toomuchtrouble1's Blog

My mind as visual and detailed as it can be, is usually more of a messy, cluttered room. My fantasies show up out of no where and consist of memories and fantasies all crashing together.
Today as I walked in from work I looked at some random porn. Eh no big deal, but then it hit me. My muse and something that I used to melt to.
We would find time to see one another and as always u wanted coffee. And I would stop and get u a cup, the way u wanted it. The whole night I would be so excited. My cock constantly tingling and throbbing for u. Thoughts racing through my mind. I Wonder what we would do and how we would do it.
I'm racing all over trying to get to u. You're texting me and leaving messages telling me how bad u were. How wet and horny for me. Only me. Sharing some dirty thoughts. Driving me mad. I'm getting so wet for u. Then I finally arrive. I'm Shaking with anticipation and pure excitement. I've missed u. I walk in and see you standing in your kitchen with a fluffy bathrobe on. You're so sleepy and I'm amused to see you move slowly and clumsily in your half asleep state. Your hair all tossled and hot. We hug and kiss but only for a bit as you need your fix. You need your coffee and you grab it and start to slowly drink. I instantly notice the French manicure and that you have your ring on. The ring that has a chain that goes to a bracelet. Mmm everything so hot.
As you drink you break free from your sleeply state and become a little more fluid in your movements. And you begin to snuggle a bit, touch a bit.
I'm throbbing and my cock is beginning to strain against my boxer briefs and shorts. You drink and move your hand over my growing buldge. You're killing me. I can feel myself soaking my underwear and you know this. And you love it. You're making me so hard that the ring of my cock is almost visible and definitely can be fealt.
My hands are shaking. My body is straining. I'm struggling to complete sentences and even thoughts. You're against me, pressing and moving. Swaying against me. Still drinking your coffee and dragging this out. You're shooting me flirty, dirty, want me looks. Flipping your hair around so i can smell you. But I fail to notice that you've snuck a finger under your robe and along your dripping wet slit. Before I know it you've taken that same finger and grazed it along my lips before slipping it inside my mouth. I'm done, l'm toast and you know it. You love this power over me. So easy for you.
Your coffee is in one hand now as your other begins to undo my zipper and belt. You see how wet you've made me and look up at me and give me the biggest Cheshire cat grin. And as you do your free hand slowly begines to grab a ha Stil of my cock and try to free it from my tight boxer briefs. There's a struggle just before it pops out. Damn your little hand feels so good. Cold against my hot cock. Your hand grabs my cock firmly and begins to milk my precum from. Its forming inn droplets to your excitement. You absolutely love this and I love that you do. You bend down and lick a bit. Then milk me some more creating a huge droplet that you instantly suck up. Damn, I have to hold on to the counter to steady myself.
You look at me and take a nice long drink of coffee and instantly drop down in front of me and take my cock in your mouth. Your lips, and tongue and everything is so hot from the coffee. I feel this sensation of everything being the same temp, my hot cock, your mouth and it all melts together. Your nails are against my skin and my balls as you play with me. Then I feel them follow my thighs to my ass. They begin to grab and dig in. Theres a little bit of wonderful pain equalled by so much pleasure as you slide all the way down my cock. Taking me so deep. Then back up part way and slamming down. I must be leaving finger imprints on your counter at this point.
You're making my cock so wet that my smooth balls are soaked and you notice and begin to play with them. Then stroking mg cock. Your nails looking even whiter against my skin. I can hear your bracelet as you stroke me.
You take another bit of coffee in and do it all over again. You tell me how wet you are. That you have streams running down your legs.
I couldt hold out after this memory took hold. I came so hard today that I soaked what I was emptying my balls onto. I passed out instantly. And to be honest I don't remember the passing out part. But I did wake up a while later soaked and sticky. Cum still dripping. As I tried to clean up there were strings of cum. I was a mess. And it was such a hot thought of my muse that I ended up cumming again. And here I am. And I may be ready again. Damn You woman

I miss you. And if you ever visit the site again you know who you are. I'm taking your advice and your wish and I'm going to try and put my thoughts down. To exercise that very vivid imagination you have said I have. To write so.e of the ideas and desires you have asked me to share. I hope you do stumble across the site again and once u do I hope u become instantly wet as youve said I can only make you.

I have actually lost count of the days since I last came. This almost feels like a confession. I should be able to remember as I'm positive it hasnt been too many. Four maybe? Man, I don't know. If its like this now I'm not sure I could go for 40 days and 40 nights like in the movie. I had thought of trying once. But I also thought of running a marathon too. And I think I'd be more likely to run a marathon without training then I would be to stop molesting myself.