His Words, Her Fantasy

She laid in the bed thinking of the man
The words that he uses, she became a fan
Music on, candles lit, her night is set
She reads from vcsawyer1, got her pussy wet
His words are a story, she plays them in her head
Her thoughts of what he looks like laying in her bed
Our Wild and Crazy Night was her favorite read
One night with the author is something she would plead
To have his strong hands touch her body right
Have him kiss her glory and does his trick with ice
She reaches for the oil, pours a little on her chest
Closes her eyes and sees his head against her breast
His lips and tongue tingling her nipples
Giving her chills through her body they ripple
Finger rubbing her clit, mouth open wide
Back arching, she wants him inside
Slides in two fingers, slippery from her juice
She wants it hard, make hard pussy bruise
The words flow deep in her mind
She would give anything to have that one time
Pulls out a toy and start the vibration
Puts it inside, flustered from the sensation
Pushing it deep, ramming her hole
Wishing it was his long thick pole
Orgasm after orgasm, can't get enough of the feeling
Looking at herself in the mirror on the ceiling
Squirting in the bed, flowing like the ocean
Arm getting sore from the repetitive motion
But she can't stop, it's the only way she can have him
Reading him words, they're her sexual hymn
As she gets to the words from the end of the piece
She has one last moment before she finally cease
Heartbeat slowing, on her clit is still her hand
She's determined to one day lay with this man
He'd love to know he made her body numb
His words and her toy made her cum and cum...
and cum and cum
He'd love to know he constantly made her pussy seep
And even in thought, he still put the ass to sleep