I Long For You

Two posts in one day…what the hell, right? Fuck, I’m a writer and horny and when the words hit me, I’ve got to let them out.

Oh, I want you so bad. I want the warmth and strength of your hands covering my skin. I can feel the phantom touch of the last time you ran your fingers through my hair, grabbing and pulling, holding me in place, open to your whim. I can feel your hands smoothing my body. Under your touch, I am not fat or round. I am woman. I am nerve-endings. I am sex incarnate. I am whatever you want me to be.

Ohhhhhh, to feel your palm cupping my cheek, your thumb stroking my lips. I take the digit into my willing mouth, unable to stop myself. I need to draw you onto the wet heat of my tongue. My teeth graze your thumb, my eyes telling you exactly what I want to do for you. I want to pull something else into my mouth, let my tongue envelope that part of you, lightly scraping my teeth up and down sensitive skin.

Your hands move as if you desperately need to touch every part of me. Sometimes you take your time, drawing out the sensations, making me tingle long before you reach the bullseye. One hand strokes my back down to my ass, gripping me hard enough to make me cry out. The other travels from one breast to the other, stroking, pinching, tweaking nipples. I know you see the goosebumps that cover my body. I know you smell the musk that fills the room, too.

Your hands meet from front to back, smoothing my stomach, down my pelvis, up and down my legs. They part for you, desperate for your attention where heaven and earth meet in the middle. You always chuckle to yourself when I become wanton and shameless, hips gyrating into empty air, silently pleading for the warmth of your tongue. You tease for so long. I lose all sense of time and can only push myself forward. Always, always your fingers slide along my slit with a feather touch, skipping along until I cry and beg wordlessly.

I writhe for you, under you, near you, always wanting you, desperate for your touch, firm or soft. Slap my needy pussy. Pull my hair. Pinch my nipples. Smack my ass. Force me to my knees and shove your cock down my throat. Strap the wand to my cunt and force every single drop from my body. Throw my legs over your shoulders and slam into my body. Or simply tease me with warm hands and fingers, tracing every inch of my body. Your pleasure is my pleasure. But just know, I need you. I need everything you’ve given me already, everything you’ve imagined giving me, and everything you’re afraid to admit you want.

I long for you.

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am a sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, international speaker, kink educator, and all-around kinky woman. You can find me online sharing my innermost sexual thoughts and experiences, teaching other bloggers how to make money writing about sex, and helping kinksters have happy healthy BDSM relationships. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom and business partner, John Brownstone. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!


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