#killatext

There’s something that I really want to experience that I have yet to.  It’s something that I often fantasized about.  Okay, I have done more than fantasize about it. I find myself dreaming about it.  When I am at work I find myself daydreaming about it and when I wake up in the middle of the night with my dick rock hard I know what I was dreaming about.  My fantasy is a woman talking to me as she takes control during sex.  Someone I shared this fantasy with explained that I want this so bad because I am usually the one in control during sex.  So it is no surprise that my fantasy would relinquish that control to a woman.  We often hear how women enjoy it when a man talks them through their nut.  Well, let me tell you this right here.  Men, well at least this one right here loves that shit too. 

Talk me through it while you’re sucking my dick.  Look me in my eyes as your mouth bobs up and down on my dick.  Tell me how good my dick feels in your mouth as you suck it.  Tell me how you've been thinking about sucking my dick all day.  I want you to drool all over my dick and make it nice and slick with your saliva that way your hand will easily glide as you stroke my dick up and down.  Tell me how badly you want to see my nut erupt out of my dick.  Please tell me how badly you want me to nut all over your face and breast.  Tell me how you want me to fuck your mouth until I fill your mouth up with my cum.  Tell me how wet your pussy gets when I firmly hold your neck and thrust my dick in and out of your mouth like it’s your pussy.  Tell me how you’re going to rub your clit as I fuck your mouth until you cum.

I want you to talk to me when I’m eating your pussy.  I want you to tell me how it feels as my lips and tongue travel down from your neck to your breast to your stomach until they finally reach your pussy.  I want you to talk to me and tell me how it feels as I spread your lips open with two of my fingers and slowly start licking on your clit. I want you to grab the back of my head and grind your wet pussy all over my face.  Tell me how good it feels as you spread your juices all over my face.  I want you to tell me how you want me to suck your clit.  Do you want me to suck it softly or hard?  Do you want me to stick a finger in your pussy while I suck clit baby?  Maybe you want me to stick a finger in your ass?  Maybe you want me to stick a finger in both while I lick and suck your clit.  I want you to tell me that if I keep sucking your clit and finger fuck you at the same time you’re going to squirt all over my face.  I want you to tell me how you can’t wait to squirt all over my face and kiss me when you’re finished. 

I want you to talk to me while I’m fucking you.  When I’m fucking you from the back tell me how you want me to pull your hair and fuck you harder.  Tell me how good it feels as my dick slides in and out of your warm wet pussy.  Tell me how my moans and grunts turn you on even more.  Tell me how your pussy gets wetter when I moan your name.  Tell me that if I don’t start fucking you harder you’re going to start throwing that ass back on me and show me how you like to be fucked.  Look me straight in the eyes while I’m fucking you missionary and tell me you want me to shoot all my nut deep in your pussy.  Tell me how badly you want my nut.  Tell me where you want me to shoot it.  Tell me to fuck you harder and faster. 

You know what I’m going to end this here because I think I’ve made my point. I just really want a woman to make me nut and talk me through it.

Yaki

I’m sorry that I made your pussy so wet while you were at work.  

I’m sorry it was hard for you to concentrate when I text you that I can’t wait to suck your clit when you get home.

I’m sorry that you were squirming around in your chair because you were picturing riding my dick.

I’m sorry your favorite panties were soaking wet when you thought about me fucking you front the back while I slip my thumb in your ass.

I’m sorry that you were at your desk squeezing your thighs close together when I sent you a video of my dick rock hard.  

I’m sorry that you kept rubbing your thighs because when you saw the sight of me making my dick jump in that video.

I’m sorry that when I text you “I can’t wait to lick around your nipples with the tip of my tongue” made your nipples so hard.

I’m sorry that you had to put on your jacket because you didn’t want anyone to notice them.  

I’m sorry that you were thinking about sneaking off to the rest room to play with your pussy.

I’m sorry that as you walked to the rest room that your wetness started to drip and slide down your thigh.

I’m sorry that when once you arrived at the restroom you couldn’t hold it anymore.

I’m sorry the thought of me licking circles around your clit made you raise up your skirt and pull your panties half way down as you leaned against the locked bathroom door.

I’m sorry that the thought of me writing my name all over clit with my tongue had you rubbing it in circles.

I’m sorry you were thinking about how I look in your eyes as I devour your juicy pussy as you rub it.  

I’m sorry your fingers were getting so wet as you rubbed your phat pussy over and over as you thought of me fucking you at work.

