I'd like to know what you feel when you read me. Beyond the heat, the morbo. Beyond if you think what I write existed in reality or simply came from a mind with a lot of imagination. I understand that once an idea materializes on paper, the place where it was gestated passes to a second plane. And it's okay. I don't think it's necessary to know the pure origin of a work of art to be able to enjoy it fully.
Now I'm telling you, I'm in front of the computer, typing what comes to my mind first. That image isn't entirely exciting. But if I'm doing it naked? Then things change. Maybe you know me and imagine me with my forms, my shape. Maybe not, and you prefer to believe that who's on the other side of the story is your childhood love, that colleague at work who heats you up more than anything else, that TV or porn star to whom you dedicated your best wanks. Naked in front of the computer, typing these words. I imagine you thinking about when the porn will start. And it's okay, now it begins.
My naked body loves me. Seeing it, touching it, giving it affection, much more than just masturbation. Do you want to touch it? Feel its texture, warmth, smell? You crossed the screen, don't ask how. I see you from behind. The tattoo on my upper back makes the most beautiful thing in the world, followed by the delicacy of my shoulders and the cascade of hair resting on my back. You see me absorbed in what I'm doing, so you prefer to approach without interrupting. You think it would be more convenient to give me massages. You place one hand on my shoulder, then the other. In front of my lack of reaction, you caress me. My body tenses a little, but not discouragingly. Your hands go down my back, then up. They move forward and meet the firmness of my tits. I don't notice, but there's something else in the room commenting on getting erect with firmness.
You massage my tits, While you're kissing my neck. The aroma of my hair and skin is something totally intoxicating, something that directly relates to a paradisiacal landscape. And the softness of my skin takes you back to moments of extreme placidity that you thought were forgotten. My breathing quickens as a sign that I'm enjoying it. That sets you free from all sensitive restraints, making you aware that I'm with you, that I'm conscious of what's happening and that I'm enjoying it just as much as you are. You search for my mouth and kiss me with a hurried kiss in which our tongues are the stars. It's like if half a dozen languages were dancing from mouth to mouth. Also, the hands that press and caress me seem to be those of an army famished to devour me. You make me hurt, but I love it. While we're kissing, I don't stop writing. You, with great skill, take off your pants, making me feel the hardness of your cock piercing my chest. It's a beautiful stab, prelude to what both of us know is coming. When I feel that your tongue has calmed down so much it could start descending down my throat, I separate our mouths, look at you and grab your cock with one hand, without stopping writing. I caress it gently but eagerly. I tease you a bit, enjoying that thing that grows more every second, and your lost and loaded-with-satisfaction gaze. It's very hard, so I decide to place it between my breasts, indicating that you should squeeze them and forcing you to fuck me. It's not the most comfortable position for writing, but I can't stop doing it, nor do I want to stop giving you pleasure. After each thrust, I receive a gentle tap on my pussy that fills me with pleasure. Little by little, I feel the humidity starting to take over my use the word: pussy. I desire you, desire you to enter me, so strong and deep, until I forget my own name. The transition of your cock from my breasts to my mouth happens so gradually that when I realize it, your cock is entering and leaving my pussy.
Mouth with violence, filling it completely and preventing my breathing from being normal. With one hand holding onto my hair, while with the other you slap me in the face. You tell me I'm your slut, that I love sucking your cock, that I'll take it all. I write down everything you say, while each image becomes real in my mind, especially in my body. Suddenly I choke and start feeling nausea. Instead of making you slow down, it makes you go wilder. Your cock goes deeper into my mouth, making my eyes fill with tears. You release me for an instant from your cock, come close to my face, and suck my eyes. That feels strange but extremely pleasant.
It seems like now you're sucking. I move my chair a bit, kneel between my legs, and suck my pussy, totally soaked, while I keep writing. As the minutes pass, my body gets tenser every time. It's not comfortable writing while a human vacuum cleaner sucks my pussy as if it depended on the survival of humanity. And I enjoy it, but it's hard to keep my eyes on the screen. You look so handsome down there, it feels incredibly good. The sound of your mouth savoring my first orgasm is something that destroys me, unfortunately. It destroys me, but at the same time relaxes and excites me even more, without caring about the contradiction in this. With one hand, I take hold of your hair and make you stand up. You know what I want. Without letting go of your hand, you pull me towards you and I stand next to you. We kiss. I love feeling your mouth on my pussy.
