The Pleasure of You...
I tend to write letters to my lovers. I like them to know exactly how the experience of them makes me feel. This one was initially entitled, "About That Fuck."
The way you stroked your dick deep inside of me is mouthwatering. The pleasure of you causes me to growl.
It causes me to moan.
It causes me to scream your name. You feel so good inside of me. The motion of your pelvis. The placement of your hands. The sound of your breath.
You are intoxicating.
Your body, addictive.
Your lips, your mind and the sound of your voice......exhilarating. I melted. I melted onto the floor when you were done with me. The pleasure was almost more than I could stand. You just kept going. You had a firm grasp on my ass, on my hips, on my waist, on my neck, and on my hair. You didn’t say a word.
You just fucked.
Deep.
Long.
Hard.
Until I collapsed on the floor. Later that night, we fucked again.
Quick.
Hot.
Intense.
Rough.
That was the third time that you came. My body knows your name. You’ve carved it deep within me.
Do you write letters to your lovers? Tell me about the pleasure of your experiences.
Sheena LaShay is a Wild Magical Woman, Intellectual Sensual Shaman, and Creative Artist. She writes for SheenaLaShay.com, Owning Pink, Verizon Wireless, Bodybinds and is the Co-President of the Pole Dancing Bloggers Association.
