What she said last night

What she said last night

The long-awaited night finally came.
I wonder what we both became.
Wild animals that could get tame
esp. with the way I was mentally screaming his name
I looked at his body, his eyes, and I was filled with lust.
I could tell he felt the same; he wanted to be different;
Sex was just not his aim.
Good loving was a part of his game.
Yet he was caught up with my sexual mind frame.
I moved closer and closer to him; I could feel this lustful flame.
Tonight, I want to make him scream out my name.
I want to drive him insane.
Oh yes, I want to make him desire me again and again.
He relieves my stress and my pain, but he also wants me to desire him again and again.

Moved closer, but he pulled further.
I needed his body
I just needed to get naughty.
I could see he wanted the same; he needed to get freaky.
But he hesitated; the only way I could get him was to act sneaky.
I was already too wet, too drippy, leaky.
I knew if I let him fuck me, he would run my mind crazy.
But my body was hyped; no time to act lazy.
I couldn't stand sexual hesitation.
It was causing me sexual frustration.
Or was I not that good of a temptation?
He's a rude boy, so cold.
I know what I want: taking a step so bold.
I needed him to reap my clothes without my permission.
Cos my body was in absolute submission

He lay on the bed with his clothes on
With a few touches, I was gone.
Bare Naked, while his clothes were still on
In my mind, my clothes were on, and he was off.
But he was defeating me and taking control of my body's rights.
I gave him a minute to feel like he was the boss, but I know he's not.
Compared to him, my tactics are fucking hot.
I kissed him from his ears to his cheeks.
then went down to his chest to his lower body
I finally got what I wanted—his mind. I now haunted who was starved now?
He rushed to pull his clothes off, but then he took over again.
I was losing my sanity; getting a little sexually loud, he told me to hush.
his fingers; O' yes his fingers
Down my nose, my lips, my chest, my stomach to my private hole I couldn't tap out, and I couldn't fight this
Biting, sliding down the soft queen-sized bed
He was all up in my head fuckin every little bit of my mind and body up.
Gripping my breast cup, he wiggled on my nipples;
He sucked on it. I begged and wondered when he would hit

Fire burning red sex
I could feel his drops in me, but it was hot; the way he made me think, he made my body feel real and my mind; his sex was ideal.
I needed water to drown in pleasure.
Tot, I needed Rodz to feel the heat.
When he touched me, my heartbeat
All along, he was my fantasy, the exact feeling of ecstasy.
He isn’t tripping despite my body slipping.
I could feel his fingers sliding down my body.
I think that was me, but he had this look in his eyes that showed he loved what I was doing.
It was just the two of us. It felt good—alone, with music and a dark room. I felt the attraction.
his smile, body fragrance

his kisses, his tight squeezes
Loved his teases
He loved my pleases
no more hesitation
I did what he liked without him telling me.
He did what I liked without me telling him.
It was like a body course.
We had an outline, a textbook already built in our lustful minds.
Then, we used theories and practicals to make fire sex.
Cos we waited for this better than birthday sex, wedding night sex, virgin day sex.
Or whatever notable sex titles all may have

In a million years, I never thought anyone had magic fingers
It was magical sex
But it wasn't what it seemed cos I waved my hands, and it was my turn to fuck his mind up.
I thought I was fucked up, but he got fucked up more by the feeling of sucking him up for the longest time, watching him grasp for his last breath of air.
pulling on my hair, asking for me to shut him up
While grabbing my tender breast, he cupped was into me into the sex.
I was into him, into the sex, despite my constant annoying text.
That came ringing my phone down.
His body was my town, and I was willing to run it.
I didn't think about what was next because I wouldn’t stop till this man knew whose boss.
Then, I get on top with different positions non-stop.
A few sex decades later, he confessed how obsessed he was with my wet insides.
It was weird, but I couldn't stop dripping.
I guess I was caught up with how he was hitting.
my sensitive spots
He said: your inside is tight, wet, and most shocking, it is warm:
A girl more complicated than just her personality

it felt good watching him sigh again and again
Then he stretched me down. There was an absolute pleasure.
He lifted his head from the bed.
And I was stressed about kissing my lips. I never let anyone kiss those lips, but his lips were sexier, softer than mine. I like him to have them for as long as he needs them to hang unto the pleasure hidden underneath those white sheets.
with me down below
Deep passions
intoxicated actions
A few drinks could make you tighter or looser.
A few smokes could get you blank, too; get you weak, too, depending on who you're with and your mindset.
We both knew what we wanted.
And how we wanted it, but we tried to figure out WHY we wanted it. He knew the perfect words to say that could make me go crazier and let him have it his way.
He was a turn-on, and when he hit my G-spot, he was more than super hot.
strawberry cheesecake
I needed to make a night to remember.
And so did he. We went deeper and deeper into the night, sex in passion; I got thirsty, but his lips were sweet and juicy, quenched my taste; I couldn't stop kissing them.'

We laughed and joked around, and it was happy sex.
What most people strive to have
Last night he was cute when he laid down on me, he made love, and he fucked
A real man, he knew how to do both perfectly.
without flowers and candles made me die in sex crime scandals
I craved his lips. I struggled to get his body on mine.
I strived to feel him inside me again and again.
The feeling of my clothes reaping off
My panties slid off
his hands and legs stretching
our lips touching, my fingers scratching
and my teeth biting
I cried out. I never cry out; I'm a silent teaser.
But he brought out the pleaser.
In me, isn’t any doubt he won't be out of my mind anytime soon
Maybe never; maybe he's here to stay physically and sexually; there's an attraction.

Emotionally, I am slipping with passion.
Dying in his undecided actions, I love remembering every little bit of our night.
A memory that would surely last forever
Cos I got my fingerprints on his body and his teeth marks on my body.