Three Months

It has been three months today. I can’t believe that it has been that long, not that it is a long time, but just that it only seems as we have been together for a week. I can spend all day with you and still want to spend all night there in your arms as well. And we don’t even need to be intimate with each other, we can just lay in bed and talk. Serious talks, humorous talks, talks about absolutely nothing at all. At the same time it feels like we have been together for so long that I don’t even remember when I was not with you. I know that I want to expand my writing and that is part of what this blog is, but I’m not good enough to convey the feelings that I have towards. The only thing that I can think of is:

* You make me shine.

We both know that neither of us likes celebrating something that isn’t an annual thing. But here is to the next three months. May they be as fast, as slow, and as amazing as the first three.

XOXO

Whisper

P.S. I love you….

Touch Me

Touch me….Stroke me….Please me….

I need to feel you. To have you force waves of ecstasy over my body. I need you to make me a slave to you.

Touch me….Stroke me….Please me….

You gently push me down onto the bed, and tug at my jeans while you kiss me deeply; running your tongue over mine, massaging as you explore my mouth. You pull away and lightly kiss a trail down my stomach as you slide my jeans down past my knees and let them drop haphazardly on the floor. You finger walk up my legs and let your hands pry at the hem of my panties, then begin to slowly peel them away from my already wet cunt.

Touch me….Stroke me….Please me….

You run your fingers up between my spread and awaiting legs and play with my clit; my legs buck a little and I gasp. Then using my own wetness you slip your fingers into me and begin with long, soft strokes; your rhythm feels so good that I involuntarily convulse. Your strokes quicken and so do the the muscles of my lower body, suddenly your mouth replaces your fingers and instinctively my legs clamp around your shoulders and pull you closer into me. You clasp my clit between your tongue and upper lip and gently tug, I can feel the first waves of an orgasm start to tingle up from my toes. Your tongue is working furiously now, it delves deep into my cunt, where juices flow freely, you move back up to my clit and suck and tug, suck and tug until my body can’t contain my orgasm anymore. My back arches, my muscles tighten and a white hot wave of passion washes over my entire being. But you aren’t done with me yet…

Touch me….Stroke me….Please me….

I barely have time to catch my breath before your fingers are there on my swollen and tender clit rubbing and running circles over me until you bring me to the edge again, and you don’t stop there. You keep bringing me over, and over and don’t relent until I am laboring for breath and begging you to never, ever stop.

Touch me….Stroke me….Please me….