When I think about you

I went to bed alone last night. This isn't that unusual when you consider my wife has not slept with me in bed for several years now. So it was no surprise that when I got into bed, tired and worn out from a long day, my mind went to a place of relaxation, pleasure and comfort. It always does when I think about you.

As my eyes close I began to feel you next to me. The warmth of your breath, the tickling of your hair, the softness of your skin. I wanted to be next to someone at that moment. Fuck my wife for not coming to bed with me. I know if you were there you would have been in bed with me. And you'd have been naked, rubbing my naked body. Maybe that's why I started to get hard.

As I thought of you stroking my cock my hand found its way to my manhood. I could feel myself growing in my own hand to the thoughts of your soft hand wrapped around my shaft, rubbing me from top to bottom slowly, teasing the head of my dick with your fingers as you moved your soft body up against mine. I felt you wrap your leg around mine, gently pushing your knee up between my legs until it pressed against my balls. I was so hard by this.

You whispered “Your wife doesn't know how to treat a man like I do. I wish she'd walk in right now so she could see how a real woman takes care of a man.”. The thought that the door was open while you rubbed my cock turned me on more than I already was. I felt droplets beginning to leak out of my very hard cock as I imagined you moving down my body, breathing lightly on my chest, stomach and cock on the way down until you found what you were after. I could almost feel the warm wetness of your mouth as you took my shaft all the way into your mouth.

I imagined the feeling of your hair draped over my body as you sucked me off, slowly but firmly moving your mouth over my cock. I swear I felt your fingernails tickle my balls and play with my ass while I feel deeper into the pleasure you were so excellent at giving me. Then you surprised me.

You moved slightly up my body so my dick was between your tits. “Does you wife let you titty fuck her?” you asked me quietly. I couldn't talk, the pleasure you were bringing me was too much for me. I shook my head no. My wife doesn't let me fuck her, let alone fuck her tits. “This is what you are missing then baby.” you told me as you begin squeeze your tits around my wet cock and slide them up and down. I have never felt anything like this before. “Do my titties please you?”. All I could do was shake my head yes. I was speechless and getting closer to my climax as your hands wandered all over my body from my feet to my neck.

Then you stopped. I was a little nervous. Did my wife make noise from the couch? Were you leaving? Did you get scared? Then I felt you move up my body again. This time as you made your way up you stopped at my nipples and sucked them a little bit. Now I know why you like it so much. I had no idea I could feel pleasure in my groin from your mouth on my nipples. “Does your wife ever lay you down and fuck you?” you whispered as you looked up to me, your hand once again on my swollen cock. “No” I muttered, nothing else able to come out of my mouth. You smiled devilishly as you moved yourself over me, positioned my cock so that it was in line with your pussy and put my dick inside you, sliding your warm, wet pussy all the way down slowly as you closed your eyes and moaned softly.

You used me to push yourself up so that you were only supported by your knees as you straddled me. I could see your perfect tits bouncing in front of me as the smell of your pussy made its way to my nose. You begin to move yourself up and down faster now and I could feel the pull of your sweet cunt on my cock with every stroke. I saw you reach one hand to your nipples and the other to your clit as you began to play with yourself. “Finger your pussy baby. I wanna see you pleasure yourself while you fuck me.” I told you as I was now just about ready to explode. I reached out to feel your silky soft skin. Your legs are perfect, your hips are perfect... everything about you is just perfect. I want this to last forever but I know it is about to end.

As I felt myself about to cum you slammed your pussy down on me with authority. “Fill my pussy up baby. Fuck me like a man should fuck.” you told me, in between your moans and mine. Your finger was moving faster and faster and I couldn't handle anymore of this. I arched my back and lifted my ass off the bed, lifting you with me as my cock began to throb and shoot my cum hard. I could feel my dick emptying itself with each spasm but I could also feel warm splashes on my chest and stomach. As I opened my eyes to see what was going on I realized that I was stroking myself, my erect and shooting cock gripped firmly by my own hand. I was still cumming as I noticed that I had covered my chest, my stomach, my cock, my balls and especially my own hand with my hot jizz to thought of you fucking me.

As my heart rate began to settle I used my slippery cum to stroke myself some more before cleaning myself up. I didn't realize how much I need a woman in bed with me at night. Or how bad I wish that woman was you.

Who am I?

I'm just a man in my mid-30's, married, and with children.

I get far less sex than I need. I get even less sex than I want. So naturally I'm extremely hungry sexually.

I have an extremely graphic and erotic imagination.

I'm very sensual, preferring to enjoy all life has to offer with all of my senses.

I love sex. A lot. Being as sensual as I am then naturally leads me to really enjoying sex with all of my senses.

I love pleasing a woman orally. There is just something hypersensual about the experience of eating pussy. So I tend to include that in almost all of my writing.

I have done this before, at an earlier time and under a different name.

I love beautiful women. But please keep in mind that, to me, beauty is not at all about how pretty your her face is or how skinny her waste is. No, beauty is so much more than that. Beauty is in the way she smiles, how she blows her hair out of her face so I can see it clearer. It is how she sits in a way that only a woman can sit. It is how she laughs when something tickles her. It is how she smells when she gets out of the shower and how she feels when she has just woken up. Beauty is so much more than appearance, and while appearance can, and usually does, give me a hard on, only real beauty can give me a proper turn on.

If there is anything else you want to know about me you can always email me. Or follow me on Twitter and send me a DM. I try to respond to all questions as best and honest as I can.