sliding into me and back out. The lips being stretched, full of blood and life– and cock.

Pulling out–you slide between my thighs for my round of worship–and you are so devotional as you slurp me in, your fingers deep inside eliciting that flow of fluid, which you devour. My limbs wrap around your back, around your head–I want to keep you in my pussy forever. You eat me so well–I flow and come and my body jerks and spasms. I love the way you lick me, and I tell you so as you continue to drink me in. You take your time and thoroughly enjoy the life between my thighs, the miles between, that electric energy that seeps out, as your mouth, lips and tongue fuck me.

Again–you take my cunt like I need you to. Slamming. Our parts colliding, impacting and absorbing into one another. Cock to fingers to tongue you treat me right all night, and we fade, and we drift, we chatter, I stroke your body to varying degrees, feeling your contours, your ridges, bones, my fingers into your wild man hair. We end up under the covers. Sleep.

At one point in the night, your leg lays heavy between the two of mine and your arms wrapped around me, I wake and think how nice that feels the closeness of after, our bodies once tangled and locked in activity are now tangled and locked in rest.

Morning shines in, I wake, and drift back and forth between some sort of sleep state. When the alarm goes off my hand reaches for your cock, I am hungry. You are asleep, your cock is asleep–but not for long. I absolutely love turning your cock from soft to rock. My my mouth works under her own agency, run by my pussy. Giving you a nice combination of lip service and hand work, your balls filling my mouth, finger running you length.

“Are you gonna give me some that cum this morning, baby?”

Your moans filter into our space, your cock soaked in my spit, my bed head hair sticks to the wetness, pulling it back I continue my ascertainment of what makes your blood flow. I can feel the your cum building, your balls tighten up, your cock jerks inside my mouth. Twitches of desire.

“Come for me.”

One last jolt of solidity takes over your shaft,  I can feel the blood boiling up and out as you fill my mouth with your sweet and salty cum. Gently keeping your cock inside the warmth of my mouth as it jumps and shudders it’s last few time. I raise my head showing you–my mouth full of you– letting a little bit slip from my lip to your softening crown and then I suck it back up and swallow it down.

Satiated for now.