My Mental Cum
You sitting there reading the screen the words that I piece together in such a way, it is a mental seduction. As if I have crawled out of the monitor on my hands in knees like a lion to her prey, to straddle you in the chair you sit in.
I place my mouth up against your ear whispering with lust my words that make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. I’m grinding into your hard crotch to emphasize certain words to get the point across.
Yes, I am getting my point across, baby.
My left hand on your neck tracing circular designs as my left finger traces the outlines of your lips.
You want me to grind, you want me push and you want a rhythm. I am making the point, you just want to cum. You are driven mad when I push in to emphasize words like “cock”, “cunt”, “fuck”, “baby”, “lick”, “suck”, “pain” and “cum”. You seem to twitch when you hear everything else. Speaking my words like a hypnotic poison.
My flesh bare: warm and comforting. My skin: soft and smooth. Your hands rest on my hips that you dare not move nor stray upon my body for fear this could be just a dream. You feel a fabric so smooth and silky. You wonder, is it black?
Your heart is racing as my words are slowly inserted to your mind. Your eyes are closed, lips parted and you are completely seduced. I could take what I wanted right now baby. I have you in that moment, that very moment.
I tell you it all baby, I unload my words into you. My mental cum that you take and swallow. You never spill a drop baby. You take it all and it never seeps out of your hole. You let out a breath as if you were holding it in the whole time not miss a single word.
As soon as your long breath is released, I am gone.