Just Won't Stop

Hot and hard but ready, fast and slow but steady. Ready for you and waiting for you to show me what's under those layers, man I wish I had x-ray vision, I'd use my super powers to seek you out even if you were in prison - give me what you promised.

Had me at work, thinking about tasting you, feeling you...push in to you. Breaking through and boiling with anticipation, I can't stop texting you, wondering what you'd do if you only knew places I wanted to take you, you take me, make you know that I wanted to touch the inner most depths of you, you touch the most inner most depths of me, stimulate you, you stimulate me, I lust for you...hunger for you.

So, I lick my lips and twitch my hips, a primitive mating dance, I thirst for you. Going to sleep with you deep inside me, you my alarm clock rubbing and grinding me, playing with my food...you teasing me, you awaken me with blood pumping, I respond to you, extend to you.

My eyes roll back, sending me into an euphoric trance, I pull you closer and you throwing it back to me, so we dance to the beat of ass and dick, building up the thick results of our love-making, bed quaking, and I can't control my legs shaking, they're weak and I can't even stand and there's your hand touching again over my parts, we're two inter-twined hearts and we sit together, stare into each others' eyes forever.

When I thought we were done you pull me closer and I see in your eyes with no words spoken all the things you wanted me to do to you, I wanted you to do to me and again we rose...hot and hard but ready, slow and fast but steady...for the occasion, no more masturbating!

You squeeze me tightly and ever so slightly I feel the geese bumping all over my arms. Then the tingling sensation takes over me, like a rush - a wave, rip currents tossing and turning and sounds I'm moaning this must be a dream.

I'm yearning for you to be deep inside me where no man has gone before, pushing the limits and I try to hold it in but S.C.R.E.A.M. - Suddenly Can't Refrain Emotions All-over Me! ...and then you pull me closer - damn, he just won't stop - but who ever asked him to?

By Andrew J. Dorsey
July 25, 2011 - 6:35 PM

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Anonymous said…
Damn Drew!

~Emoetry
October 15, 2011 at 10:11 AM
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