So, I've always liked writing. Call me a nerd, geek, whatever...for those that know me, you know that couldn't be farther from the truth. But the fact is, I've never had any issues with conveying my thoughts in written form. The thing is, I hardly have time to actually sit down and do it. Sure, I write thoughts down, jot down ideas and concepts, but hardly ever get to the point where I put something together. It's been a long time, so I am rusty...and for that I apologize. Today, I thought I might turn over a new leaf, pull some of the cobwebs out of my brain and share some of the thoughts from what's sometimes a twisted mind. My mind.
There's no title for this one and I know it's kind of scattered, short and a bit lacking in detail, but hey...it's all I could fit in as I ate lunch at my desk today. Maybe I'll revise it later. I hope you enjoy it, and if you can think of a fitting title, speak up.
UNTITLED
In my mind, I play with thoughts of you, like a kitten with a ball of yarn...swatting it from one end of my nasty mind to the other. As the ball of thoughts unravels, I grow fonder of you, longing for your fingertips to run through my hair, your eyes to pierce through me, your nails to dig into my back and your warm breath to mix with mine as our tongues dance together.
I frequently imagine your nude, freshly showered, undried and still wet body laying across your white satin sheets, as a late night summer breeze pours over your soft skin through your open window and swaying lace curtains. Your delicate hands are raised above your head as you lay on your back, basking in the moonlight that dimly lights the room through the open window. The summer moonlight casts just enough light for me to make out beads of water still on your curvaceous figure and I can see your chest rise and fall from where I'm seated comfortably across the room. I can discern your long, damp hair flowing over your shoulders onto the pillow and I can smell the freshly-applied lavender body lotion mixed with the scent of you.
In my mind, you know I like to watch. You know the inner voyeur in me and you take immense pleasure in having me watch and witness you pleasing yourself before you allow me to touch you or myself. It's the small bit of evil that's resident inside you, but it works for us. It's not the way we normally operate, as I'm almost always in control, but you relish these instances when you have the little bit of control you have over me...the ability to keep me in check...so much so, that the mere thought of me watching you and me not being able to do or say anything about it drives you wild.
There's just enough light to see that you've moved one of your slender hands down to your wet mouth and are dragging your fingertips across your moist lips, down your neck to the the center of your ample chest and your belly and back again. You're breathing is steady and unlabored, but very noticeable, as you drag your nails up and down your gorgeous, moist torso. I see your chest rise and fall as you describe the little things that you plan to do to yourself in great detail.
"You like watching me, baby?" you whisper inquisitively to me across the room, as your head lay on the pillow and your eyes are closed.
"Yes...very much so." I reply.
"I know you do, and I love when you watch me, baby. Now...what are the rules?" you ask, looking to make sure I'm in the same page.
"No speaking unless spoken to and no touching myself unless told to do so." I respond.
"Mmmm....you've been paying attention." you giggle, as you bite your lip and cup your breast with one hand, while the other grasps the headboard lightly. "A girl loves a man who listens."
"I'm imagining you laying here with me, your large hands lightly running over the top of my skin, from my neck to my belly as you kiss my lips...can you imagine that too?" you ask.
"I can, and I love the thought of that." I reply.
"Good boy...now turn some music on real low, sit back and keep your hands at your sides." you instruct me.
"OK, I will." I respond, as I get up and fumble clumsily with the stereo button in the dark.
With gentle music playing in the background, complemented by a warm summer breeze flowing through your screened windows, you place both of your hands on your cheeks and begin running them slowly down your face to your neck, where they part ways and start to make their way down the sides of your chest, brushing up against your breasts and eventually down to your belly. They meet again well below your belly button and make their way up the center of your torso together, caressing your skin the whole way. Your legs and hips start to show signs of movement, as your hands cup your tits and you start playing with your nipples...before long, I can clearly tell that your nipples are completely hard, as you continue to twist and tug on them, just the way you like it.
