Who are you?

I have really found him. Whom might you ask?

 

A man whose soul seems to speak to me of a spirit I have long since let die. Sometimes I wonder if life’s plan is to put temptation before you and try your patience and your will to be strong.

 

I find myself thinking of him. I do not know him. I have never even heard his voice, yet I know him. I can hear him laugh and see the smile as it lights his eyes. And though you may think I’m foolish, I can taste his lips on mine. I already know how he would kiss. I know what his touch would feel like. I shall, if you don’t mind, allow my hands to type the images I see before my eyes.

 

He walks with a joy for life in every step. His eyes smile at the words he does not say. But his touch is something I would die for.

 

I know he is gentle, loving, and kind. Yet, for all his gentleness, I know he would be a beautiful lover. I can feel his hands as they take hold of my arms. Pulling me close as he bends down to capture my lips with his. I feel myself tremble as the kiss begins.

 

I dare to hope that he does not find me foolish, as it is obvious that I am reacting like a teenage girl who has first been touched by the boy who causes feelings she did not know would exist.

 

Yet, I am a woman with fire, passion, and a thirst to be loved, and I can feel the throbbing begin. The throbbing that only a man can fulfill.

 

As his kiss deepens and I wrap my arms around his neck, I run my fingers through his hair and hold on tight, for his touch is enough to make it hard for me to stand. Who are you that you have so captured my imagination and made my body long for just a look from you? Did you have any idea that sharing the little bit that you have shared would cause such a reaction from me?

 

Would you be surprised that I want to see you, if only to find out if this restlessness in me could really have been inspired by you?

 

Would I see, mirrored in your eyes, the same feelings?

 

I know I long to feel your hands all over my body. I want you to run your hand over my ass and then grip me firmly and pull me into you. I want to know if your cock will react, and I will feel its hardness pressing against me. Will you know that I have begun to drip at the thought of making love with you?

 

I can feel my mouth becoming wild with the thought of having your cock inside, where I can lovingly lick and suck you deep into my mouth. My tongue is anxious to run down the length of your cock and dip into the crevice where I would find you dripping as well. I want to sit beside you, watching as you close your eyes at my touch. I watch you quiver as my long, slender fingers and soft hands play with your body. I need to lay my face against your chest and feel your arms wrap around me as my hands continue to explore your body.

 

Skin touching skin. The fire is building up inside me as I hunger for you to enter me and make love to me. The feeling as the tip of your cock nudges at my opening...

 

Yes, you slide deep into my wetness, and you fill me. It isn’t just the feeling of your cock deep inside of me as much as it is the feeling inside of me, as I find that you cause such deep reactions in me that the tears well up in my eyes. I lose myself in you and begin to moan from deep within. My hips are moving to meet you as the union of two souls becomes one.

 

How is it that you have made me feel these things? Who are you? Why has this happened?

 

No, I tell myself this cannot be and will not be. I would be aghast to think that you might know that I have come to think of you often. I wonder what your life consists of and who you make love to. I am smarter than this. I know how foolish it is to think this way.

 

Yet, even as these thoughts pass through my mind, I feel you withdraw from me and ask me to kneel on the bed. I will do as you ask, and you will take hold of my hips and gently slide into me from behind.

 

Oh my God, I have become lost in the feel of you.

 

I want to move quickly and have you fuck me hard and fast to bring me to the orgasm that I feel building within me.

 

You tease me with your slow rhythm. You will not allow it to be over so quickly. I must savor this feeling, as I have not felt it for such a long time. I can feel that wet cock sliding in and out without saying a word. You know just how I like it. You know that I love the wetness and how I want to feel it on my ass. You rub your silken cock all over my ass and then guide yourself back into me. You have increased the pace as you begin to fuck me harder. I am meeting every thrust that you make, and I am ready to explode.

 

Just when I know I can wait no longer to cum, I hear you as you begin your climax, and I know that I will nearly faint.

 

Yes, oh yes. Let us cum together.

 

As you empty inside of me and I clench you tight with my pussy muscles throbbing all around your hard cock, you slow and hold yourself inside of me, allowing me to finish my orgasm. I have been thoroughly made love to, and you turn me onto my back and lie down beside me. You kiss me gently and run your hands softly around my breasts. You kiss me, and I know I have come home.

 

Who are you?

 

How have you done this to me?

 

I know this: no matter who you are, I will relish the feelings you leave me with and the dreams I find myself having. Don’t be afraid. I ask nothing of you. You shall never know that this is how I am feeling.

 

But I will, and I will find myself asking over and over again,

 

Who are you?