Today is a lazy Saturday. Chores to do. Errands to run. I sleep nude. This morning I woke up with an enlarged cock--not quite an erection. My stomach muscles were taunt and my buttocks were hard, as if I had been fucking. And my ball sacs hung low. In the shower, I thought of your little line of pubic hair pointing to your pussy and got a full erection. I stroked my shaft a couple times. I felt semen rising in my cock all the way to my spurt hole. I desperately wished you were here to take me in hand, as it were, and to relieve my cum pressure.
Were you here as I stepped from the shower, you would have knelt before me when you saw the special wetness on the tip of my cock head. In my moment of need, you would have slipped your warm, wet mouth over my cock helmet to suck out cum while stroking my shaft.
Girls need fun too. I would have pulled you to your feet and carried you to our bed. I would have gently laid you with your ass on the edge of the bed and your feet on the floor--to have full access to your bodily treasures.
First the kisses--each kiss sheathed with hot breath and framed by my tongue that circles the kiss point. I lick you from your cheek up to your eyelid, where I plant a gentle kiss on your soul windows. I lick from under your chin up to your mouth, then place an open, wet kiss on your lips. Our tongues touch as I relish the faint flavor of my cum in your mouth.
I am heavily above you as only a sexed man can be. You feel the hair on my chest brushing against your hard nipples. Your uterus feels my hard belly muscles moving against your belly. My hard cock-hose hangs down between your spreading thighs to brush them lightly first, then slap gently against the your naked pussy lips and pull gently against your vulva as I push farther forward so that my tongue can trace a path from your open mouth, now beginning to channel your light panting breath, to your ear where I breathe gently into it and draw its lobe into my mouth for a wet kiss and a small, gentle-but a slightly tugging-bite.
My cock twitches against your pussy as I bury my face in your hair. Your hair. Your head hair. Hair is the temple of human sex odor. I love the fragrance of your head hair. While inhaling your hair aroma, I shift my suspension over you to slide my big hands underneath your back so I can pull your hot body full against mine, as I weigh my body onto you as men have dominated their women for millions of years.
Your pussy responds to this primeval communication by trying to slide itself up and down my hardened member. I feel the cum pressure building again in my log. Wanting to lubricate your love slot, I raise my muscular hips until my spurt hole is at your clit. Letting out a grunt, I tense my cock and ball muscles to force a short spurt of semen that runs down across your clit, pee hole, vagina, and ass hole. Now I can massage your pussy the way it has surely deserved since puberty, with my hard, distended shiny cock head sliding up and down in your pussy slot, now slippery with my own cum.
My hormones are pumping. I am panting for sex in you. You respond with little fucking motions as my cock head slides by each of your orifices, trying to capture that errant stallion, that purpled-veined beast, as it slips by.
More flow from my rock-hard cock adds to your own vaginal wetness to make a lubricity that exudes a potent combination of estrogen and testosterone, a special atmosphere that speeds our hip motions and brings me to a sweat over your glistening body.
And yet I have not penetrated your tight vagina with my massive member, glistening in the morning light streaming in the window through the filtering trees. But now I shall.