workout

i went to my gym today. i hadn't been to that gym in eight days (count 'em 8!!!) i was concerned that i'd be out of shape a bit, though i did use a hotel gym for a couple of days on the road, but a hotel gym workout rarely matches what one does on his/her home court, and this was no different. so, today back to my welcome routine.
and today was Monday spin day, got in the early stretches, pull-ups, sit-ups, then spinning.
and i distracted myself during my spin cycle with thoughts of you.
and i found myself in a place where i'd been on a couple of occasions (previous notes of bliss apply here), which is on my knees on your bedroom rug (and i admit to not being the most creative in my erotic dreams, but i know what i like and it works for me) and so there i was kneeling on your rug, it's softness padded my landing.
and you were there too. in fact, at that point in time your legs formed a perfect V, which enveloped my head and neck. and your legs over my shoulders, your heels solidly placed on my shoulder blades, you pulled me deeper to you. and my lips, tongue, teeth toured your thighs, stopping here and there; you especially liked when my teeth traced lines here and there. and in time, my mouth reached your cunt.
you liked that even more.
and my fingers played along with my mouth. my tongue titillated, my fingers followed. your clit liked that.
and i tested that left side/right side sensitivity issue, and confirmed the expected results, but certainly all was appreciated, or so it seemed, judging from aural results.
my tongue went deep into you.
all of you liked that.
and your heels pulled me in tighter and closer.
and deeper, deeper
into you.
"yes, yes, yes" you said.
and yes, yes, yes, i tasted, licked and had more of you.
and more.
and you came and again (maybe).
"oh, fuck me now, fuck me now," you requested(?!).
and your legs spread wider,
allowing me to move up and between them, even more.
and i entered you.
and i fucked you.
and i fucked you harder
and harder still.
and longer and harder.
and you returned the fuck
every bit of it.
every thrust, every move, as you do so well.
and we had each other.
as we do so well.
until we didn't need to have more of each other.
at least, for that moment in time.

(and spinning, well, that's inconsequential.)