Perfectly Fuckable

I thought about you again, yes again.

You did know I thought about you in the shower the other morning. You made me late for work ya know.

But last night, it was late. Too late. I had been writing library stuff–-expounding upon the virtues of collection development. For the past hour, though, I kept noticing how wet I was, I could tell even before dipping the tip of my finger in.

It was that perfect consistency of wet, not too sloppy, but so so viscous and slick. Oh… I just know that delicious big headed cock of yours would love to slide and tease just into the plumpness of wet lips as it surrounds around you–-licking you with my pussy.

Then I let that moment slide and went back to collection development–-but came back to sliding in my fingers between my flesh many times–-mostly just out of curiosity about why my kitty was staying so slick. Just checking.

Soon it was well past 2:15 am, 7:30 would look grim if I didn't sleep soon. So I shut down.

I let the sweats and sweater that were keeping me warm as I ticked away at the keyboard fall off, down to blue cotton perfect fit of worn and tight panties, and a plum cami–baby doll thing, made of your softest t-shirt with a little bit a lace and the tiny bow between my tits–then slipped between my sheets and under the weight of the down comforter. It felt good. I let myself think about you again, about the weight of your body on mine. Not sex, just the weight.

Then sexual. Off with the panties.

Slipping my fingers in the slick, teasing my clit, I let it grow, and pop—become that little hard misshaped pearl of electricity, letting myself float into the pillows and the image of you above me. You teasing my clit, your fingers into my wet pages.

Then further, your cock, the tip enters me, but not. Not fully. But certainly enough. A tease, just the head of your cock slowly in and out—dipping in the wet junction.  I tighten my three fingers together, slowly filling them inside of me, trying to simulate the tip of your cock. Controlled, your hover above me, your fingers in my lips, my clit–-making me wanna cum–-and the tip of your cock slipping in and out of me.

In my perfectly fuckable state and my image of you between my thighs, I came quickly with a wet swallow of your cock and rush and tightening between and around you–-I cum. I lay there, the comforter long kicked off and let my fingers linger inside me as I drift away.

Such a sweet cock you have.

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