Absence Makes The….
He opened his door and smiled at me as I stepped inside.
God, he’s more gorgeous than ever.
It hadn’t been very long since we’d seen each other… well, what is considered long to others. But for me, nearly a month without his cock to play with was enough to drive me insane.
When he shut the door, he turned the lock, and in the same movement, pulled my body to his.
His lips were on mine, hard, eager, and so damn delicious. He didn’t kiss me often, but when he did, I was reminded of my biggest weakness around him. Those lips. Our tongues danced, the contact making me moan, and he bit my lip. He wasn’t gentle either. His teeth might have torn skin. Yummy. His mouth moved along my cheek, then down my jaw, and onto my neck. He bit me again, and sucked a little too. I knew I would have marks tomorrow.
He pulled one of my legs up and hooked it around him, bracing me against the wall. His hand wandered up my thigh, removing any fabric in it’s path. It soon found it’s target; my bare, shaven mound. He broke his lips away from my skin and looked at me, his fingers tracing along my outer lips. “I wonder if I still get the same reaction out of you.” One finger slipped inside, and I gasped. He grinned. Another, and I was squirming, trapped between his amazing body and the wall of his entry way. My hands were fumbling with the top button of his jeans, but that was soon out of the way. His cock was so hard in my hands. I was finding it difficult to stand.
He was at my neck again, kissing, sucking, and marking me. I couldn’t hold back as his fingers worked their magic in me again. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and held my breath until the shuddering subsided.

He lifted his fingers to my mouth. I licked them clean. “Good girl.”
He led me to his bedroom. He was done being nice – well, his version of nice. My dress was off in seconds. One hand held my hair at the nape of my neck, and the other pushed me forward onto the bed on all fours. He was behind me, and I winced when his palm struck my ass. Only once, and then he pulled my head back as his cock entered me. I bit my lip and arched my back even more, pushing back into him. He drove into me, harder and harder with every thrust. He was much bigger than I’d been fantasizing about for the last month, and my pussy was purring, another orgasm building.
He used my hair as a handle, and a way to balance. He was pounding me without mercy now, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I shifted my body a little, and reached one hand back to find where his cock was making contact with my soaked cunt. I started massaging his balls, and begging him to fuck his dirty little slut harder. But the way the hold around my hair tightened, I knew he was close too. My orgasm was building all throughout my body, heading towards my cock filled snatch. I met his every thrust, gasping and moaning openly now, begging for more, calling myself every name I knew he loved.

He pulled my head back as far back as he could, and his teeth cut into my shoulder. I screamed, and my release covered him, just as he filled me.
What can I say? Absence makes the…. Eh. It does wonders for a pussy.
December 2, 2012 at 9:14 pm
are you writing your book of evenings yet? : )
December 2, 2012 at 9:16 pm
It’s a process. It’s kind of nice to not have a serious chronology to follow. So I write a chapter here, and a chapter there. I’m excited though!
December 2, 2012 at 9:29 pm
I’ve learned a lot about men’s minds from reading your posts. I think theres so much value in them for that reason. Reasons beyong penetration – even though that’s the frosting on the cake…as a reader of what you post. I’m sure theres a lot you don’t post. Point? I think you could profit from a book like that. I’d buy it.