I lost my voice. Absconding with social scarcity into my mind, awaiting sleep where my subconscious allows it to speak…

You sit with me before a fire burning, “I’ve written this scene in two different stories, but I couldn’t do it.”

Your eyes, focusing on reading me, widen in a sad furrow, “Why?” Your simple reply, but I knew that you knew.

A stutter-start, “I…um…I…mmm…I need you to teach me…mmm, teach me what to do. It’s been an eternity since my desire dined upon your whims. With you, my dreams come true.”

You bow your head to nuzzle my neck, thick lips kiss a slow crawl to my chin, whispering, “First…”

You sit tall, peer into my eyes, and glide a fan of fingers over my cheekbone, slipping your fourth digit atop my bottom lip, when compelled my tongue closes over the tip while a moan at being touched escapes from deep in my throat, and then, you lean in and envelop me in your arms, kissing my lips, our tongues swimming a dance of love-lust…

On a rug of fur, to animals we return, clothes gone, kneeling with your cock standing tall, I pull on your head while I guide your hips down upon my body, and I push your tip to slip through my pussy walls, sliding deeper with each pressure push wetting wild the ride as my chest arches breasts into your palms.

With a breast squeeze, you pin my nipples together, a lick and a bite allthewhile pumping up your head into me, until I yell all sloppy, “Yes! I need you to plug the hole, oh yeah,” and you push, push, push down deep, and lean in to kiss me again, as I scream, “Yes…yes…plug the hole in my soul!” And filled creamy, you left me dreamy.

No more needs to be said. You laid me right in the head.