I’m sorry you started to cream all over your knuckles as you plunge your fingers in your pussy as you picture me pinning you against the bathroom door and fucking you hard and savagely.

I’m sorry that your pussy was so wet that we was making that loud smacking noise it does.  

I’m sorry that when you picture me fucking you from the back and squeezing your breast you started to rub and pinch nipples.

I’m sorry that you got upset when you realized that you left your purse at your desk and that pocket vibrator you keep is inside.  You know the one you sometime break out when you’re stuck in traffic after work.  

I’m sorry that you had to put your hand over your mouth to keep anyone from hearing your moans.

I’m sorry that made you a little angry because you couldn’t rub your clit and finger fuck your pussy at the same time.

I’m sorry that your legs started to wobble and your heart sped up as your climax grew near.

I’m sorry that your pussy noise grew louder as your pussy got wetter.

I’m sorry that as you started to cum your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you had to bite down on your hand in order to keep from moaning out loud.

I’m sorry that you were so caught up in what you were doing you couldn’t hear or you didn’t care when someone knocked on the bathroom door.  Lucikly they walked away to find an unused rest room.

I’m sorry that the rest room was filled with your sweet pussy aroma once you were finished.  

I’m sorry that your pussy was so wet that you didn’t even bother putting back on your panties.

I’m sorry that you had to work the rest of the day without wearing any panties .

I’m sorry that I contribute to act of you playing with your pussy at work..

I’m sorry that the thought of me fucking, licking, sucking, kissing and fingering you made your pussy so wet.

I’m sorry that you will spend the rest of the day thinking about us fucking once you walked through the door.

I’m sorry that…..you know what fuck shit.   Fuck all that shit I said.   I ain’t sorry.  I will do that shit again.  Hell, I’ll do that shit every day if I can.  I love knowing that I make your pussy so wet.  I love knowing that when you play with your pussy you think of me eating your pussy and licking your ass.  I love knowing that when you close eyes and right before you cum you’re thinking of me.

I’m sorry baby but I didn’t mean what I said.  I’m not sorry at all.  I’m not sorry

I’ve been meaning to tell you this for quite  sometime.  I’ve put this off way too long and it’s time I finally tell  you how I feel and what I need from you.  I look directly in your eyes  and I let it all out.

I’m going to need you to go  out your way for me the same way you’ve gone out your way for other  people.  I’m going to need you make my happiness a priority.  I’m going  to need you do more things I want to do.  I’m going to need you be more  supportive and positive of my dreams.  I want you to allow me to be who I  am.  I’m going to need you be more understanding and accepting of my  short comings.  I’m going to need you not to be so negative at times.   I’m going to need you to understand that road to success is paved with  failure.  I’m going to need you to let go of things that you can’t not  change or control.  I’m going to need you to tell me that I’m  beautiful.  I’m going to need you to look pass the scars, the pain and  see that beauty.  I need you to accept me.  I’m going to need you for  you to stop ignoring my pain.  I need you to stop telling me that I  should hide my feelings. I’m going to need you stop giving your all for  those who give you nothing.  I need you to be and do better for me. I  need you to stop looking for love in the wrong places and people.  I  need you to give me the same love that you give to others.  I need you  to love me, to really love me.

I stand quiet for a second and I say it again and again louder each time.  “I need you to love me.”   I think I finally made my point.  I look at my image in the mirror one  last time before walking away and remember the words that I’ve said to  myself.  

Yaki

I want you to feel comfortable being naked around me. When I say naked I’m not speaking of being in the nude but showing me you entirely. I am speaking about baring your soul and exposing yourself to me.  I am referring to you letting me see you as you are.  I want you to feel comfortable enough with me that you are willing to show me what others are not allowed to see.  Where you feel that you can show me your scars.  When I say scars know that I mean literally and metaphorically.  

Sometimes we hide our scars because we feel others will not completely understand them or sometimes when we show people our scars that is all the can see. They use our scars to define who we are. They do not see the person but only the wound.  I want you to feel comfortable knowing that I would see your scars as only a testament of your strength.  Why others might see wound I see a badge.  When soldiers do something heroic they are usually given badges to honor them.  Well your scars are nothing but badges that are handed to you by life.  It’s life’s way of honoring you because you didn’t give up.  You are still here, still striving and moving on.  You are a survivor.

Your scars may tell a story but they are not your story.  You define who you are not your pain.  As I said before your scars do tell a story.  The most important part of that story is that you are a survivor and that you are still here.