It’s been far too long Miss Touchy since I tricked you with my sleight of hand.
Like Copperfield and Houdini, pretty soon as the words cascade across your mind, I will make you look one direction while I am doing something else. It is all part of my sinister plan to pull you in, engage you, make you clutch your heart, then your netherworld, as you begin to realize that man with the words somehow just made you dripping wet. I intend to build you up with anticipation and make you wait for the inevitable sexy ending, all to find out in the aftermath that I was toying with you all along.
So you may want to ease back in your seat for this one little lady — I have one motivation and only one motivation right now.
I want to make you cum.
The orgasm that currently resides inside your feminine body has my name written all over it and I’m going rip it from your soul like I am starting a lawnmower. You see, my ego is a dangerous force to be reckoned with at times, and right about now, he is starving for your legs to shake.
But before I start down the path of Abracadabra, I think it’s time to remind you of something that holds relevance. There was a time, for those of you who remember, when my old narratives came with a plea. When I used to ask you to come along on a magic carpet ride with me and touch your little kitty on my command.
Yes – you can start to expect that again.
You see, like the Tiny Dancer, I’m going to make you pirouette soon. And like when I was your Huckleberry, I am going to make you say “When”. And like “When I Had You At Hello”, Miss, I’m going to make you touch your kitty for me, and when you do it, you are going to imagine my face between your legs.
So, like before, toes up and legs spread, because it’s about time you fancy the idea of me taking you and breaking you down.
Above all, I am going to make you put your fingers on your clit and rub your pussy until your knees give out. No stopping, until you cum — for me. Not for your man, but for me. I’m going smile right into your fucking face when I do it.
So come along Miss, because I know your day has been a hard one. I know you are sick and tired of the monotony that makes up your daily grind. And I know, right about now, feels like the right time to start in with the Word Porn.
Now I need you to free your mind and slide your hand between those delicious legs, find those soft lush thighs, run your feminine fingertips along your inner legs all the way up to your lips, and then come on a little adventure with me.
Don’t do it for me. Do yourself a favor and place yourself in the frame of mind that I am talking to you and only you — because I am.
I am only talking to You.
Are you ready yet? Is your hand on your Kitty? It should be. Now come along with me, Miss…
It has been over a month now since you met him.
You struck a chord in an online chat, starting off like any other back and forth, but there was nothing standard about this once the words started flowing. Soon, it spiraled out of control and before you knew it, the ache was more than you ever felt in your life.
It started off as just interesting banter but the connection was undeniable and soon all bets were off. You didn’t even live in the same time zone for fuck’s sake, but it took you all of the first week until you knew with absolute certainty — it was just a matter of time before he was inside you.
“Fuck”, you wanted him.
And fuck did I want you.
You didn’t really want to acknowledge that it was probably dopamine that pulled you like a puppet on a string — all you knew is fucking wanted him. And fucking bad.
“But you are grown-up”, you kept trying to tell yourself. “There is no way that this can go anywhere, anyway”, you repeated in your own mind.
But, fuck! The ache was all that mattered after a certain point.
Fast forward to the moment you crossed into the room in that house that he booked, with him standing there in front of you. Shaved head, green eyes, and a passion in his character that made his written words seem bland. For the man staring back at you was boiling inside – not because he ‘wanted to fuck’ – but because of every single woman in the history of the entire fucking world…
He wanted You and only You.
Raw passion on a scale measured in Richter Points. He wanted to make you cum so fucking bad, and it was a matter of time now before he was doing just that. Moving in on you with purpose, he had no desire at this point to pretend that he was being chivalrous or a gentleman.
No – he wanted to rip your fucking clothes off and pin you down as he fucked the living daylights out of you. He wanted your mascara running down your face and your hair stuck to your neck. He wanted orgasms in the double digits. He wanted intensity.
That was much more in-line with where his mindset was. The romance version could wait; he was primal and so were you.
Kissing you came first and you felt it in your bones. Tossing you down onto the sofa he couldn’t help any plans he might have had before this, so he lifted your dress up and put his face between your legs. You never knew until this moment getting your pussy eaten could be so intense.
Orgasm after orgasm washed over you and you did everything in your power to establish eye contact, as infrequent as it was. Leaning back, you felt every flick from his mouth as his tongue and upper lip battered your nerve endings until you collapsed so many times you lost count.
A firm grip around your neck was your introduction into rough play. Slaps across your tits as his fingers pelted your insides could not have felt more right even though the aggression was akin to war. Orgasms never letting up, just leaning back in that sofa to feel what it truly felt like to be taken – by a real man.
The hard cock deep inside you with hostility and a kiss to remind you of his adoration of you, your pussy was beating like a drum and already aching from the intensity of the no-holds-barred passion you’d withstood up until this point. Being filled by a man you had never ached more for than, the sex could not have possibly been better as you both came together, knowing you had more in store ahead of you.
So tell me, Miss. Did you touch?
Because you should have.