I dont even know who he is and yet he makes things grow tight low in my body. Poring myself a shot of Jack, and let the warm liquid slide down my throat, secretly wishing it was something else. This man is in my head, so vivid it gets me hotter, and my hands wander. Sitting on the chair at my kitchen table, my tongue dances over my lips, my hands spreading my legs wider....With him still so vivid in my mind...I had never even seen him before, but this man....always in my head.... My fingers undo the belt on my pants, heat rushing through my body, my center dripping with the sweet delicious, warmth. I know that its my hand that is sliding underneath the fabric of my jeans, sliding the satin of my panties aside. But in my head...Where this strange man lived... It was his fingers along my heated flesh. A moan escaped my lips, his fingers dipping inside. I open my eyes but it is no longer a kitchen that I see, Instead I am sitting in a chair, in a studio. I look down to see him kneeled in front of me his eyes on mine, glittering with dark desire. I watch as he buries his face into my center, my back arching, hips pushing forward as he sweeps his taunting tongue over my swelling clit. A gasp catchs on my lips when his tongue pushes into me, my legs trembling as he continued to tease pussy. His fingers slide into me, and my body of its own accord thrusts forward, clenching over his fibgers, pulling them deeper inside or that inferno.. I can barely control the need for satisfaction, my body shaking with the waves of desire and heat flared over me. I suddenly found myself, grabbing his hair and pulling him up, kissing his lips, letting my tongue play the wicked dance that only he knew. Sliding my legs up the hard muscles of him, I wrap myself tightly around him, grabbing hold of his Thick, swollen dick, I pull him inside of me. The taste of my own sweetness on my lips, on his...on ours.. I flex my legs around him, pulling him as close as I could to me. Pulling him in so deeply to the burning fire that blazed inside of me. His lips were on my throat, moving slowly over my collarbone, biting it so softly. His hands were on my breasts, his fingers trapping my nipples, squeezing and tugging them. Shocks of electric heat crashed through my body as he moved his hips in a rythem that had him slamming into me. Between the feel of his teasing tongue and fingers, his cock thrusting so deeply inside of my tight wetness, made me cry out. Whispering ever so softly I beg him unashamed. "Please..." just one simple word, and a growl came from his throat. He pulled himself out of me, grabbing my slender hips, slick with sweat. and yanking me onto to floor, catching my, just before I hit so as not to hurt me. He turned me to my knees. His hand slid so gently over my slick, heated flesh, sending goosebumps over my skin, my hardened nipples grow tighter, and another hissing moan escapes my lips. His hand gently lays me back onto the chair, My hips coming up off the floor slightly, my body arched in suck a way that as he penetrated me again, it was such a deep thrust, it had caught a soft scream in my thraot. My heart Pounding so wildly, my back arching impossibly more, his lips sealed tight over my right nipple. His teeth biting it, his tongue flicking it, as a new pleasure rolled through my body. I moved my hips, meeting every stroking thrust of him, our bodies thick with sweat, moving in such perfect sychronization. The friction of his thrusts drove wild sensations through my body. That familiar pressure coming in. One hand on his slick chest, mirroring his hold on me, My other hand gripping his other that gripped my waist,. "Im going to come..." I whisper so softly in his ear, nibbling down his neck, to gently bite that spot on his shoulder. He groaned, and rammed himself into me, my bdy feeling like jello. We came together, our bodies still moving against eachothers, as we took eachother to higher heights than ever before. And finally as I drift back down into the world. I see him smiling in such sweet satisfaction. I close them, for just a moment. And when I open them, I am in my kitchen once more, my clothes gone. Left wit only a bottle of Jack.....and that stranger inside of my head...
