Taken From Behind
My mind is not as mushy today, but still the thoughts of what happened yesterday are still very much in my mind. For some reason sensual pleasures mixed with some hard sex and more sensual erotic moments stick in one’s mine especially mine for a while. Until the next round of pleasures begin.
Yesterday those pleasures just seemed to continue on and I didn’t want them to stop. He lay on his back and I knelt between his legs. I was focused on a cock that was hard and I could see pre-cum dripping from the head. I couldn’t help myself, licking those drops and tasting him.
A taste, that for some reason makes me feel quite horny, almost like an aphrodisiac of sorts. I closed my mouth down over the head of his cock and licked it with my tongue. I knew he was enjoying those pleasures because his moans were quite noticeable. So I did it some more.
I sucked him for what seemed like ages, but I wanted him. I wanted to feel him inside my still aching pussy. I stopped sucking and licking his cock and was surprised to see that he was harder than before and I knew then that I couldn’t waste it.
Straddling his hips, I lowered my pussy down onto his hard pole. It slid between my pussy lips until it was buried deep inside me. His hands holding me, touching me… we kissed. A moment of true pleasure, so different to what we would sometimes do and I was glad that he responded to my need for sensual moments.
But I wanted more. I was desperate to feel him from behind. I wanted him in my pussy first but he went to slip his cock into my arse. I knew what he was up to, my pussy was screaming to feel him inside, hitting against my g-spot first.
Silly me should have known what happens when I’m taken from behind. He held me and touched me and fucked me hard. I knew he was about to cum, I could feel his cock throbbing inside me….
I didn’t scream for him to fuck me hard but I let myself whisper it, begging him to fuck me….
Just before he came, I heard him utter these words…
I’m only human…
He came, holding onto me and pulling me back to him. His cock was buried deep inside me and yet I still had to touch. I need to touch my clit and lightly play with his balls.
Together we lay, wrapped in each other’s arms as we came down from a high that only two special friends could ever enjoy.
Until next time, when ‘Lipstick on a coffee cup’ continues….
Marie
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