I have been thinking of you and your fantastic green eyes and the way your smile encourages me to fall deeper and deeper in love with you. I laid upon my bed and thought of our times together, and even though it seems I will never know your touch again, your mouth upon mine kissing me the way only you ever knew how I liked, deeep deeeep tongue from you and sucking mine when gave it to you, and oh how each of our nipples sprang up to tickle each others warm skin each time we first pressed our bodies togehter like that. I have found myself in a new stage of the mourning I have gone through since you ended our affair. I am more easily able to get through the hurt and betrayal ...and bitterness that was there for a couple of months, and now I am more easily able to let go of what was bad about our breakup, and allow myself to return to what was good ...our wonderful lesbian romps in bed with each others hearts as deeply entwined as our tongues and our thighs.
Thinking of our loving times found my fingers caressing my breasts the way you used to caress me. My nipples grew hard as my fingertips encicled them slowly at first before simluating the way you knew just the right moment to pinch a bit harder...and as the memories of you and our times in this bed returned , and I felt my body responding, my wetness starting to seep between my thighs. My self pleasure began to course through my veins, and i realized that I had not masturbated thinking about you since our relationships demise. If I couldnt have you anymore, I reasoned, at least I had our memories ...and I allowed myself to let go. My hands went down my body the way you used to so slowly do ...enticing tingles from my sides and gently stroking and massaging my thighs before I laid my palm upon my mons in the way you used to ...pushing against me ...feeling the swelling and hunger grow from within. I knew I could orgasm with your memory this way ...but I knew how I would so long for your kiss and caress and the way you whispered to me and whimpered and gave me your cries of pleasure when we'd find a way to come simultaneously. Oh that delicious wait until the other was ready ...so clearly ready to climax ...then the sweetness of letting go with you.
Teasing and writhing, simulating your strokes I quickly build to an overwhelming orgasm ...imagining you catching me and wanting to make love to me again. Wishing your mouth was clamped down upon my swollen lips and clit, sucking me the way only you knew how ....crooking your finger divinely while I exploded time and time and time again with your mouth and incredible fingering. You knew just how to lick me, tickle me, suck me, and finger fuck me ...how deep, how fast ...when to tease and when to turn me loose. You always gasped when I gushed on your hand or on your beautiful face if you were eating me. I laid there masturbating to the memory of every sensation you ever gave me ..and wanted you so badly ...I didn't hate you leaving me anymore ...was just grateful for the powerful passion we shared. My body shook as my fingers delved deeper within and my gasps within the first wave of orgasm continued a minute, then another, and still another....I wondered when my pussy would let my fingers stop making me come so hard again and again....my rapture so deep I wished you could know what I was doing that moment for you, and fantasized that just maybe you might someday, or might have already, experienced a smiliar moment of wishing my mouth and my moans were muffled by your pulsating pussy riding me as your writhed and rolled against my lips and tongue....so many times I hardly stopped to breath for risk of losing the perfection of the complete joy of knowing how much pleasure we could always give each other. For whatever reason we arent going to do this anymore, but I am convinced that whatever you are looking for in whomever you are going to be with, you will never experience more pleasure than what we mutually gave each other each time we made our tender, satisfying, devouring sexual love.
I always wanted you to see me masturbate and I always wanted to just watch you ...I guess thats one of the things we missed out on ....but when I came this hard today, I dreamed of you seeing me giving it all once again to you...if only you'd been here to taste it.
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