not me

no, that's not my mouth. that mouth that you're kissing.

and no, that's not my hand making its way to your teasing cunt. and no, that's not my hand tearing at your sexy stockings. and no, that's not my mouth kissing its way up your thighs, those aren't my hands removing your knickers, spreading you wide, tasting you wet, licking you wetter, plunging my tongue into you, you wetter still. and no, those aren't my fingers guiding their way into into you, me all the while licking your clit, celebrating Int'l Clit Week (i received that dispensation, didn't they tell you?), and that is not my fully hardened cock humping your leg as i eat you to orgasm. and that is not me fucking you with your chrome toy, preparing you for my cock. that is not me, pinching your nipples. feeling you up, every bit of you.

(and while i want it to be) that is not my cock that you are toying with, preparing for another masterful sucking. (unlike any other. any other.) no, those are not my shaved balls (groomed for you!) in your mouth, and that is not my cock that you take a bit at a time and then fully engorge and tightly, wow, very tightly suck, deep and long and strong. that is not my cock that you are worshipping today.

and, most certainly that is not my cock entering you and slowly, rhythmically, deeply and then faster and then faster still and deeper fucking you. and fucking you more. and no, it's not me, flipping you over, with a handful of (red) hair, yanking at you, clawing at you. not me now fucking you, fucking you, fucking you furiously, and leaving red hand prints on your full bottom. fucking you to (yet) another orgasm.

and it's not me kissing you and kissing you more, and more and more still.

and no, no, no, (goddamit!) it's not me, that you will climb aboard and drive, not me who will slap your tits and fuck you deeper lifting you up off the bed. and it most certainly is not me, coming into you with a deep earned moan and with all of me, all of me, all of me.

(maybe, maybe some other time, but now, it's not me.)

easy

it's easy for me to remember

you spread wide for me, 

allowing me in, taking me in

and then you 

wrapping your self around me, 

serpentlike. 

we fuse as one, searing each other with each other. 

more, more, i want more.

need more.

pining for pinning

i remember. i want those times when
you are pinned under me. when i am furiously fucking you
and you are spread-eagled under me. and your arms and legs aren't going anywhere.
i'm driving.
and you're enjoying the ride.
and we are going; we are getting there.
fast. furious.

i thought (often) about how it would be
if/when
she kissed me
she touched me
she fucked me.
and then it did happen,
that she
kissed me, touched me, fucked me.
and
it was like no other.

partially clothed, that's how it'd be today. and panting. 

and wanting

and having 

each other.

and again.

and again again.

want

i want to see
my teeth marks on your shoulders
my sweat fall onto your back
my hand filled with your hair
your bottom squeezed into my hands.
your bruises, the day after.

listless, wonderful lines

we lay in bed reading, me on my belly, she on her back. she slowly drew her nails along my back, my bottom, my thighs and back up again and down again, drawing lines onto me, into me. here’s what I wasn’t doing: reading.