On My Skin – NSFW

I close my eyes and what I see is
your hands on my skin.
You know just how to touch me.
To make me feel wanted.
Owned.
Needed.
I can’t help but become
instantly aroused at your
every small touch.
The casual slide of a finger as I pass or
the bruising smack of my ass or
the tight grip in my hair.
All little reminders of to whom I belong.
And each little touch sends
lightning straight down to my core and
I am immediately wet and
ready for you.
At times, I try to play it off,
play it cool.
Like I’m not totally and
immensely into you.
Like I don’t crave more.
That I’m not daydreaming about
you pushing up my skirt and
fucking me over the table
right then and there.

Or as I’m sitting at my computer writing,
I would never dream of you
walking up to me and your hand
suddenly in my hair
guiding my mouth right there to
your erect cock,
barely a chance to swallow before
you begin fucking my mouth.

Is it possible you could
want me as much as I want you?

My eyes are closed and
I imagine your hands on my skin, yes,
but then, I also imagine
sitting in your truck next to you
as you go about work,
driving from one site to the next or
one errand after another…
whatever the case may be,
I’m there and I imagine myself,
not saying a word,
but turning in my seat.
Propping my left leg up with me,
my right staying planted on the floorboard.
Pulling my dress up my thighs.
Maybe not quite all the way.
Using my hand to touch my wet folds,
because I’m always drenched
for you.
And when I have your attention
(that’s supposed to stay on the road),
I’d use my other hand to
slide my dress clear up and over my hips,
gaining you full view of my glory,
and no, I didn’t wear underwear today and
yes, my fingers are dripping wet and
playing for you to watch
(and not watch because you’re
supposed to be driving).
And I imagine myself saying,
fuck Baby I want you.
But instead I use my free hand
to pull my tit out and I begin
squeezing and pinching and twisting
my nipple while
rubbing my pussy.
We can both hear how wet I am.
And at a glance from you,
I imagine myself calling out your name,
hips bucking and
cumming so hard right next to you.
And the truck might jerk just a little as
you struggle to control your own urges.
That’s okay because
I know I’d fold myself up,
and bend over and release
your hard cock from your pants and
I’d go down on you right then and there,
my pussy still dripping down my legs and
your eyes on the road.
You’d attempt to adjust yourself but
it’s so damn cramped when you’re driving.
Still, I’d suck and lick and
moan and stroke you
until the pressure would overwhelm you
and you’d fill my
hungry, eager mouth with your essence
and I’d keep sucking you
until you told me
I needed to stop because
it was too much.

Yes, when I close my eyes
all I can see is your hands on my skin,
and I shiver with want.
I sigh with need.

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