I Can't Wait
I’ve been thinking about your pussy all day; it’s been saturating my mind. The pictures you sent didn’t help, they didn’t help at all. When I get home I’m thinking back shots, powerful, powerful thrusts… with my hands full of your hair, no running from me. I’m thinking about you looking back at me and… you telling me to fuck you.
I can’t wait to touch you, to feel your skin pressed upon my fingertips, upon my lips… the breath you take right before your mouth engulfs my dick. I’m thinking about us getting and being butt ass naked. I’m thinking about you slurping the shower water off me like kool-aid. You got me in here checking the time and… I can’t wait.
I can see your booty crashing into me as you throw it back. A smacking sound ensues as the palm of my hand collide with your cheeks and I watch you ride this wave. Tempered strokes, just to turn you around and put my hands around your throat appearing still collective. But a beast all the same, all one, the inner me and outter me plunging… in and out of you, touching everything along my way.
The obstacle of stilI have to get to you first, got me rock hard and sighing… dying… living and livid. I’m coming home to you and I’m gone get it. Your voice is the equivalence of your tongue in my ear hole lubricating my soul. I say… stop playing without me, it’s not fair when I’m stuck here. It’s turning my work place into a limbo where time is standing still. I know your pussy better than you do and it’s not voodoo. I’ve been thinking about you, calculating game planning. I’m to the point… I had tell myself not to get a speeding ticket on the ride home. I hope you know, I’m bringing a whole lot of dick with me
I’ve been… thinking about your pussy all day and the traffic got my attitude on tragic. I’m finding right now, I need some of that black girl magic, I’m in need of your tender love. I need that shit you been talking about, the shit you been licking your lips and saying, boooooooy… you ain’t ready for this pussy. This is what she tells me, knowing what I'ma do to her to prove my love. Starting on the couch… let me get real with you… let me get… real deep in you… let me taste what seeps from you.
I want to talk close in a french tongue to your pussy face to face, let’s conversat. You tell me you’ve been extremely wet from having me on your mind all day, I can’t wait. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting you and hours stand between you and I. I can see you now… trying to take this dick down halfway thru a true dick down calling me… Mr Dick’em Down.
Maybe it’s the creamy mess you’re going to make on my person. Maybe it’s the way you start cursing; maybe… it’s the look in your eyes; as I begin to intoxicate and overload the space inside of you made for me. In my own vanity, and in your utopia, I want to hear you say it, tell me… it’s mine. Vowing and promises, get you wetter and wetter, better… and better with each stroke. I can hear it in your voice… in your breathing, your soul leaving. I want to feel you cummin on my dick so so so so so bad. You’ve been working so hard, grinding and wetting your way there, making a mess of things.
I’ve been thinking about your pussy all day. With so much going on in our lives and in this world, tonight, you are of my only concern, my soul purpose. I’m already contemplating… I might cum inside you when you say cum inside you. Deep and strong, deep… and strong, when I buss, I want you to feel how much I missed you. Like I been thinking about it and out of anger drinking about it. I’m just 30 minutes away and I can smell it already; I can feel it’s desire and my need to stop your pain. Looking at the pictures you sent, at the red light, after it turns green for way too long. I’ve been thinking about your pussy all day… and I can’t wait… I can’t wait until I get home.
-Midnight
