Waking up in the morning and there is this feeling deep inside, this urge, this necessity that you cannot exist without a sexual climax - NOW. Sometimes it almost hurts. I try to relax and think of the day's chores before me, but my skin burns, my breathing is fast, so fast. Images flash through my mind - of bodies intertwined, I don't want to see them, but they are here - limbs, thighs, cocks. Oh so firm, juicy, tasty cocks. My skin tingles, my nipples firm against the eiderdown. Touch me, feel me. For lack of you, it's my fingers exploring now - I have lost control, they are alive - all over me. Oh so warm, oh, so moist. There is a moan as I enter myself, there is a place that so urgently wants to be touched, in me, and touched again. Fantasies crowd my mind, bodies all around me, so eager, so HARD. And from all sides, they enter me, I am completely in their power, utterly and totally and .... aaah, yes, the world explodes around me, I shout like a wounded animal - and then a big silence sees the last waves of lust receed and I lie quiet. It's the morning of a lovely day.
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