Anticipating when you would get here.
As you held her close and kissed her lips you floated off into the sky.
Caressing my curves as I stare into the mirror on the playboy bunny tattoo on my ass cheek, I imagined you coming through the door coming into the bathroom to spank my ass and kiss me, I licked my lips mesmerized by the thought.
Laying her on the bed you slowly parted her legs and gently kissed her inner thighs...as your tongue French kissed her lips, the ocean came crashing in as she flowed.
I turned the music on steadily watching the hours expire. I unhurriedly put my hair up, my mind wandered off... Kisses hard somewhat deep on my neck as you held a handful of my hair.
She held you pressed deeply between her lips as she slowly make all of you disappear maintaining a wet and slippery motion.
Slipped into a navy blue “your favorite color” bodycon lace lingerie and my thigh-high black robe. Admiring my curves as I guide the lingerie on my body...your presence haunts me and I drift off into another captivating moment. Biting on your lips then licking them as Your brown eyes slowly Walt across my body. My pussy throbbed and I held my breath.
She rode you slowly but deep laying her hands on your chest whilst you grip her waist grinding into her hard. Changing roles you held her throat creating a pathway onto her shoulder, tilting her head towards yours where you planted your lips against hers.
As patience became narrow, reasoning overswept my vessel I recite a daily affirmation “HE IS NOT MY NIGGA” just to climb down gracefully off of the high he gave me when we fuck.
As passion eluded us like waves crashing on rocks scattering whatever was in its way our bodies quivered and shuddered from the excitement and we crashed into each other's arms, you gently kissed her lips and held her closer.
The battle between reality, pleasure, and bitterness flooded my veins as I calmly text you...what the fuck was I accomplishing harboring these feelings that weren't being reciprocated...the imagery of you and this new toy. You checked your messages saw that It was me and answered vague, deflecting excuses. You are so comfortable with where you are.
As the hours of the day faded away you showed up two shots of vodka and two gummy edibles late. I laid quietly with my now history desires burning into ash as I do not recognize you anymore.