It never fails. When I think of you, my nipples seem to stay hard constantly and my pussy throbs at the slightest provocation. I fantasize about sex with you, about the sights, smells, and sensations of our sex at its most raw, passionate level. I think about it, dream about it, I am constantly reminded of past erotic exploits we've shared, throughout the warm, sunny days and steamier, hot nights. I CRAVE you in my life, the man with whom I can express myself, my uninhibited, unashamed, primitive, primal, sexual self.
I need you lover, I need to let down my guard with you, express myself without fear or shame, when I fantasize about you I know that I can share my body with someone who cares about me outside the bedroom and who desires me completely inside it. I want hours and hours of hot, sweaty fucking that leaves me drained of my every bodily fluid. I want to make a huge wet spot on the sheets and then fuck those same sheets off the bed.
I want you. I want MY lover. I don't want to share you; I don't want to question your fidelity. I want to suck your dick like no other woman has ever done, no; I want you to fuck my mouth like you fuck my pussy. I want to lick every inch of your stiff erection; I want to swallow you whole, spit running down your balls. I want you to play with my nipples while I'm blowing your mind and tell me that you love the way I give you head. I want to lick your nuts and feel them rolling around on my tongue. I want to spread those beautiful asscheeks and look at your asshole as my mouth waters. I need to let my tongue flutter softly, gently over your sensitive skin, making you jump and moan.