my sun sign is his moon sign. what’s deeper, his rising sign is my moon sign.. scorpio. have you ever had a scorpio? it’s like having your soul swallowed whole. and some people aren’t into that. but I am. he was the only person who could make my dark feminine emerge. we shared the same kinks (ssh). we shared the same desires. we shared the same. he made me feel sexy, alluring, hypnotic.
every time he’d touch me, he would do it with such grace. he respected me all while degrading me [respectfully]. I think i’m going to miss him most inside of me. you can have sex with anyone and of course it would feel good because it’s a normal act; to cum. but to feel sensual pleasure and orgasm the way we would. I mean.. no one has ever. we opened our hearts to each other, trusted each other, made love to each other. all the while, exploring the depths of our darkest desires. when he was on top of me, he would stare deep into my eyes, all while calling me the filthiest names one could think of. and I was.. oh, I was! I was his filthy girl. and he was the man I would get on my knees for. the man I would stare into his eyes while opening my jaw. tilting my head back and swallowing him whole. he wasn't like anyone i’d had ever before. his was beautiful. fat, juicy, uncircumcised. the perfect shade of brown with pink as a silhouette and his beautiful veins being more prominent than the sun beaming.
“tell me it’s mine, tell me you love me” he would say as he stroked slowly. brushing my hair out of my face. moaning so softly, I would. him grunting in my right ear. i’m going to miss hearing him.. I’m going to miss his body weight on me. i’m going to miss his tongue in between my thighs. the story he would tell as i’d arch my back and think nothing. brain empty, body convulsing. he wouldn’t even come up for air. and when he’d hit me with the finger and tongue combo, he’d whisper he loved me as i’d moan so ferociously. “say it again”, he’d say. “tell me you love me” and I did, and I would. “I love you. uh, don’t, don’t stop”. he’d stop. “who’s my good girl?”. “me, I, I am.”. we’d roll. we’d laugh. we’d scream. and when i’d misbehave, he’d take his left back palm and swat it across my cheek. i’d smirk. “tell me it’s mine”. “no! it’s not yours”. harder you’d slap. louder i’d laugh. you’d jerk my arm over. bend me over, spread my cheeks and enter where I feel is the most sacred of my body. baby oil, softness combined with anger, spread me… slowly call me your dirty slut and i’d smirk and relax. enter, slowly. i’m gasping for air, you’re fixated on how much it hurts me. we share that. make it hurt, make me feel pain. you wrap your hands around my tiny throat. the look in your eyes as my eyes roll back and im suffocating. I don’t care though. you're thrusting deeper into my soul and i’m on the verge of cumming. but you don’t let me. ill miss that. instead you kiss my shoulder and tell me to climb on top. i’m enamored. I wanted to have my grand finale. you say no. you want to connect. connect. allow our souls to intertwine. I comply. I listen to your every word. I do as i’m told. I’m a 4’9 woman but i’ve got the hips of a coke bottle. you place your hands in the perfect place. you grip, you grin. “say it again”, you say. “i’m yours” I moan. deep, deeper you go. you love making it hurt. taking your finger and shoving it in deeper in my ass as you moan softly. you love it. I love it. we both whisper the most vile thing in each other’s ear. remember? our darkest passenger coming out to play with each other. we’re disco. we’re disgusting. you tell me to get on my knees and swallow. I listen, I submit. I stare at you in the eyes as you release what you’ve been holding in. I stare, you become soft. place your hand on my cheek and whisper you love me. we connect. I swallow. ill miss connecting with you most.
an actual picture of us in the act
You paint a vivid picture. Wow! Very good work. Thank you for sharing. Writing that took lots of courage. I am so proud of you.
Damn. Beautifully intense. What a connection you two had....[[|:-/