My Bible

The motion of your fingers when united with my russet skin brings numbness throughout my body, and then chills soar up and down my spine. My mind sky rockets with trillions of freaky mischievous thoughts I just want to do to you and with you. The cool breeze that lurks around the backs of my earlobes as you blow and kiss in the smalls of every area. You thrust yourself on top of me, and I sense a standing ovation without the lost of clothes. As bashful as I may seem, I love every moment of it. Even with the timid expressions that come across my face as times, I still yearn for it. I play it innocent but even Jane departs from her reserved ways when Tarzan is enacted.

Cut the small talk, lights out, and music playing, artist singing future actions in which we are about to perform. Same routine every time, that we got it locked down, throw away the key. Candle light beaming off the walls, allowing me, to watch me, watch my shadow as i gradually abandon my clothes. Us wearing the best of attire, our birthday suits. Firmly capturing each others' essence, I shy away from the eye contact because even though your physically here your not mentally, so I never emerge my fantasy with the truth of reality, fore that will be a lie to me, and I don't live the propaganda life. With the desire to do a whole lot more, I prohibit it, just the same way I prevent myself to feel.

Confidently you go from touching me to holding parts of me in the cups of your hands. Circling your index finger around the circumference of my nipples, causing tangles all over. While continuously playing with one you consume the other, resulting in me feeling the tips of your tongue swirling around the perimeter in clockworks motion. You make sure not to give one more attention than the other so you constantly switch positions. My body jerks for the passion of sexual engagement, I begin to moan but then I realize the show has yet to start and the curtains are still drawn close. I keep it to a minimum, in which permits me to hear the soft whisper of your voice longing for a good fuck.

I glance up , and you draw back, just to give me a little tease…and then you repeat your trickery once again but soon after you give in. I motion you to draw closer so I can taste your lips, I bite down on your bottom lip, and suck on them as if they were a blow pop cherry flavor. While our lips are locked I can tightly feel you pulling at the sides of my love handles. Enough is enough, the suspense is drowning me, I want the real thing. Without saying it, you feel the same way I do. You rise from on top of me and watch as I gracefully remove my risky red panties, and soon after your boxer drop as well. I glimpse up and already you initiate the first move, climbing on top of me until we reach head level. Wet as a running faucet, you touch down and play around, but I wait for the real amusement. As you go to insert my body become an ice berg stuck on freeze, the first stroke does me wonders but I thirsty for many more to come, it's the appetizer before the big meal.

The deeper you hit, the more thrilling it gets. You hit the core every time, but I will admit I hold back. I couldn't and still can't make sense of how you feel so fine. Even though I don't say much, I feel much. I adore every event on our adventure. From the acceleration to the decline of your rhythmic pattern. How I love how you dig but it feels so tender. You turn me over, where I lay my chest on the bed, but my back portion stays raised, while holding on to my waist you insert. Your hands then move down to my hips, and at times to the middle of my back to adjust my curve to suit your comfort. You stride with swiftness and the tempo is just perfect. At times when it feels so overwhelming I place my face with relief in the sheets. I want to reach my climax without breaking my composure. And once I get mine I wait for you to get your. We lay in silence breathing with exhaustion,and I think why is it I hold back, and have so many limitations with you.

It’s because something that feels so good feels wrong. Sex with no strings is never sex with no strings, there just so thin they can’t be seen with the naked eye. To feel me is to know me and vise versa, and I never felt like I knew someone for so long but knew so little. I choice to fuck with you because your different in some weird crazy way. And though my little story wasnt suppose 2 turn out like this, I felt the need to let you know as weird as our relationship is, I do care about you enough to say I wouldn’t want you to ever give up. The little bit of time we do spend together I do enjoy, and we have been cool for this long for a reason, and even though we joke around about not fucking with each other no more we will always have one another..I wont give up if you wont give up, and you wont give up cuz I wont let you..