ah, those heels

i loved her in those heels. it wasn't that i didn't love her without them, but in those heels, be still my loins (but only if need be.)
what i loved was the gorgeous line that it gave to her calves, which i yearned to trace (with hands/tongue/teeth) from ankles to beyond, way beyond. and i did.
and what i especially loved was the curve of their soles, where heels met soles, and how they fit so perfectly in the web of my hands when i spread her legs, held them aloft, and entered her...fucking her, fucking her, and fucking her some more.

do me, do me, do

i know i'm not her be-all and end-all. perhaps it's those subtle hints that she drops. when we last met at the door, quickly against the wall, me on her, her nails already digging through my soon to be removed clothes, my lips/teeth/tongue on her ear/neck/shoulder, she whispered to me, "ah, my favorite fuck-toy", while grinding her privates against mine. (i'm a quick study that way.) and that's fine with me, i like what i give and what i get. she uses me as her toy (and i provide some additional ones) and i ensure and assure that we reach mutually blissful orgasms as often as we are able. at times, i may want more, but that's not the point, the point is that those times, the wanting and having and enjoying those moments is what we have. she can do with me what she will and i'll return the favor(s).

touch/remember

i touch/hold/stroke myself (often) to remind myself of what your touch/fondling/stroking/sucking/fucking/cuddling feels like.
and i don't come remotely close to those feelings.
bring it, please bring it.

so you say

you told me that you'd seen enough, touched enough, felt enough, fucked and sucked enough, wanted enough (maybe more, maybe too much), and now it was time to go back to the real world.
for now, you no longer needed me (but, perhaps, wanted more.)

observation

i could stand in front of this window and take in the sights for a long, long time. yes, it'd be fine to stand here naked watching the traffic flow here and there as i am. as we are, in this moment, in this place. and it's all the better observing with your back leaning into my front as it is. it's a pleasure to watch others jetting off, flitting about their business, as we loll about, your ass serving as the ideal fulcrum for my cock, nestling it there ever so delightfully. yes, we watch, saying little, us feeling me hard (as we both do). we survey the scenery, my hand grazing all about you, doing a seemingly braille review of every curve of yours. our small verbal acknowledgments of touches that please us serve as our soundtrack. my hands slowly move all about you, yours in firm grasp of my ass, holding me tight against you, with small rolling thrusts, all of this will lead to more, and more still. we here in our slow motion taking it all in, them at full speed going about all that they have to. we're doing exactly what we need to. today. this moment. in this room.

moonbound

she said she'd take me to the moon,
and she did.
cock in hand, i re-live the trip.
often.