Pseudoblog

Ask Me What I Want   I fantasize that one day you would look into my eyes and say “Baby, I will do anything to please you. What do you want?”  And I would say “For you to explore my body and find my spots. All of them.  And to be caressed so lightly that only the tips of my hairs knew that you had touched me.  For you to take your time. Hours. Making sure that my every pore had been anointed dipped in your juice.   That you would lick me and rub the head of  your dick right on my love knot until I couldn’t stand it anymore and beg to be relieved.  And then, for just a split second linger there hovering at my gate and s-l-o-w-l-y inside. Glide. Workin’ it, baby.” Today, that is. Ask me again tomorrow. My moods change.    (Daqui.)