A story of Sexual Nostalgia

God, how I've thought about fucking him all over again.
Hear his infectious laugh, roll my eyes at his mischievous grin.
And those blue eyes of his that could hypnotize me with a glance
He’d have me disregarding all logic for a little secret romance.
He was dangerously seductive with charm exuberating from his lips
Electricity would enter my body through the touch of his fingertips.
And I was just one of many but I knew it from the start.
His honesty made it so hard and so easy to not take heart.
Just thinking about him is like feeling his hands touching all of me.
I close my eyes to remember when he first set my body free.

‘Slow Hands’ played in the background as I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt.
He was kissing me and devouring me like I was a delectable little dessert.
I was nervous and excited, on fire but dripping wet to the touch.
He painted goosebumps on my skin and it made me want him so very much.
He never stopped kissing me all the while he was steadily removing my clothes.
His fingertips grazed every inch of my body, from my head down to my toes.
Like a Kamasutra master, my body twisted and turned at his command.
Our bodies operated in sexual synchrony like they just seemed to understand.
His needs were my needs and I needed him to be pleased.
My needs were his playground where he frolicked and teased.
He started by spreading my legs open wide, his hands resting on my knees
Kissing the inside of my thighs while removing my panties with ease

Soft and slow, he moved, like a feather falling from the skies
He moved up to my very essence, pausing only to look me in the eyes
My stomach dropped as it felt the flutter of a million butterflies
And when his tongue touched my inner lips, I was momentarily paralyzed
His breath was hot against the air that was cool, his tongue felt heaven sent
It was soft but hard, moved in and out with expertise to disorient
My eyes rolled back, fluffy white pillows rested under my head
He removed his tongue to suck my clit and enter his fingers instead
Oh, sweet Jesus, I thought I was going to die right there.
My body tensed and tightened. My fingers latched onto his hair.
Pulling him closer to my selfish need, my hips pushing towards his face
Needing more and more and more of him and his amazing grace

He was so in tune with my body as desire permeated the air
He left my wet pussy, kissed my stomach, worked his fingers into my hair
He then kissed me with fever, his tongue still lingering with my taste
Both of us needing the freedom of raw desire, dirty and unchaste.
With his tongue still down my throat, he entered my pussy deep and hard
My legs instinctively wrapped around him without hesitation or regard
I could feel him stretching me to my limits with every single thrust
His cock hurt me but also healed the former repression of my lust
It felt nothing short of spectacular as he deliberately moved inside me
And calling out his name was like offering a special prayer to the deity.
He drove deeper and deeper until he brought on the flood of desire
Did he know he was setting the flesh of my body forever on fire?
My pussy constricted around his dick as he was getting close to sweet release
So, I pushed him over on his back to take him as I pleased
His cock was unquestionably delicious and belonged in-between my lips
I found immense pleasure licking him all the way from base to tip
Circling my tongue around, tasting our sex and it dripping down my chin
Taking every inch down the back of my throat, feeling the softness of his skin.
His hot semen squirting in my mouth aroused me even more.
Swallowing down his sweet saltiness, he’d be the man I’d forever adore.

I should probably send him a thank you note for bringing me to life again.
A fun a little part of my life story without any real beginning or prominent end.
And my sweet little ambivalent heart, living high on ambiguity street.
Wants and needs and craves him but instead looks for him in others she meets.