Just another filler for now since, apparently, I can't submit little poetic diddies without being put on a shooting range. It's quite alright, however, and this is another quick story that I wrote a couple of weeks back. It's short, sweet, and to the point, so enjoy! Can also be found on both of my blogs, whose links are on my profile!
Also wasn't entirely sure on the category. Please excuse any writing errors!
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I can hear your breathing. It's heavy, and thick with need. I turn over in bed to see you standing there, cock in hand, stroking it to its full length. I smirk at you, as your eyes darken with lust; there's only one thing you want right now, and playing games isn't one of them. You walk towards me, still stroking your nearly hard-as-a-rock cock, and my tongue involuntarily juts out to lick my lips. I can't wait to taste you, to have you inside of me, breathing in my ear, me scratching at your back, leaving little reminders of our escapades. You pull the sheet that I'm hiding under off of me, ready to ravage me in the worst ways possible. I'm still partly clothed, which you grunt at with disapproval, and move to slip off my panties and bra. I gladly let you unclothe me, giggling at the slight tickle that your fingers make upon my skin. You move down my body, your tongue making a trail from my now exposed breasts, down to my navel, where your tongue creates a little dance before you make your way to my ready and waiting slit. You lightly lick me up and down, just once, causing a shiver to run up and down my body, as a soft moan elicits from my lips.