Straight Female / 25
I think I'm in love with this older man. To be honest, he isn't an older man but an older guy. He is five whole years elder to me. He has dated women 10 years younger. They've elaborately described their intimate kisses and more in poems.
My man, doesn't know I'm in love with him. He doesn't know that I imagine making love to him while I masturbate, or that I scream his name as I moan in joy. I dream of making love to him everyday. I dream of bearing his child. I dream of his hands fondling my breasts.
I regret not having slept beside him when he was visiting me. I regret shying at seeing him in his boxers. I should've sat next to him on my bed, faked a back pain and asked him for a rub.
Adoring a short babydoll that just about reaches my waist, I'd have laid on my stomach to let him rub my back. I'd have asked him to lift up the dress and rub on to the skin;revealing the black lace lingerie. I'd ask him to place his legs around my body and arch over my back to evenly massage it. I'd slowly raised my butt to touch his crotch to feel up his cock between my butt cheeks. By then I should have be leaking some juice. My startled man might want to get out of this, but he would be too close to let go. He tears my underwear out, pushes me into a crouching position. He pulls his nearly hard cock out and rubs it over my butt cheeks as he holds on to my boobs. Squeezing them with all the force, as he rocked back and forth over my butt he got harder.
Without a further thought he would've inserted his cock into my wet vagina. He would've squeezed harder at my boobs as he trusted in and let go of them as his cock came out. I'd moan loud and clear just his name. He'd smiled and enjoyed every moan as it got louder. He'd have come into me and collapsed right beside me.
Snuggling his hands under my dress over my boobs, he'd have fondled them as he whispered, "You don't have to tell me. I know it when I look at your eyes. You love me. And our child that you will bear would know that their mom was loved immensely by their dad."
My man, doesn't know I'm in love with him. He doesn't know that I imagine making love to him while I masturbate, or that I scream his name as I moan in joy. I dream of making love to him everyday. I dream of bearing his child. I dream of his hands fondling my breasts.
I regret not having slept beside him when he was visiting me. I regret shying at seeing him in his boxers. I should've sat next to him on my bed, faked a back pain and asked him for a rub.
Adoring a short babydoll that just about reaches my waist, I'd have laid on my stomach to let him rub my back. I'd have asked him to lift up the dress and rub on to the skin;revealing the black lace lingerie. I'd ask him to place his legs around my body and arch over my back to evenly massage it. I'd slowly raised my butt to touch his crotch to feel up his cock between my butt cheeks. By then I should have be leaking some juice. My startled man might want to get out of this, but he would be too close to let go. He tears my underwear out, pushes me into a crouching position. He pulls his nearly hard cock out and rubs it over my butt cheeks as he holds on to my boobs. Squeezing them with all the force, as he rocked back and forth over my butt he got harder.
Without a further thought he would've inserted his cock into my wet vagina. He would've squeezed harder at my boobs as he trusted in and let go of them as his cock came out. I'd moan loud and clear just his name. He'd smiled and enjoyed every moan as it got louder. He'd have come into me and collapsed right beside me.
Snuggling his hands under my dress over my boobs, he'd have fondled them as he whispered, "You don't have to tell me. I know it when I look at your eyes. You love me. And our child that you will bear would know that their mom was loved immensely by their dad."
