I haven’t forgotten how to fantasize…I promise…
Soft hands, smaller than my own, caress my shoulders casually drifting to my breasts. Lifting, feeling the weight of them, those soft hands gently squeeze and mold my breasts. A gentle moan escapes from my mouth. I tremble with anticipation and nerves.
Soft lips follow her hands, kissing and nibbling across my collarbone down to pert nipples. My breath catches in my throat. A hot mouth finds my breasts, tasting. My back arches towards that wet heat, needing more.
Lips find mine, hands cradle my cheek. I close my eyes in pleasure.
A soft hand, smaller than my own, caresses my body, finding my pussy, dripping with new-found need. The moist heat emanating from my body reveals the invitation within. A finger slips in easily. My head drops back, my hips begin to grind. Two fingers in now, a thumb on my clit.
Another hand grips my hair as the kiss intensifies, swallowing my mewls and whimpers. The pressure on my clit begins to build, the need within me growing. I rock against that small, soft hand, panting and groaning. I quickly cum, gushing into her hand. Fingers withdraw from my body and enter my mouth as the kiss ends – I taste myself.
She smiles at me. “Now it’s your turn.”
Another whisper, but this one is feminine. It would not surprise me if, somewhere in the future, sight play is introduced. As in the lack of it. You’ll see…actually you won’t.
The whisper has been getting louder – or else I wouldn’t have been able to write it…and I think you’re right…I won’t see… 🙂