Date: Sun, 17 Oct 2010 11:05:02 EDT
From: Julyguy1@aol.com
Subject: When you are touching me...

When you are touching me ... Copyright Alex Carr 2010

When you are touching me it seems all the stress and strains of today's
world disintegrate into little orb like particles which are replaced by a
wonderful feeling of joy and desire - it is always the same, you are my heaven,
 you make my urges treble like a high speed racing car from nought to sixty
in a  few seconds and when you fuck me I am the servant and you the master
and I am  happy with that.

When I feel you touch me the way you do, the undoing my zip so slowly and
tantalisingly ,  like you are trespassing into a secret place as you peel
my jeans off and bury your head into me, smothering me like you do, all those
 deep and loving feelings that can only derive from you. You sniff me
there, once  I was embarrassed but no more because you show me just how you want
and enjoy me  - you even like me soiled garnished with the sweat of the day,
you tell me  you  prefer me that way - then your lick as you tease my cock,
then the tip  of your tongue down under and over my balls, reaching other
places too, that  which will soon be opened for you.

By this time my anus aches for you,  we know what we want , we know  what
gratifies us most, and we mingle and change positions for me to oral your
cock, to stretch it back and take its scent, its aura tempting me to taste and
 devour, taking it deep throat tasting the absolute earthiness and its
pungency,  that's what I like for you and for me.

You make my cock burn and throb, you say;  "I want your ass fuck all  night
long,"  feeling it  through my man thong, sucking and tasting  where your
cock will soon belong, pushing its stiffness up me proud, hearing me  yell
sounds of utter relief as you serve me with the relished fuck I  desire.

 I bend over bare back for you, that is always what I love to do, to
wiggle and present and be all ass for you, to feel your slaps which make it
sting, then enjoy your finger slip in, rimming me, anointing me with your mouth,
 before all systems are go deep south, you find the fuck you wanted inside
me, I  hear you groan and growl like an animal, moving my hips to help the
passage,  stretching the way clear for you to  execute deep thrusting
movements and  manoeuvres, fucking my hole like a steam piston engine, that's how I
like it and  I know you do too.

You make me feel that I absolutely belong to you, my master, I your
servant, always there ready for your call, to take you fuck and all that springs
your  urge to take me..

When you whip me I like that too, when you tie me over your custom made
stool, to feel and derange me to match you mood, like sometimes you need to
share me with your food, remembering the spaghetti hoops, the whipped cream,
the  edible paint, sucking and licking and swallowing too, as I cum so
strong for  you, then I taste your cream spurt into my face, licking it off and
then you  scorn me saying what a terrible disgrace.

Another bend over but this tome for spanks, over my tight jeans you make me
 sore until I cannot sit any more, but then you make it better, massaging
me all  over with lubricant oil in a French letter, then I feel you lovely
prick inside  once more, feeling stroking it as I lay stretched out on the
floor, craving you  fuck deep and rough up my ass, like you took me once after
a picnic on the  grass, you took me over a fallen tree trunk I recall, you
stood there behind me  looking so tall, then I felt your prick make its final
approach, then the hurt  as you fucked me hard, but it was all okay because
we both like it that way, the  pain, the passion that follows, my ass ready
for you, for you quality fuck  entering soul.