What If???

What if we need no label?
What if we need no description?
What if we are each other’s truth?
What if you can overcome your fear?
What if all that I’ve said is true?
What if what you feel is real?
What if it won’t go away?
What if I won’t go away?
What if you just don’t know what to say?
What if WE just say fuck it, it is what it is?
What if what it is happens to be just what we NEED?
What if when we’re together, we forget about the rest of the world?
What if we take what we need from each other over and over again until we are physically taxed yet emotionally sated?
What if we made our own rules?
Wouldn’t you luv to?

What if we do?

My mouth remembers the conversations with your pussy.
My tongue remembers the heated caresses exchanged with your clit.
My dick remembers sliding deep inside your pussy, soaking up the wetness.
My fingers remember sliding across your body. Causing you to emit sounds like you were a finely tuned instrument..

My pussy remembers the thrust of your fingers and my cum pooling in your hand.

My tongue remembers the sweet taste as I lapped it in to my mouth..

My pussy remembers the erotic dessert it served to you multiple times in elicit encounters.
My pussy remembers the thrill of discovery as you plunged recklessly into my wetness.

My dick remembers answering your request to not stop as it plowed deeper into you..

My pussy remembers the willingness you had when you shared it with another.

My balls remembers glistening from the wetness of your cum.

My pussy cannot help but drip at the thoughts of pure, uncut pleasure you gave each and every time.

My mouth remembers how hot your pussy was when I sucked it as it was filled with another’s dick

My body electrifies and tingles remembering the gentle touch and warm embrace of you.

My dick remembers how much wetter it got as it slid deeper while occupying the same space with another dick.

My pussy remembers how open it has always been to your will and my desire.

My tongue remembers licking and playing with your ass.

My mind knows no fear with you because your desire for me only leads to satisfaction and erotic bliss.

My dick remembers the first time it slid into your ass. It was wet and yearning.. I slid it in gently and deeply..

My loss of control within the whirlwind of passion is safe with you and allowed to spread as far and as wide as possible in search of pleasure.

I have a vision in my mind that my dick is white hot with want of you. And as it slides inside, your pussy erupts with steam as you cum from the shear heat of me.

To feel the piercing of your white, hot rod of desire plunging into my cauldron of creamy pussy cum makes me scream with primal greed for more and more…harder and harder….faster and faster….never ending, always wanting forever needing release.
I want to hear the sounds of our labored breathing. I want to hear the slick wetness of our bodies together in sweat and cum. I want to hear the grunting and groaning of pleasure. I want to hear the hungry need and the greed for pure fucking and pussy eating.

And how I dream of the day I eat your pussy again while it is filled with another’s dick..

I feel like an animal desperate to be tasted.
My nipples throb

How I want to lick your ass while you’re riding it..

My pussy is so creamy. It’s hot… and damn I feel good!!! Come to me and feel it again

Round and around we go.
Anticipation of this moment has consumed our thoughts.
Our hands, fingers, tongues, lips, mouths, eyes are flittering all over each other. As though it has been an eternity since two old lovers are to reconnect again for the first time.

Immutable fires burning! It is as though we can no longer stay within our skin!! You are fire riding on my wind!
Take a breath and calm yourself. Move slow. I WANT YOU!!!! ALL of you… from the tip of the hair on your head to the tips of your toes… And all of the crevices and moist slits or hard nipples and pulsating clits in between.

I drink you like water to a man dying of thirst. When I’m inside you I feel like I’m home. You’re so drippin wet you make the sheets slick. When I touch you I set you ablaze like a five alarm fire. Words are useless here. We speak in glances and caresses. You stare into my eyes and we see the past, present and future and it is pure ecstasy…
I know you feel the fire that burns in my head, in my eyes and in my heart for you. We are in synch. We rock to and fro, eb and flow together. You mount me and glide upon me like a well-oiled erotic machine. I fit almost magically into you. I have to breathe through it so as not to become over whelmed by our bliss. Climax is inevitable but not the end of this delicious connection.

Like dancing with fire from the sun and being cheered on by arctic winds. Like running naked in a warm summer rain… But we are so hot that we set fire to the rain and bathe in the steam…

Sometimes underneath my cool exterior when I talk with you, when I see you.
If only you knew the thoughts that go through my mind.
Behind my calm, controlled speech,
If only you knew the words that I want to utter.
I wrestle with my passion for you inside me.
If only you knew the things that I want to do to you.
Confession…. I want to kiss, lick and suck you until you’re weak.
Confession… I have dreams about you. Hot sultry dreams… Erotic, sensual dreams. Dreams that would make men stiff and throb and women wet and pulsate. Make lovers reminisce and strangers desire to get closer.
Confession… I want to fuck you like crazy every day and make passionate love to you every night.
Confession…. I love the fact that you’d enjoy that. I have had day dreams of laying you on your stomach and massaging you, starting from your head, working my way down your neck to your shoulders, firmly caressing your back then paying extra special attention to that beautiful ass of yours. Spreading your cheeks while kneading, rubbing, licking and sucking all of your soft moist special places, moving down while spreading your thighs and letting my fingers explore deeper making you arch your back and press against me against my fingers, hands, lips and tongue. Slowly caressing down to your calves and leaving a trail of fire down to your feet as I take each toe into my warm mouth and make you tingle with goose bumps all over….

Confession… I want to know you.
Confession… I think of you more than I care to admit.
Confession… I get a lil nervous when I know I’m going to see you
Confession… I stay away sometimes because our connection is so strong.
Confession…. I know we don’t talk about it but the connection is undeniable… I could fall for you.
Would that be a problem?

What are you willing to confess?

There is a slight nervousness in the air yet still impishly playful.

Kindling of feverish desires flicker. The voice of shameless thirst whispers into lovers ears.

Eyes share a glance. Wanting more.

Skin touches.

A well of molten want erupts.

Resistance will not quell it. It begs to be sated. Naughty thoughts and lust filled eyes scan the surroundings like a focused predator stalking its prey.

Closer they edge together.

Throbbing bulge is exposed

A hungry slit is parted.

Grinding, rubbing, she ravenously tries to take him deeper into her.

All focus is gone from the action before them.

He quickly surveys the potential onlookers off in the distance. But then is drawn back into the moist, warm, plush, throbbing Heaven that is her.

Climax is not sought. The mere touch and merging is what’s truly desired.

Attempting to control the vigor of her taking all he has to give and him trying to fill her completely only heightens their arousal.

The possibility of being noticed is increased with each wet thrust as she presses back against him.

The breathing is heavy and shallow. Eyes low, vision blurred. Feelings of being on the verge of exploding and imploding all at the same time.

Light from the distance dances and sparkles from the wetness she leaves on his cock.

He focuses on that as she pulls away from him and then comes back and swallows him deliciously.

Alas more potential on lookers in the distance and the action before them has come to a climax heading to the end.

They prepare to depart.
She turns to him with a look of complete submission yet defiant confidence and whispers in his ear, ….
“Don’t forget the popcorn bag”