Where are you tonite?  

6876 posts
4/11/2006 1:03 am

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4/12/2006 12:48 am

Where are you tonite?

Where are you tonight? Do you know that I’m here, alone, in my bed, aching for you? I take out my lipstick-shaped pocket rocket. It’s a poor substitution. I must satisfy myself. I’m alone,wanting you.

You know that I want you. But here I am, once again alone, thinking of you, and running my hands up and down my writhing body in rhythm to the pounding music from the stereo.

I’m on my stomach, imagining you behind me; then, I’m on my side, turning, craving a touch other than my own. A soft song comes on, and I slow my caresses, imagining you whispering in my ear, telling me how much you have wanted this as much as I have.

I turn back to my stomach, pressed flat against the soft mattress, my ass exposed to the cold in the room. I rub my tits against the bed; my hand goes to my clit, my pussy clenching the vibrating toy. I feel it inside me, where you should be.

My hips begin to rotate faster as I think this, setting up a rhythm of their own. I know how it would be if you were here ‒ hard and fast. That’s how I want you most, fucking me. I want your love, but not here; here, I want you driving into me, telling me how much you’ve wanted me. My hair fall over my face as I rise to my knees, my breasts still pressed to the mattress. If you were behind me, you would see me, exposed to you, glistening wet for you, my pussy dripping wet just thinking about you. I imagine you there, leaning in, your hands grasping my hanging tits, pulling my hard nipples. You rasp in my ear, telling me what you see, “You’re soaking wet for me, baby.”

In my waking dream, my own hand becomes yours; my fingers become hard and rough instead of short and soft. I feel your middle finger enter my cunt and your thumb stroke my clit. “What do you want?” you ask me. You’ll make me tell you because, in my dreams, you’re in control. You’re thumb slows its rotations when I don’t respond. I want you to continue, so I say it, what you want to hear,“Fuck,” I breath; “I want you to fuck me.”

I cry out as your hand disappears, “No” turns into a moan as that finger is replaced by your hard dick, driving in one inch at a time, until I am filled. My head goes to the mattress and my hips grind against your imaginary dick, pounding into me. It seems so real until I realizing the gasping breath is my own, not yours, and the hand is mine, not yours. Still, my hips continue their motions as I reach for something more, pounding in rhythm to the hard rock on the radio. In my dreams, you tell me to cum for you, and I do. I do everything that you want, because that’s how I want you, commanding me.


GoddessOfTheDawn 105F
11240 posts
4/11/2006 2:47 am

wow ....

HOTNBOTHERED0414 replies on 4/11/2006 8:10 am:

Nightguy_1961 55M
4866 posts
4/11/2006 2:48 am


Wow, what an image first thing in the morning, as my night shift is coming to an end. Seeing you on a bed like that would make me leave work early, if need be.


HOTNBOTHERED0414 replies on 4/11/2006 8:10 am:

(What the fuck is this shit..?? *rolls eyes*)

4/11/2006 6:12 am

Well,well,well we are quite the little SLUT MONKEY this morning...Not ME I am as happy as a two cunted cow...WOO HOO, I love Mondays....Ready


HOTNBOTHERED0414 replies on 4/11/2006 8:09 am:

misterme1960 56M

4/11/2006 8:37 am

Nice! I wish I could lend a few more words of encouragement!
But you seem to be doing just fine, and I love the expression!

HOTNBOTHERED0414 replies on 4/11/2006 8:43 am:

orock61 55M

4/11/2006 10:23 am

mmmmmm, very, very nice! i can agree with 1960, what else can be said?
wanna try?!!!
now you have me hot n bothered!

HOTNBOTHERED0414 replies on 4/11/2006 8:07 pm:
It has been done! lol

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