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Often when i shower i think of you, and your showers, of maybe watching you , or of you watching me as i go through the self cleaning ritual, standing quietly in the shadow unseen somehow or, perhaps boldly standing there , straight and lovely cock in hand, smooth soft stroking, hair curling from the steam, the green of your eyes flashing devilishly, legs apart to brace yourself, one hand cupping your sac, the other in motion. I close my eyes and let the hot water pour over my head, face, into my mouth and increase the bubbles, thinking of this, your perfect sensual mouth and masculine brow, your fine jawline and that place between your neck jaw and ear, that smells invariably of YOU, of your inner elbows, your wrists, and thier smoothness, the hair on your legs and how it will look in the shower, with water pouring down it in rivers and tiny streams: The shower head is warm, warm and does wonders for my cunt, already dewy and slick from the imagined arch of your brow, eyeing me, the bemused look on your face, cheeks slightly clenched and straining from the pleasure of your grasp. When i soap my ass i make sure to turn toward where you would be, spreading my legs and washing deliberately, parting the folds below from behind the way i think you would and enjoying the thought of your finger circling my tight pinkness: I bring the showerhead from behind, washing all the soap away , leaning foreward enough to really get that heat in there, thinking of your tongue instead. then its you , entering the small space with me, in the heat and steam, cock rigid and pressed up against my cunt from behind, yes, and pushing to me , wordless and staring as i brace my hands on the shower wall; you make my legs shake: perhaps you would gift me with a rub of the clit wraparound as you did this, or not, but either way your finger traces my asshole gently as you fuck me in long smooth strokes, squeezing my breast upward in your other hand, biting my neck, and giving it to me as long as you'd like, muttering what a dirty little slut i am in my ear , that in this instant, i belong only to you, that i am to think of nothing other than to do what i am shown until you are satisfied, done. As you fuck me i attempt to be quiet but as i am a sensualist, i cannot remain so, you clamp your hand over my mouth, and fuck harder, hitting the bottom, pulling my stance further backward so as to angle the trajectory of your cock just so, so that its sliding tight as can be in and out of me as you grind. It hurts me, but you love it, and tell me so.
In my head, eventually we always turn face to face when you get close. I want to see your face when you cum, knowing that that in itself will throw me heavy over the edge of my own multiple orgasms, it feels to me, more intimate this way; you rub your cock on the outside against my throbbingly slippery clit and tease me in the way that only you ever could, grinning fiendishly and asking if i like it, to which i can only nod by this point. Then you are holding my hands in one strong hand above my head, the other hand finger fucking me to full capacity down below until its nearly painful and unbearable and i am begging you, PLEASE,please. PLEASE fuck me, begging you to give me your beautiful cock again, until you mercifully relent, and slide it in, right to the hilt kissing me violently as a beast, i can barely stop myself from cumming now but force myself to keep it reigned in until you tell me its time in a low whisper, and your pace quickens with my heart beat and breath as you steadily slam into my willing cunt, our grunts and moans coming faster and deeper until i can feel you are at full size and begin to stiffen, we both do; i look into your eyes, giving it all to you, my orgasm, my love, my lust and my sex, all of me in the deepest sense belonging to you in that moment , as you spill every drop of your seed into me, wracked with pleasure and joy, one hand holding me close the other choking me, slowing my breath as i heave with you. You're an animal, your deeply intelligent beautiful eyes terrifying and delighting me, reflecting the passion that i feel toward you in return, and we rest , quiet now , until its time to start again.
completely unclean.