She lay there with her fingers stroking her clit, thinking about when he was going to call her next.

You see he had perfected the art of seduction, he said the right words, he had the ability to make her wet.

All this and more without penetration.

All this and more from a man she had never met.

When she had spoken with him, told him how tired and weary she was, his response was that she needed the kind of loving that takes care of everything.

She found herself wanting him in the middle of the night, fighting the temptation to just the call the man and let him know that all she ever wanted was to be kissed and touched.

Tears fell from her eyes and she began to question why she was not getting the type of love she yearned for.

As usual his timing was perfect, he called and they talked, he actually listened to her.

Without warning her body began to shake, he asked her if she was coming and she moaned “Yes”.

She tried to forget him, stopped answering his calls, ignored his text messages.

But the truth was, he had gotten to her, he was in her system and he knew exactly what she needed and that scared the shit out of her.

Then the sexual fantasies took over, she had visions of this 6ft 2 beautiful black man placing kisses on the back of her neck; his fingers playing with her nipples, working his way to her hips and thighs.

She found herself reaching for her vibrator and riding it until she squirted, all the time saying over and over again “This is crazy”.

When he told her how he wanted to caress her, make her feel good and taste her sweet pussy, she bit into her pillow to stifle the screams.

He was fucking her mentally, slowly breaking her down, removing her inhibitions; making it explicit how he wanted to lick her until she came. She imagined him tasting her with her legs raised over his shoulders.

Then she stopped thinking about whether it was wrong or right. She realised that he was the one that sent her poetry, he was the one that wished her good morning, he was the one that called just to hear her voice.

He was the one who could give her something that she never really had, intimacy.

  • four

    may u be intimately fucked over and over and over again…
    let intimacy be yours when u need it most
    hugs and kisses
    keep doin wat u doin
    keep doing you

    • pashun

      Thank you, intimacy and sex are so lovely together…

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