“Take these off of me.” I desperately begged him looking down at my underwear. I think he felt sorry for me, he knew how long it had been...how long I’d gone without dick. He knew how desperate I had become. That the throbbing sensation In between my legs had become a permanent family member of mine now,a heart beat I had never wanted. He came walking towards me slowly,as I sat up against the wall. He was fucking gorgeous, I couldn’t keep still let alone stand. His fingers found mine as I held my skirt from side to side,he watched. Our eye contact was intense, a prison sentence, we found one another naked as we saw each other for who each other was. He pushed past my fingers & up my skirt. Finding the straps of my thong sitting right above my hips, both of his thumbs reached down & brushed across my pussy. I cringed still staring into those beautiful swirls of green. When he felt how wet my panties were for a start, he grinned pleased. It had been so long I couldn’t control it down there anymore, any of it. He forced my panties down my thighs, my knees, he squatted down pushing my legs wider apart. I did as I was signaled to. I closed my eyes enjoying the feeling of someone touching my legs again. I picked one foot up & then the other & as soon as I knew it they were on the ground...& so was he. “Come here.” He let a hand out for me to take & I knew what he wanted me to do. I nodded no looking down at his crotch, so he would know what I wanted to do first...please him.He nodded no, more stern this time. “Get over here baby.” We we’re strangers, we hardly could remember each others last names, but still I found that I liked him calling me baby. Just him, nobody else. I took his hand & positioned myself to ride his face shyly. The very moment I felt his warm tongue of comfort , i collapsed against his chin in gushes. “UGHHHH!!!! AHHHHH!!! OH FUCKKKK!” I moaned for help already.Slime quickly overtook the lower half of me, a sticky pool of cum that I could feel escaping the gates I held prison from my own personal shitty choices of my past. What a moron I was! ♥️ READ BELOW♥️
Of my loves, remain the ashes.
Burning laughter to be smoked sorrow.
And here in mist, I miss nothing but smell.
Oh well, a heart beat is never beaten, knowing the beauty of dawn will come.
Unforgotten and uncounted.