Chuck Rox's Sex Wax: Commute home∞
Now I’ll need to write something about buses…
It was raining the whole way home on the bus today and all I could think of was pressing you against the steamed over windows, lifting you up on my cock, and making your pussy run as hard as the pounding rain.
I rip your top open so I can suck on your perked up tits. Squeezing, rubbing, and…
Not at all! Been in a funk the past few months and need to get my swagger back. Yes, I literally lost my swagger and haven’t been inspired to write in quite some time. It’s spring. I’ll find inspiration soon enough!
You have so many layers, that you can peel away a few, and everyone’s so shocked or impressed that you’re baring your soul, while to you it’s nothing, because you know you’ve twenty more layers to go.
Craig Thompson, Carnet de Voyage (via geminigoddessundressed)
“Baby, spread your cheeks for me”. When I reach back to do as you’ve commanded, my knees buckle and I can’t help but whimper. You bury yourself deep inside me… Pulling out and teasing your way back in. I need to feel you pulse deep within that needy pussy of mine. Let me hear how much you want this with each hard thrust. I need you to get lost deep inside me. Take control when my orgasms leave me breathless and I give my body over for you to use. Look me deep in my eyes as you cum hard, let me see that right now in this moment, I am completely yours.
Don’t tease me, Love. I know how to make you beg. I know how to make you wish you hadn’t been so smug. Then I might be more merciful. Then I might not be torturing your hard aching cock with my soft hungry tongue. Torturing you with that look in my eyes as I look up at you while I’m down on my knees with your willpower in my eager mouth. That look that tells you I’ve got you right where I want you, and right now you taste soooo good, my love. Don’t be so impatient. I’ll bring us both where we want to be.
Desire doesn’t always begin with undressing. You seduce me every time we get dressed and ask me to wear a particular top. A favorite undergarment. A necklace you once gave me. Something that only you know is there. My breath quickens as my heart begins to pound every time you help fasten the clasp. You undo me every time I wear that special something, just for you.
What did you expect when you sent me little teasing texts all day? During my one o’clock meeting I had to fake a cough attack and excuse myself because reading your message ‘I am going squeeze your hips and make you beg for it. Beg for my hard cock to go all the way in, not just rubbing the head on your clit’ made my mouth water and body flush bright red… Lets not bother undressing. I’m going to grind my soaking wet cunt all over you. Baby, I don’t care if you’re wearing dark suit pants. That’s what dry cleaners are for. I’m going to fuck you till I own you.
*Whimper*
Do you want to hear me beg?
I wouldn’t take much right now. Teasing and taunting me at this point will drive me to the brink of sheer insanity. By the time you even get close to plunging in deep, I would be a babbling, bubbling mess. My nails would be embedded deep into the first place they land… my teeth would be gritted to the point of cracking… my eyelids would be fluttering. But maybe that is what you want? Me aroused to the point where coherency and reality are just no longer in my realm of being. Where the only thing that matters to me is You… hard and hot and feral… pounding deep inside me… making me pant and whimper and scream all at the same time… as my tight, hot, wet cunt adheres to your cock and threatens to fuse to you to keep you there, hard and ready, for always… as my fingernails dig deeper… my teeth gnash harder… my eyes now trained upon yours as they beg you for some kind of release… and then, it happens… I gasp… You slow… I scream… you smile…
And I beg.
Please…
Do…
Not…
Stop…
Now…
PLEASE!!!
And you thrust… and I gasp… and the convulsions begin and I shake and I shiver and I whimper and I scream and I beg…
Oh god, no…
OH GOD YES…
OH
MY
FUCKING
GOD…YES!!!!!
And you thrust… and thrust deeper… and i whimper… and I cry out… and I say please… and you thrust harder, and harder… and then… you explode… and I gasp… and I arch… and I whimper…
Please, yes, please…
And you shudder… and I whimper… and gasp as yet another wave of torturous pleasure rips through me as you fill me full with hot sweet explosions of goodness…as I cry out helplessly exhausted…
Oh fuck yes…
And we both hold our collective breath… and then exhale together. You fall against me and I hold you close, as I kiss your shoulder and taste the salty sheen of your skin as you pulse deep within me and I surround you in aftershocks… and you lift your head and look into my eyes and smile…
And I think to myself…
I would beg for this…
I would beg for you…Always.
Don’t you just hate those nights when you can’t sleep because your pussy has a mind of it’s own? Persistently invading your mind’s gentle slumber… Swollen, slick and begging to be sucked… Needing sleep, but incapable of controlling its neediness as you writhe slowly, half conscious… begging to be tasted and filled…
Thank you - I’m trying… and always open to suggestions!
Nice vids/gifs btw!
