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….