When you are touching me ... Copyright Alex Carr 2010
When you are touching me it seems all the stress and strains of today's world disintegrate into little orb like particles which are replaced by a wonderful feeling of joy and desire - it is always the same, you are my heaven,
you make my urges treble like a high speed racing car from nought to sixty in a few seconds and when you fuck me I am the servant and you the master and I am happy with that.
When I feel you touch me the way you do, the undoing my zip so slowly and tantalisingly , like you are trespassing into a secret place as you peel my jeans off and bury your head into me, smothering me like you do, all those
deep and loving feelings that can only derive from you. You sniff me there, once I was embarrassed but no more because you show me just how you want and enjoy me - you even like me soiled garnished with the sweat of the day, you tell me you prefer me that way - then your lick as you tease my cock, then the tip of your tongue down under and over my balls, reaching other places too, that which will soon be opened for you.
By this time my anus aches for you, we know what we want , we know what gratifies us most, and we mingle and change positions for me to oral your cock, to stretch it back and take its scent, its aura tempting me to taste and
devour, taking it deep throat tasting the absolute earthiness and its pungency, that's what I like for you and for me.
You make my cock burn and throb, you say; "I want your ass fuck all night long," feeling it through my man thong, sucking and tasting where your cock will soon belong, pushing its stiffness up me proud, hearing me yell sounds of utter relief as you serve me with the relished fuck I desire.
I bend over bare back for you, that is always what I love to do, to wiggle and present and be all ass for you, to feel your slaps which make it sting, then enjoy your finger slip in, rimming me, anointing me with your mouth,
before all systems are go deep south, you find the fuck you wanted inside me, I hear you groan and growl like an animal, moving my hips to help the passage, stretching the way clear for you to execute deep thrusting movements and manoeuvres, fucking my hole like a steam piston engine, that's how I like it and I know you do too.
You make me feel that I absolutely belong to you, my master, I your servant, always there ready for your call, to take you fuck and all that springs your urge to take me..
When you whip me I like that too, when you tie me over your custom made stool, to feel and derange me to match you mood, like sometimes you need to share me with your food, remembering the spaghetti hoops, the whipped cream, the edible paint, sucking and licking and swallowing too, as I cum so strong for you, then I taste your cream spurt into my face, licking it off and then you scorn me saying what a terrible disgrace.
Another bend over but this tome for spanks, over my tight jeans you make me
sore until I cannot sit any more, but then you make it better, massaging me all over with lubricant oil in a French letter, then I feel you lovely prick inside once more, feeling stroking it as I lay stretched out on the floor, craving you fuck deep and rough up my ass, like you took me once after a picnic on the grass, you took me over a fallen tree trunk I recall, you stood there behind me looking so tall, then I felt your prick make its final approach, then the hurt as you fucked me hard, but it was all okay because we both like it that way, the pain, the passion that follows, my ass ready for you, for you quality fuck entering soul.