Chapter Thirty Six: The Shower of Animalistic Pleasures
I have been waiting with bated breath. My loins wet from the fluid that has escaped from my womanhood. My clit aches and throbs. The pent up sexual tension that beats at my wanton walls. I hunger for your touch. I dream of your kisses. I envision us making love. I can barely wait to have you. I want you so fiercely that it haunts my every thought awake or asleep. My deepest desires are focused on you and how it will finally feel to have your lips on mine. To feel your mouth upon my body tasting me hungrily. To feel your breath as it gets heavier as your intensity for me grows. To look into your eyes as they drink me into your soul. To feel your cock buried deep inside me as it reaches the depths of my body as you take me to make me yours. With all of these thoughts racing through my head I find it hard to concentrate on anything but you. You consume me!
The water rushes over my creamy white skin as I bathe under its spray. Wanting to have you here with me under the water fall. Feeling you trace the water droplets with your tongue as they dance on my skin, drinking the water from my flesh. Your hands caressing me from behind as they move around to cup my breasts. Your thumbs plays with the erect nipples as your rod grows hard and stiff wanting me.
I arch my back and moan as I reach back to pull you closer. Feeling your wet locks as I move downward grazing your chest and then taking your massive shaft into my hands and caress it. I feel the soft taught skin that encases the body of your pleasure rod. I trace the veins that protrude from its shell. Using my finger tips to move across the head playing with the lips that spew your seed.
I hear you moan, as I look up the spray from the shower rains on you as you brace yourself against the wall and enjoy the pleasures of my touch. The water is enticing, mesmerizing, it is so sensual and erotic as it flows over our bodies.