HIM

I crave him like no one before
He’s like a forbidden fruit
Exactly like Adam and Eve’s
Too much to not get teased
Making me purr without even a touch
Oh god, give me him, I want him so much
This celibacy is killing me
He’s the perfect prey, and I’m truly feeling him
We are on each others destiny, I definitely believe in it
Praying every night for that dick to be mine
Oh my, everything would be so divine
White mountains on every corner of the room
Fat blunt making it look like Doom
But we already used to it because bad behaviour is what rules
He’s a bad boy, I know it
I can feel it and almost taste it
Sour vodka tonic
I can already picture it
Face down, ass up, just the way he likes to fuck
White lines down my spine
Roll that Benjimen, baby, you know how I ride
Inhale and pull my hair while I moan,
Don’t make this moment fold
Be mine, oh baby, be mine
Be mine for at least one time
Let me taste you and see how you feel like
My thighs call out your name,
Desiring for that future moment to stay
I picture it over and over in my head,
And honey, it’s time to play.

I could get addicted to you.

We finally got there, after a very long drive on the saturated freeway. Entered to the back part of the venue where the concert was taking place and headed right to the front on the left side. The lights were bright, and as soon as the two lights that were blinding my eyes moved away, I saw him.  There he ways, rocking away on stage. Didn’t mind him though, knowing that his woman was somewhere on the back or side watching him, and probably trying to see who was eyeballing him. Right after the set ended, I went to the bar next door to get a drink. Caught up with some friends, and headed back to the venue. As soon as I crossed the gate, what a coincidence, he was walking towards my way with his girl on his arm. I did’t look, I just kept doing my thing and kept walking. I danced and sang the whole time the main band was playing. My eyes were closed while I was moving to the rhythm of the music, looked up and saw him across the stage, without her this time. I could just feel him watching me.
The concert ended and the group that I was with and I jumped back to the bar next door and got a couple of more drinks. That’s when he confirmed me that she was gone for the night, when I looked at my phone and saw a missed call from him. I just texted him back “bar next door”, gave him the green light on my side as well. Knew he wanted me to go after him, but this time, I wanted him to go after me. Everyone had their buzz on and were ready to keep partying.
He was planning to go back home, so I left to the hotel with a friend of ours. I didn’t have any expectations for that night, so I wasn’t hoping for him to go party at the hotel. I get off from my friends car, got my purse and started walking towards the room, and there he was again with the rest of the crew. Half a smirk appeared on my face because at that moment I knew that  I won, that we won (again).
Got in the room, placed the beers in the mini-fridge, and threw the bag of coke and weed on the table. Party was set and going, lines were being snorted. We still kept our distance; he was hanging on the other side of the room, then he got up and got his stash out and prepared some lines on another table. I went up to him and started a conversation, he offered me some and I took some. The way that he got me out of that hotel was by telling our friend, the one that got the room,and I if we wanted to keep partying at his place. Got my things and headed out. Lighted up a cigarette, turned around and noticed that it was only going to be the two of us. He called for a cab, we took off and arrived to his apartment. Started smoking out of an apple while he was getting some white lines ready along the coffee table.

It has taken me a while writing this, just keep getting interrupted with those hot, vivid memories. Okay, focus girl, focus.

Music was playing on the background, got comfortable on the sofa, he sat next to me, placed his arm around me as I leaned in.  Ours lips touched and tongues brushed. Heart rates started rising… I turned to face him, he hold my hand and leaded me to get on top of him, locked him down on the couch with my thighs around his. Placed my hands on his shoulders, and began kissing and giving gentle licks on his neck. Started from the bottom and went up to his ear tracing the way with the tip of my tongue. Took his earlobe and sucked it for a little while. Felt his body shiver and his hands moving to my ass. He slipped his hands between my legs and started caressing my pussy. Breaths were getting heavier and clothes were getting off. We took the situation to the bedroom, laid him down and got on top of him again, now I started from his earlobe down to his shoulders, took his shirt off, kept going down while kissing his chest, licking his stomach and lightly biting his hip bones. Looked up and he was looking back, I had his complete attention. Looked back down, unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned of his pants, looked back again, and he was still with me, paying close attention to everything I was doing. Unzipped him and went down.
There are two types of guys while they’re getting blown; the ones that look away and/or close their eyes throughout most of the act, and the visual ones, like him. It doesn’t make me uncomfortable, it makes me feel sexy. I would look up at him when I was down, see him with his mouth slightly open and just taking everything in, or wait, that was me. There I am, face down and ass up between his legs. I lift my torso, and crawled towards him like a kitty cat while making eye contact. Got back on top of him and we started dry humping, building up anticipation.
Line after line, kiss after kiss, fuck after fuck. That’s how five hours of our night went. It was just like a movie. I couldn’t get enough of him, and he couldn’t get enough of me. You know those kisses where you barely touch your lips? It’s more like an exchanging of breaths? Those I find very passionate, that simple act that makes you feel a strong connection with the person your with, as if you were one.
I tried going to sleep for a little, but he wouldn’t let me. He would start touching my butt and kissing my neck, getting me hornier and hornier.
“How many times can I fuck you before I leave?”
“As many time as you want, baby.”
He knows exactly where to touch me and how to talk to me. He accepts me as I am, as I do to him. He worships my body just as I do his. He loves it when I dance for him, and I do it with pleasure. I’m there to fulfill his dreams and needs, and do it willingly.
He sits down on the edge of his bed while I twerk for him on the carpet floor facing away  while he watches and masturbates. He fucks me there again in a way that I can’t move. He’s the one that makes me moan and wet the most. I love it. I squirm. I cum.
I get up and get on the bed, he places me on the edge so I that I can keep dancing for him. I thought he was standing behind me, but when I looked around, he was on his knees, having the full view of my plumped pussy and asshole. Damn, he loves it, and I love that he does. His arousal turns me on.

Unfortunately we only had one night for each other. I’ve been craving him since I got my foot out of his apartment. My mind has been busy reliving everything that happened that night. Like a porn movie left on replay.
He said that this couldn’t happen anymore because his consciousness started catching up to him, and I respect that.

But I know that he’ll be back.

They always come back.