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By *ags73 OP Man 46 weeks ago
glasgow-ish |
It’s never detailed and clear and sometimes I know who and roughly when, other times it’s less clear.
I see memories in fragments. Moments, sometimes seeing just minutes, sometimes recalling hours.
Brushing that blonde girl’s hair, feeling it through my fingers, seeing her relax into my arms as I do it, feeling her warmth against me, and unlike in reality, she turns to kiss me.
Gently at first, I have to put the brush down, take in what’s happening. She turns around more, meeting my eyes, smiling. Nodding.
Kissing harder together , my hands moving, bringing her closer. Feeling her tongue go past my lips reacting to it, everything I wanted then.
To grab at each others clothes, feel her skin against mine, her arms around me, face beside mine..
Or being gently woken, other hands at my hips, her black hair way down there.
She firmly pulled off my boxers.
‘Uhh’ - she smiled and shushed me.
Fingers under my balls and other fingers around my cock.
Hardness from nowhere, my eyes taking in the soft morning light and that her head and hands were further down the bed.
Making me hard, making me feel good, her hands doing it all.
Then I feel her tongue and a jolt goes through me as it touches.
Licks and flicks. I uh and ah at every one, trying to stay still trying to take it in.
Closing my eyes, hand on that dark thick hair as she works down and up.
Thrilled, that electricity still in my body and as she continues I know my cock is twitching and reacting to her.
She takes her hand away and her mouth feels warm and wet as she envelops me. I feel my body rise and fall for her. Just involuntary.
She’s in control, sucking, licking, teasing me, making me moan, my head trying to process that it’s the morning.
She worked her magic, I came for her, she slid up my body to kiss me, share it. Feeling her breasts move against me and onto my chest.
She stops kissing.
‘I’m not done’
Her hand goes to make sure I’m still hard and she wiggles backward a bit and slides me in.. |
