missing him
I feel empty. Void.
Perhaps it’s an empty feeling in my heart, and I just have a need to crush it. I want to wrap my legs around him and impale myself on his cock. My hips spread and his thighs pushing on my ass. Straddling his sex and taking his body inside mine- connecting with him in that place we have created.. I just need him to fill me and make me whole again. It’s been to long and I am hungry for him. All I am left with are memories, and while they sometimes keep me company on a lonely night, days like today when I am missing him and hungry for his cock, my memories do not keep me as warm as I’d like.
I remember once we fucked on the floor of his garage. I’m not sure how or why we never made it into the house. There was a towel that he threw to the floor but my legs still rested on the cold concrete. The remember the smell of motor oil and laundry soap. I could feel cold chill from under the big garage door brush over my skin as I grinded against his body. He laid back, on the small towel, the dirty floor- watching me. Encouraging me to fuck him like a good girl does. Holding on to my hips and rocking me on him- balancing me and lifting his hips up as I pushed back and then dropping them as I moved forward, to extend the thrust and sink into me. Groaning with each connection and pushing out short bursts of air. It was a dirty fuck. Grunting and sweaty. It was hot in the garage- thick moist air from the recent rain, mixed with the weight of our sex in the air around us.
I rode him slowly, feeling him push deep into my pussy, filling me. My legs were getting warmer, muscles burning. I watched him, watching me. His eyes, warm and adoring, half closed but fixed on me. His mouth slightly open, escaping hard breaths and hungry groans.
Right there… the slight angle shift of his hips and his cock grazed around the g-spot. My cunt was already warm and sensitive, I was so ready for this. I moved on him slower. In control of the grazing sensation. Pushing, just little, rubbing- ohh, right there. I leaned forward, pressing my clit against his body.
“Don’t…move,” I told him, “shhhh… oh right there. Don’t move…” My body movements were slight, my orgasm teetering and climbing to the peak. I moved his cock inside me, slowly, around and around… forward, back. My breaths were shallow and I felt my skin tingle everywhere. My clit pushed on his pelvis, pressure. just pressing my clit- fast thumps of pleasure. My pussy melting into the intense heat.
“ooooh, yeah baby.” he beckoned to me, “Cum for me now baby.” His hands gripped at my hips and he started to rock his hips with mine. His thrust sent a spear of sex up my spine. My body melted into his. I was fucking him fast now- my body instinctively grinding, rocking, fucking. My body releasing and sex flowing from my lips. My dirty words running out of my mouth, down my neck and all over him. He closed his eyes, “Ohh I can feel you cumming baby. I feel you cumming all over my cock.”
My thrusts slowed and became more jerking movements. My body was convulsing from the aftershocks. I rolled forward on him, kissing his chest professing my sexual haze induced love for him. His hands wrapped around my back and he let me rest my body on him for a while. We didn’t speak for a few long minutes and then he whispered into my hair, “Now that you’ve had your fun, lets go upstairs, slut, so I can fuck you right.”
Oh God I know that feeling. I love the desire it brings, the aching that gets me off with barely a touch. But I hate missing him if there isn’t a quick end in sight.
Such a vivid memory to torment you. It was fucking hot to read, but I can see why it hurts to relive it.
If this is fucking you the wrong way, I don’t want to be right! I hope you get that empty feeling filled soon.
I love a dirty fuck in a dirty place……..very hot
Well I just cleaned up one side of the garage. And there are a couple of really nice thick rugs down ( I like to pimp my garage for cheap via the goodwill store ) that we could use. Man I know what I’ll be thinking of when I get out of the truck tonight.