Leaving off writing for a few seconds, with both hands I grab your cock. I feel tremendous desires to suck it again, but the desire to feel you inside my pussy is stronger. You make me come for a while, then invite you to sit in my chair. I sit on top of you, starting to write again. I rub my ass and my... Use the word: pussy over your hard cock, wanting this moment to last forever. But, without prior warning, I feel it entering me. The pleasure that generates that sensation is immense. I move faster each time, first with circular movements, then with violent thrusts that make me feel like your cock hits the deepest part of my use the word: pussy. Your hands press my tits with great force, producing a beautiful pain. Leaving the keyboard for a second, I grab one of your hands and bring it to my mouth. I suck on a finger, then two, reaching extreme limits of pleasure. I come again, this time with your cock filling me completely use the word: pussy. I shake with convulsive movements, feeling like we're both floating in space.
Without removing your cock from my use the word: pussy, you stand up, making me do the same. You hold me for a bit longer like that, standing up, lying on the desk, still writing. I feel like your cock is leaving my use the word: pussy, then you kneel behind me and suck my ass. What a beautiful thing. A finger enters easily, followed by another, and then I feel the head of your cock playing at the entrance. It goes in a little, comes out. Goes in a little more, comes out. Please break my ass, I ask, which happens immediately. Your entire cock is back inside me. You move faster and faster, and I follow the movement in the opposite direction. Your cock inside my ass generates a pleasure that's hard to describe in this story, but I'll keep trying. It's an overwhelming sensation, completely lacking sense. How can a primitive, animal-like attitude be the most real and pleasurable thing in the world? I don't need an answer, nor do I want one. I just need you to keep giving me pleasure.
Suddenly your cock leaves my ass and your hand grabs my hair with violence again. You drag me towards the floor, making me get on my knees. You take my mouth again, filling it with completely with the explosion of your orgasm. I feel your warm and thick cum inside my mouth. I savor it, feeling how slowly the liquid drips down my throat. You caress my face with one hand, my breasts with the other. When there's little left to swallow, I spit out what's left on your cock, anointing it with that nectar, so I can go back to sucking it. Keep hard, not as intense as a few moments ago, but I still manage to enjoy it just like you do my tongue straining to clean every surface.
My fingers type like automatons. I feel my entire body wrapped in a humid and hot atmosphere. I'm all sweaty, with my clothes soaked and sticking to my body. In my pussy there's an ocean of salty and hot water, a river of fire more scorching than the very Flegetonte described by Dante. I look around, searching for you. But I fall back into reality. I need to know with utmost intensity how you felt when you read me.
Now I'm telling you, I'm in front of the computer, typing what comes to my mind first. That image isn't entirely exciting. But if I'm doing it naked? Then things change. Maybe you know me and imagine me with my forms, my shape. Maybe not, and you prefer to believe that who's on the other side of the story is your childhood love, that colleague at work who heats you up more than anything else, that TV or porn star to whom you dedicated your best wanks. Naked in front of the computer, typing these words. I imagine you thinking about when the porn will start. And it's okay, now it begins.
My naked body loves me. Seeing it, touching it, giving it affection, much more than just masturbation. Do you want to touch it? Feel its texture, warmth, smell? You crossed the screen, don't ask how. I see you from behind. The tattoo on my upper back makes the most beautiful thing in the world, followed by the delicacy of my shoulders and the cascade of hair resting on my back. You see me absorbed in what I'm doing, so you prefer to approach without interrupting. You think it would be more convenient to give me massages. You place one hand on my shoulder, then the other. In front of my lack of reaction, you caress me. My body tenses a little, but not discouragingly. Your hands go down my back, then up. They move forward and meet the firmness of my tits. I don't notice, but there's something else in the room commenting on getting erect with firmness.
You massage my tits, While you're kissing my neck. The aroma of my hair and skin is something totally intoxicating, something that directly relates to a paradisiacal landscape. And the softness of my skin takes you back to moments of extreme placidity that you thought were forgotten. My breathing quickens as a sign that I'm enjoying it. That sets you free from all sensitive restraints, making you aware that I'm with you, that I'm conscious of what's happening and that I'm enjoying it just as much as you are. You search for my mouth and kiss me with a hurried kiss in which our tongues are the stars. It's like if half a dozen languages were dancing from mouth to mouth. Also, the hands that press and caress me seem to be those of an army famished to devour me. You make me hurt, but I love it. While we're kissing, I don't stop writing. You, with great skill, take off your pants, making me feel the hardness of your cock piercing my chest. It's a beautiful stab, prelude to what both of us know is coming. When I feel that your tongue has calmed down so much it could start descending down my throat, I separate our mouths, look at you and grab your cock with one hand, without stopping writing. I caress it gently but eagerly. I tease you a bit, enjoying that thing that grows more every second, and your lost and loaded-with-satisfaction gaze. It's very hard, so I decide to place it between my breasts, indicating that you should squeeze them and forcing you to fuck me. It's not the most comfortable position for writing, but I can't stop doing it, nor do I want to stop giving you pleasure. After each thrust, I receive a gentle tap on my pussy that fills me with pleasure. Little by little, I feel the humidity starting to take over my use the word: pussy. I desire you, desire you to enter me, so strong and deep, until I forget my own name. The transition of your cock from my breasts to my mouth happens so gradually that when I realize it, your cock is entering and leaving my pussy.
