Authors Note: This is my eighth story and it is a fantasy of a guy I was casually dating at the time…please read my other stories and remember, comments are always more than welcome!
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It had only been a few days since I had last tasted his soft kisses, and already I was yearning for them again. I wondered if it was the months without sexual contact that made me this needy for his touch, or if it was just him. Or possibly a mixture of both.
I couldn’t close my eyes without visions of him and I laying entwined together flitting across the inside of my eyelids. At night I lay in bed for what felt like hours dreaming of his gentle touch, his soft kisses, and the possibility of more.
We had agreed to take things slow, set boundaries, and not rush into sex, but he is so intoxicating and his kisses are almost addictive that I don’t know if I will be able to keep to the boundaries the next time I am near him.
He reminds me of what it feels like to be a woman, and how incredible the feel, touch, and taste of a man is.
My hormones rage and my body is wracked with need for him, and I am helpless to release the desires within me.
It has been months since I have felt a man inside me and my body is begging for more than just soft kisses, gentle touches and tender caresses. My body aches to be had, to be ravished, to be driven beyond the boundaries of pure pleasure into ecstasy.
All I can think of is how wonderful it would feel to be able to take him in my arms with no restriction, no limits, no boundaries and nothing holding us back. How amazing it would be to be able to fell his skin, to taste his flesh, and to take that last step and make him a part of me.
It has been so long since I’ve been able to have a man, been able to take him inside me, relish the feeling of him within me, and feel the rapture that only that kind of intimate joining can cause.
Lost in the need for him, I close my eyes as I lay down on the soft bed and allow my imagination to run wild.
In the haze of my minds eye I see myself at his apartment, we’d just walked in the door and he was taking off his shoes. Without even bothering to take off my own I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. After a few moments of intense, passionate kissing he pulled back and smiled down at me, “Now what was that for?” he asked with a little grin on his face.
“It was for being you, and because I’ve been dying this past week not being able to kiss and touch you, and because I want you” I answered, and then moved in to kiss him again before he could respond.