King Of Hearts

Those late night knocks catching me when I am weak for love and cock. Love and cock, why must I continue to connect the two the things, this seems to be where my weakness lies. Stepping aside– an invitation. Our bodies awkward with the passing of time, but find each others solace quickly. I set you in the kitchen chair, my fingers through you hair, the smell of you fills me and I wish I had never loved you, I breath you in. As much of the past I would like to bury, you keep resurfacing. Usually it's thoughts, words, a poem, a song, but tonight it is you."I can't fuck you, I have a girlfriend."Crushing and freeing words."Then why are you here."

Resignation in the lowering and shaking of his head…

"I don't know."

I pull him up from the chair, coaxing him into my room, I put some low sad Lucinda on and we have a dance. I sit him in the chair in my bedroom…

"Well, since you can't fuck me, then you will have to watch me fuck myself."

I start slow, rubbing my pussy on top of my green cotton boy short panties, pinching  my nipples through my t-shirt. I sit up at look at you watching me. Pulling the shirt over my head, letting my tits spill out, I cup them both, grabbing and squeezing the way I liked you to do it.  Coming off the bed I crawl toward you, flanked by your jean covered thighs, I again grab my tits and bring them together around your stiff cock that strains to be released– I can feel how hard your are under the denim. A wet spot has formed there.

"For me?"

Pushing me from your lap pointing back at the bed-

"Show me what I'm missing."

In the middle of the bed I sit.
"I had a dream I talked to you all night."
I slid my panties off.
"I told you secrets and dreams, I told you how much I longed for you to choke me. We talked until I fell asleep, then I woke up and it was a dream."

Now here you sit watching me part my thighs for you again. Open my cunt up to you, my slickness. I slide around my pussy with my fingers, then I slide the make me wet toy in. Plunging it deep as I can, where I want your cock to go.

"Oh– you like that don't you? You always did like to watch me fuck things, shoving things into my pussy. I bet you would have enjoyed watching me fuck another cock."

My cunt so wet we can hear it.

"God you are such a slut, the way you get wet for me– I have not seen that cunt in months and here it is dripping all over the bed for me. Slut you never change."

I hate you and I love you. It's  as old time- -hate and love. They go together, like laughter and tears.

I fuck myself, I watch you– I get lost– in my mind I am fucking you, not just myself.

All you do is watch and listen.

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