You tug firmly on both nipples and you respond with a faint gasp, as your exploring hands start to make their way from your beautiful chest down to your smooth belly, but stopping just short of your lower abdomen. Your legs are together, as you rub your lower abdomen, just below where your waist band for your panties would be. I can see that you're squeezing your thighs together rhythmically, applying pressure to your clit without actually touching yourself. You finally spread your legs slightly and your hands travel down to the insides of your legs, and you start to gently claw at the fleshy portion to your inner thigh, teasing us both. You drag your nails up and down your inner thighs, not actually touching yourself yet...only making yourself very wet. I can hear your breathing pattern completely change now, as you tickle the insides of your legs and I can hear you starting to moan very lightly.
"How's the view over there?" you ask, between deep breaths.
"Simply lovely, from what I can see." I tell you.
"Mmmm....I'm so fucking wet right now. I want to touch myself so badly. Would you like that?" you ask me, as if to tease me.
"You know I love watching...so I think you know what the answer is." I answer, as if to say "DUH!".
"That's not an answer. If you can't answer the fucking question, we are done and you can go." you firmly tell me.
"Sorry...I meant that I'd love that and I've been waiting all day for this." I correct myself.
"Good boy. Now, how are you holding up over there? A little excited are ya?" she again teases.
"Oh my god, I'm dying here. I'm as hard as a rock and want to touch myself" I reply before being shut down.
"Nope. Sit there, shut up and watch."
You lift your head up off the pillow and I can smell the scent of just washed hair as the breeze flows over to me. I can barely make out your facial features as you look at my silhouette across the room and whisper "I can feel myself dripping down my ass...does that turn you on?"
I reply by telling you "Yes...I want you to play for me...make yourself crazy while I watch."
With a little giggle, you settle back down onto the pillow, as you place both hands on your cheeks and slowly move them down your neck and then down to your tits, playing with your nipples along the way as you did before. I hear you moan again as you pinch your pink nipples with your nails, making them harder. You continue to move your soft hands down your sides to your hips, which are now moving around a great deal more. I see you raise your hips, reach under yourself and grab both sides of your round ass and squeeze hard, before moving both hands between your tanned thighs.
I watch intently, as you lay your head back, spread your legs wider and open yourself up for me. Although I can't make it out in great detail, I can hear that you are soaked, as one hand holds your pussy wide open while the other explores. I can only imagine the sight, smell and taste of you as you slide a finger inside, causing you to arch your back and let out a small whimper. You tell me that you are "so slippery and warm" and slide another finger inside, as your other hand expertly works on your hard clit.
By now, I'm literally lightheaded. I'm sitting there, hands at my sides and feeling my cock bulging, pressing against my jeans, wanting out like a caged dog with an intruder at the front gate.
You're now fingering yourself with zero concern for what I'm feeling...caught up in the heat of the moment...two fingers inside of yourself, trying to hit that special spot, as your hips start to buck. Your other hand is rubbing your pink clit and slapping it every few seconds...I can feel myself shudder slightly every time you slap yourself. I can see you're getting close,as you raise your gorgeous ass up off the bed and start to moan my name while fucking yourself harder and deeper with your fingers. I observe that your legs are starting to tremble, and your toes are starting to curl, as they grab the smooth sheets. You are writhing now, and the sounds of a dripping pussy being fucked by your slender fingers fill my ears.
I try to imagine how swollen you are at this point. How hard your clit must be. How wet, warm and tight you must be. In my mind, your wet pussy must be grasping at your eager fingers, clamping down on them, spasming.
You help to confirm my curious assumptions, when I hear a noticeable beginning to a pattern that can only lead to a powerful orgasm. Breathing is faster, more labored. Moaning is more pronounced. Those beautiful hips are now rhythmically moving in circles. Your body is starting to jolt, matched with gasps, followed by you holding your breath, only to gasp again a few seconds later. Only one hand is working on your clit now, and I can barely see that the other is clinching the headboard behind you, as if you're holding on for dear life. Finally, with plenty of warning, you let out a long, soft, uncontrolled scream, followed by complete shaking, as you remove your hands and completely close your legs...you lay on your side, completely content, pleased and physically spent.
I watch your breathing even out as the shadow of the tree outside your window dances across your limp body while I undress, slide into bed behind you and wrap my arms around you. Soon, I hear deep breathing and light snoring...you are asleep, still content and getting some much deserved rest while safe and secure in my arms.
And then I come back to reality, at my desk at work....wondering where you are, what you're doing and how to tell you that I have such intimate thoughts of you that drive me wild.
