So Much More

(For someone I just can't seem to get out of my head. Obviously.)

Your picture on my phone's wallpaper finally got the best of me tonight. For some reason the evening's descending darkness always brings deep hunger with it for me. I see your face, just your face... And the yearning deep inside me starts. It started to tingle and shiver and drip all over my body with pure violence tonight. I had to watch a video. I had to satisfy the endless hunger your face constantly in front of me caused me today. I can't describe how deeply you made me ache for hours. And I needed to see raw violent sex tonight, because it's what I crave with you. I needed to see brutal animalistic coupling. I couldn't describe to you how wet I was. It would blow your mind to know the amount of liquid that came from me because I've been so desperately needing you all day, and of course you're not here. My orgasm was so violent and soul wracking tonight I couldn't muffle my cry and scream of pleasure like I normally do in fear I'll be heard. It ripped from my throat harsh and loud, because the deep quivering thirst in my pussy for you had finally been quenched so hard. And as I lay there quietly, my body trembling and shivering from the violent intensity​ of my spasms, I still kept staring at your picture. The warmth in me for you does not stop. Will never stop. And my pussy still wouldn't stop squeezing and contracting and trying to suffocate your sweet cock I so madly wish was in my reach tonight. And I know it has to be love. For even in the aftermath of the most violent brutal harsh quaking orgasm of my life, I kept staring at your face and your eyes and your delicious mouth, and oh, I wanted more. So. Much. More.