Josie’s on a vacation far away
Come around and talk it over
So many things that I want to say
You know I like my girls a little bit older
I just want to use your love tonight
I don’t want to lose your love tonight
Your Love, The Outfield
Well, I’m in a mood today, so I suggest that you dive a little deeper than normal with me right about now. I really would like for you to peel aside those panties currently hugging your sweet warmth and touch her, while you mentally feast on the vision in your mind of a man I so tactfully describe.
My advice: I suggest you find some quiet space for this one. Wetness will be my signature. You may want to wipe your thighs when this one is over.
You see, Miss Touchy, I am pulling out all the stops to make you lose your little pussy’s mind as you close your eyes and open them just long enough to read the next paragraph.
I am aiming to paint my masterpiece and I am going to use your erotic imagination as my canvas.
So, like all my most touchy Posts, I want your orgasm, and I want it for real. And I want it really fucking bad. So do yourself a little favor and play.
I want you to put yourself in a little story for me, and when you do, I want your fingers on your pussy when you get there.
My arrogance is just downright disturbing at times, yet here you are still, smirking along and shaking your head, though I am willing to bet you are easing back in your seat while anticipating what’s to come. Fingers exploring yet? No worries Kitty Cat, I will make it worthwhile.
And so the story goes…
Not all that long ago Miss Touchy opened her navy blue app on her smartphone. A message pops up on your alerts. This particular notification comes with a bright red circle and white text in the avatar.
The Romantic Dominant starts in with ”Hi there. Just wanted to say thanks for liking and reblogging my posts.”
It’s not long before you are little flushed when the conversation gets more personal. Before you know it, all the formalities are behind us and you know all you need to know. So you ask for a pic. To your surprise, He obliges.
“Seriously, you tell yourself? Not half bad.” You were expecting another slob. But not this time. Shaved head, green eyes, and a devilish grin that is just downright criminal. You have no idea cupcake. Imagine it staring up at you between your legs after I shook you to your core and you will have one-tenth of one percent of my charm.
The next picture to come however is aimed directly at your pussy. A GIF wink an eyebrow lift and your pussy just clenched up. “This motherfucker is good”.
Then the real question hits when you summon up the courage to ask: “whereabouts do you live?”
At this moment, I know what you are really asking.
You are half-relieved to know this mystery man lives nowhere near you. Not even close, in fact. “Thank God for that,” you tell yourself. This could spell trouble and you know it, so like any dirty little girl, you decide to dive a little deeper.
”What’s the harm? He lives time zones away.” You are really courageous now.
Right about that time a recent memory strikes you and your heart skips a beat. The fear sets in, even if it is blended in excitement. Your lustful anxiety is caused when you remember, last month, you booked travel for a personal getaway vacation next month, and it’s an hour away from where he resides.
Bloop. A new message.
”Do I tell him?”, you think. “Do I call his bluff?” You remind yourself that this is just the internet, and just games, and “it’s not like it’s Tinder or something.” This is just fantasyland.
Fuck it. You spill the beans. “I’ll be there next month actually.” You hit send.
Immediately your stomach drops. ”Oh shit”, you think.
Three weeks come and go and the communication is almost nothing. “Maybe he forgot. I know he is a busy guy. I wonder.”
Meanwhile, he hasn’t forgotten for a second. Each day it’s at the forefront of his thoughts. He has already replayed the event in his mind a dozen times, planning for each turn, twist, kiss, suck, hair pull, and finger inside you.
Each orgasm has a game plan. Each time you buck and kick he saw it weeks ago.
You had no idea but he started the foreplay long before you ever saw a picture, let alone felt his beard between your thighs.
A week prior you get the follow-up and full court press. Now you are fucking pining for this guy and you hate it. Right into the palm of his hands and he knows it. Can’t pull yourself away from the Posts, each one now has you at the end of it in your mind, but on a whole new level.
Landing at the airport and a week to yourself in the Hyatt. Your pussy could have set off the TSA with how excited you were at the airport. “Holy shit I want to be fucked good. Fuck!”
Hotel check-in and within an hour a text comes across your phone and a time is set. Mr. Blog shows up to meet you at dinner in the lobby and you make it through about five minutes before he drops a hundred on the table and you make a beeline for the elevator. “This motherfucker is going to be eating my pussy in less than ten minutes.” Nervous, sure, but far less nervous than you thought.
Key card lock goes from red to green and your hair is immediately in his hands. Shoved up against the wall face first and he is so rough with you that you would be turned off if it wasn’t for the passion behind it all. Fingers slide right up your dress and it’s pulled clean off in no time at all. Grabbing the meat of your pussy he is claiming ownership over you in every single way a person can.
Two fingers in front of your mouth and you hear him say “spit”. You oblige. Right over your clit hood and the circles start and the pressure starts and before you know it you are reaching for anything to keep from collapsing as you cum the first of many.
Tossed down onto the bed of your two-room suite and your legs are flipped back and you see a look in his eyes you have never seen in a man before. He is challenging himself, through how much he can wreck your body. Sucking your clit and pressing it between his lips and tongue with a passion and fervor like you have never known possible, you cum so many times you just give up keeping track and right when you think he is going to take a breather two fingers push inside you and your G spot takes equal attention as his mouth never stops on your pretty pink bean.
”Fuck! Goddamn!”, you shout. You cannot help it and you are lost in bliss. Now a finger inside your ass and you are fucking flipping around like a maniac. He hasn’t even unbuttoned his shirt yet.
After you cum again he slowly stands up, takes his time staring at your naked body ruined from excessive, well-executed foreplay, and it feels like an eternity before you see his hard cock pressing through his black boxer briefs. He drops all his clothing, except for his belt, which is fixed in both hands.
Pulling you to him, he pulls it right around your neck and the buckle side around your hair, and squeezes it, flips you over, presses two fingers up your ass, and pushed his hard cock right up deep inside you straight back to your cervix. He holds it there just to make you anticipate him more.
Adjusts his grip. Then pummels away on your beating pussy until you cum again, each time you feel his fingertips and head of his cock collide with each thrust.
He pulls back, yanks the belt towards him, and you know it’s time to thank him by taking in his cum. You know exactly how he needs it. He wants your eyes. He wants your smile. He wants to see a happy girl and you give him just that.
You suck the cum and your own juices right off of his cock and you do it with pride. You wait, for two words, and you smile even bigger when you hear them.