I saw her from across the room. I smiled because she was reading a book on life's purpose. It was one that I had read before. Philosophical thoughts rolled through my brain like a distant memory. This told me two things about her. 1 she was a woman with a brain and wanted to use it to improve herself. 2 she was mentally sexy. I was intrigued and in that instant like a dog in heat. She was what I wanted. I wanted her now. My mouth began to water.
I had not even takin the time to realize that she was wearing a black sweater that seemed to slim down her figure. As well as decrease attention to her curves. This prop she wore did nothing to stop my prying eyes. I noticed her curves that were a well endowed blessing given to her by her mama's mama's mama. She had classic beauty. My artistic mind stripped of her clothes like an onion being peeled. Away her clothes fell to the floor layer after layer. I saw her nude in my mind eye. I gazed at her form, it was a beautiful sculpture made of crystalized and polished black marble. It was as if she were fit for this gallery coffee shop. But, she stood out among all the decor everything in here looked fake and cheap but her. She was the piece they spent all their money on and decorated around to make a habitat suitable to her GOD given beauty. She was priceless.
My lower head was speaking to me trying to take over my normally logical mind. I became flooded with imagery of pulling her hair while giving her from behind. Making her cream on my dick as it flowed from her like rain. All for my pleasure so that I could then suck on her sweet forbidden fruit. And lap up the juice that flowed from her savoring it like the tea I am drinking. Just sip after sip. As a man I have that problem it can be great motivator. But, it can get me into trouble..... I can be terribly naughty.
I have to be and remain calm. I'm in public. I begin to grin devilishly. Flipping mentally back and forth between my other half. I continue to struggle to stay in my human form. I don't want to give into my carnal desires. Otherwise like trying to get close to a wild animal she will see me coming and run off. She deserves more than that. Then I realize I'm staring now I look away but in my mind.
Her image lingers like a flash from the sun when coming out of the darkness. I imagine how her kiss must taste. A sweet nectar of honey with my tea. My lower self agrees as it bulges twice it's size in my otherwise loose fitting pants. I look back and my art filled mind begins to fill in shadows, form, and color. I trace and lick her down to her neck. Caressing and cradling her body like a precious stone. In my mouth and down my body. Slow delicate brush strokes against her supple breasts like a nice silk shirt or a summer breeze.
Engulfing them in a gentle suck. Then flicking and teasing her nipples in small circles. Scrolling down her body in the same manner. I use delicate strokes and styles. Some long, slow and delicate. Others sharp and quick. Decreasing and increasing pressure and rhythm to copy her form mentally to imprint her into my mind. Even though all she sees is a man drawing on a note pad sipping morning tea.
Inside my mind I am about to explode with passion. Finally I get up finshing my tea. I smile at her and walk over. "Good Morning." She looks up with a smile that feels like the morning sun on my naked skin. "How are you?" And so with that begins the true mental fuck she has been giving me. Since I saw her from across the room.
I had not even takin the time to realize that she was wearing a black sweater that seemed to slim down her figure. As well as decrease attention to her curves. This prop she wore did nothing to stop my prying eyes. I noticed her curves that were a well endowed blessing given to her by her mama's mama's mama. She had classic beauty. My artistic mind stripped of her clothes like an onion being peeled. Away her clothes fell to the floor layer after layer. I saw her nude in my mind eye. I gazed at her form, it was a beautiful sculpture made of crystalized and polished black marble. It was as if she were fit for this gallery coffee shop. But, she stood out among all the decor everything in here looked fake and cheap but her. She was the piece they spent all their money on and decorated around to make a habitat suitable to her GOD given beauty. She was priceless.
My lower head was speaking to me trying to take over my normally logical mind. I became flooded with imagery of pulling her hair while giving her from behind. Making her cream on my dick as it flowed from her like rain. All for my pleasure so that I could then suck on her sweet forbidden fruit. And lap up the juice that flowed from her savoring it like the tea I am drinking. Just sip after sip. As a man I have that problem it can be great motivator. But, it can get me into trouble..... I can be terribly naughty.
I have to be and remain calm. I'm in public. I begin to grin devilishly. Flipping mentally back and forth between my other half. I continue to struggle to stay in my human form. I don't want to give into my carnal desires. Otherwise like trying to get close to a wild animal she will see me coming and run off. She deserves more than that. Then I realize I'm staring now I look away but in my mind.
Her image lingers like a flash from the sun when coming out of the darkness. I imagine how her kiss must taste. A sweet nectar of honey with my tea. My lower self agrees as it bulges twice it's size in my otherwise loose fitting pants. I look back and my art filled mind begins to fill in shadows, form, and color. I trace and lick her down to her neck. Caressing and cradling her body like a precious stone. In my mouth and down my body. Slow delicate brush strokes against her supple breasts like a nice silk shirt or a summer breeze.
Engulfing them in a gentle suck. Then flicking and teasing her nipples in small circles. Scrolling down her body in the same manner. I use delicate strokes and styles. Some long, slow and delicate. Others sharp and quick. Decreasing and increasing pressure and rhythm to copy her form mentally to imprint her into my mind. Even though all she sees is a man drawing on a note pad sipping morning tea.
Inside my mind I am about to explode with passion. Finally I get up finshing my tea. I smile at her and walk over. "Good Morning." She looks up with a smile that feels like the morning sun on my naked skin. "How are you?" And so with that begins the true mental fuck she has been giving me. Since I saw her from across the room.
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