Smut

He speaks to me of nature, and how its blazing hues have captured his peripheral observation whilst Autumn leaves fall and float upon the gentle warm breeze.

Whilst engaged briefly within dialogue, all I’m thinking about is how his cum might taste, dripping from the head of his cock as he slides himself past my lips, until he’s wedged deep in my throat as I gag upon his throbbing motions.

But still, he maintains his dialogue, as a gentleman does.

Unaware of the thoughts that swirl upon my mind about covering him in warm melted milky white chocolate, and licking and sucking him clean, until he fills my mouth entirely, and kisses me afterwards.

Repeating the act, several times, until he pushes me face down and arse up, as he pounds me hard, deep and fast until it hurts with each thrust as he makes me swell and pulsate all over him whilst I become centred purely upon his ministrations, to enable me to cum all over him.

And still, he wears his crown adorned like royalty in between all his rights and wrongs, immersed in all his tragedy without paying reverence to the joy we conjure within each other.

Tis where we meet unmasked in the midst of all our tainted to purify our desires, his essence reminiscent of explicit acquiescence, fulfilling and nurturing. And then there's me, scattered all over his mind, aching to find the the pieces of him that he hides.

I’m so weak at the mere thought of this man, seeping into the depths of me, collectively.

Savouring those moments that keep me shaking and weak at the knees, breathlessly trembling as he devours me and splits me entirely across the delicate centrefold, carving his love bone into my psyche as he makes me watch his throbbing hard cock penetrate me as his tongue grazes my hardened nips.

And his unsteady breath graces my ears, in between his hard and passionate kisses, as he tells me explicitly how it feels to be balls deep inside my dripping sex, and there’s nowhere to hide as we slide upon one another in the depths of our hot and sticky wet mess, infusing the air with our love.

Fucking me hard and deep, whilst pinching my swollen little clit as I feel the blood rushing towards his fingers as my tight wet holiness is stretched wide and full of his loving pride, whispering in a moment of shallow & shortened but hard hot breaths, he tells me how my bare naked waxed lips feel, wrapped tightly around his big hard pulsating phallic italics.

Hmm. I really need to stop daydreaming whilst talking to that man.