I haven't had a cock inside me for so long
And I hate that emptiness.
I miss the feeling of being filled and stretched. I miss that feeling when a man first puts his hand against my crotch, fingers searching for my clit. That feeling I get when he sighs with pleasure, knowing I’m already soaking wet for him. That first, white hot orgasm that comes so easily, shaking and trembling.
I miss the feeling of hands locked in my hair, teeth at my skin. That first moment of penetration, the sound a man makes when he enters a woman bare with nothing but animalistic desire in his mind. I miss spreading my legs wide, angling my hips, flexing my pelvic floor. Anything to make my cunt the very best for him. I miss being in that place, a place for pleasing him. His pleasure is mine.
But what I miss most of all are those final moments. The hurried “should I pull out,” and “where do you want me to cum?” I miss shaking my head no, urging him to plant his seed deep inside me. I miss that moment where he realizes I am open and submissive to him completely. That moment of understanding of how much power he has over me. I miss feeling the first spurt of cum against my cervix, those final thrusts of conquest, deeper and deeper and somehow even deeper.
And I miss the men that don’t ask, more. I miss when I know he’s going to cum inside me, permission or not. After fucking me bare and making me climax, it is his right to paint my insides. I miss those sudden, deep, long strokes of his achingly hard cock, pushing his seed so far inside me.
I miss that feeling, so much.
This is too sexy not to reblog.