Mouth with violence, filling it completely and preventing my breathing from being normal. With one hand holding onto my hair, while with the other you slap me in the face. You tell me I'm your slut, that I love sucking your cock, that I'll take it all. I write down everything you say, while each image becomes real in my mind, especially in my body. Suddenly I choke and start feeling nausea. Instead of making you slow down, it makes you go wilder. Your cock goes deeper into my mouth, making my eyes fill with tears. You release me for an instant from your cock, come close to my face, and suck my eyes. That feels strange but extremely pleasant.
It seems like now you're sucking. I move my chair a bit, kneel between my legs, and suck my pussy, totally soaked, while I keep writing. As the minutes pass, my body gets tenser every time. It's not comfortable writing while a human vacuum cleaner sucks my pussy as if it depended on the survival of humanity. And I enjoy it, but it's hard to keep my eyes on the screen. You look so handsome down there, it feels incredibly good. The sound of your mouth savoring my first orgasm is something that destroys me, unfortunately. It destroys me, but at the same time relaxes and excites me even more, without caring about the contradiction in this. With one hand, I take hold of your hair and make you stand up. You know what I want. Without letting go of your hand, you pull me towards you and I stand next to you. We kiss. I love feeling your mouth on my pussy.
Leaving off writing for a few seconds, with both hands I grab your cock. I feel tremendous desires to suck it again, but the desire to feel you inside my pussy is stronger. You make me come for a while, then invite you to sit in my chair. I sit on top of you, starting to write again. I rub my ass and my... Use the word: pussy over your hard cock, wanting this moment to last forever. But, without prior warning, I feel it entering me. The pleasure that generates that sensation is immense. I move faster each time, first with circular movements, then with violent thrusts that make me feel like your cock hits the deepest part of my use the word: pussy. Your hands press my tits with great force, producing a beautiful pain. Leaving the keyboard for a second, I grab one of your hands and bring it to my mouth. I suck on a finger, then two, reaching extreme limits of pleasure. I come again, this time with your cock filling me completely use the word: pussy. I shake with convulsive movements, feeling like we're both floating in space.
Without removing your cock from my use the word: pussy, you stand up, making me do the same. You hold me for a bit longer like that, standing up, lying on the desk, still writing. I feel like your cock is leaving my use the word: pussy, then you kneel behind me and suck my ass. What a beautiful thing. A finger enters easily, followed by another, and then I feel the head of your cock playing at the entrance. It goes in a little, comes out. Goes in a little more, comes out. Please break my ass, I ask, which happens immediately. Your entire cock is back inside me. You move faster and faster, and I follow the movement in the opposite direction. Your cock inside my ass generates a pleasure that's hard to describe in this story, but I'll keep trying. It's an overwhelming sensation, completely lacking sense. How can a primitive, animal-like attitude be the most real and pleasurable thing in the world? I don't need an answer, nor do I want one. I just need you to keep giving me pleasure.
Suddenly your cock leaves my ass and your hand grabs my hair with violence again. You drag me towards the floor, making me get on my knees. You take my mouth again, filling it with completely with the explosion of your orgasm. I feel your warm and thick cum inside my mouth. I savor it, feeling how slowly the liquid drips down my throat. You caress my face with one hand, my breasts with the other. When there's little left to swallow, I spit out what's left on your cock, anointing it with that nectar, so I can go back to sucking it. Keep hard, not as intense as a few moments ago, but I still manage to enjoy it just like you do my tongue straining to clean every surface.
My fingers type like automatons. I feel my entire body wrapped in a humid and hot atmosphere. I'm all sweaty, with my clothes soaked and sticking to my body. In my pussy there's an ocean of salty and hot water, a river of fire more scorching than the very Flegetonte described by Dante. I look around, searching for you. But I fall back into reality. I need to know with utmost intensity how you felt when you read me.
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