Sometimes, I daydream during work. Usually something completely awful. Perverted thoughts. All types of sexual adventures. They usually star you and me. Sometimes, though, just you. You naked. Gorgeous and free laying on a towel in the hot sun. You under the covers, in a cocoon of love. You in the shower, dripping wet and trying to wake yourself up.
Other times though, I picture you with other people. Co-workers. Ex-lovers. Random strangers. Exotic places. Our special places. Communal areas. I can never tell which I am fascinated with more: your naked body, or your godly sexual skills. You are one of the few people I believe should never be ‘caught’. No relationships. Never marriage. A guardian of free sex. Taking people to new levels. Experiencing feelings, they have never felt before. Life changing. Like you do for me.
Or that’s just our love. Its so hard to believe you could only have this effect on me. My knees wobble. I get wet instantaneously. You could turn me on with your pinky toe. I love you completely like I’ve never loved anyone else in my life. What type of magic is this? It can’t possibly be soul mates. You must have a soul to have a mate and one of us is severely lacking.
I just picture you freeing yourself from the hardships and responsibilities of life and being a sex guru. Offering a higher experience and giving women the peace of mind, you have given me. I wouldn’t get jealous I think, though I am not certain I could watch. I could watch you. You having an orgasm. Orgasms. You focusing on someone’s body. Eyeing every last detail and committing it to memory for future reference.
I think about you having sex in your office after work. Some poor woman stressing out over something small and you easing her mind, and body. Taking her by the hand and leading her into your dark office. Putting your hands on her face and kissing her so passionately she forgets the rest of the world. You undoing her blouse and kissing her neck. You stopping her hands from wandering on your body. Her turning her body away from you. You gently bending her over a chair. Lifting her skirt and filling her with your manhood. Slowly. Despacito. Your hands over her hands as they clench the back of a chair. Her orgasming and thanking you. You smiling and feeling, what? Relief? Charitable? Lonely?
You in a park going for a stroll. Catching eyes with a beautiful stranger. Guiding her down by the river. Removing her pants and laying her on a picnic table. Your lips sucking her nipples, your hands rubbing her clitoris inside of her jeans. Your lips and tongue exploring inside of her. Swirling little circles, bringing her to climax as her back arches against the hard wood table. Your fingers entering her and making her orgasm again as your teeth scrape her nipples.
You at our movie theater. In the back row next to a beautiful lady. Your hands accidently touching. And then continuing to touch not so accidently. You let her hand slide into your pants. You relax as she kneels between your legs and sucks your soft, warm cock. You stand her up and pull her pants down. Your hands guide her hips down onto you while she bounces on top of you. She screams as the credits roll and you come on her ass.
You, away on a business trip. Going to dinner and bringing someone back with you. You sitting on the bed while she undresses. You laying down and letting her ride you. You taking her into the shower. Your arms wrapped around her stomach, your head on her shoulder. You pressing her against the shower wall and fucking her hard. The hot water only making you both wetter and wetter.