For the Love of an Older Man (MF, rom)
by Kris (Anonymous Address)
I love the feel of you, the smell of you, I love you.
When I lie here thinking of you I imagine you with me, on top of me, in me. Oh god just the thought of your bare skin against mine makes me wet inside. I feel so ready when I think about your naked body.
I enjoy lying naked on our bed in the afternoons when you're away for a day or two on your business trips. I think about when we make love and when you eat me. I enjoy being with you, the superior experience that you have and the pleasure that you give me.
When we first met my mom said you were too old for me. Maybe that would be true for someone else but for me 50 is just perfect. Loving you has ruined me for boys my own age; they don't have a clue how to make a girl shiver with lust just from a sexy whisper, or a touch at just the right moment.
To know that my body turns you on makes me so happy. I thrill to the knowledge that you lose control sometimes and become my love animal; if only my mom could see you then. But I could care less if she were right in the room with us; I'd still fuck you back like the wonton woman you've made me.
Ah yes, as I lie on our marriage bed and think of you I can't help but touch myself. I want to save my passion for you, but I know I won't. Oh, I do wish you were here next to me. I can almost feel you next to me.
I know what you would do to me if you were here. You'd be naked; your silver chest hair would be tickling my side as you snuggled close. I would feel your hot manhood against my leg and I wouldn't be able to help myself; I would reach down and wrap my fingers around it and squeeze it gently, lovingly.
I know what you would do next too. You would roll over on top of me, pressing me into the mattress with your big hairy body and you'd start to let your hands roam over my smaller hairless body.
I love the feel of your hands on my skin. My inhibitions fall away when you trail your experienced fingers downward toward their goal. And once you're gently fingering me, I know it will only be a few moments before I feel a hot wet tongue at my front door next.
And sure enough I feel your body sliding down mine toward what I know will be another satisfying orgasm. One of several that you'll give me during the night.
I can imagine you between my legs, your head rhythmically rising and falling as I become more and more excited. No matter how much I try to relax I know that in a few minutes you'll have me screaming for mercy.
Even though you're not here on the bed with me, just the thought of you makes me want to come so badly. I can't help but set up my own private little rhythm as my body thrusts up against my fingers; I imagine that it's you in me.
OH GOD! I buck into my slick-coated fingers, wishing madly that you were here with me, if for no other reason, so you could see me coming at the thought of you.
But alas, you're not here, and I spend my juicy passions upon the reef of my desire, all alone, wishing that you were here.
I Love You, Kris
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