|Favorite book:||Xandria Hollander|
|Member Since:||Aug 4, 2011|
"And my clit Tender And begging To be sated" Quote from Thighs and from Wifey Waiting ...or somewhere...
Who am I? Just Wifey Wales wiling the time away a bit while different facets of life evolve into the type of beautiful that God means for them to be. Still, the waiting can be an interesting time.
What is there to wait for? Mm.. this at the moment is a tedious excersize... that is, not in the mood to write.. not in the mood to wait. Not in the mood to do anything but feel the panting and quickened heartbeat of my lover. Still, for the in between times when my hands have to be busy about other things--more than just feeling what he does in between my legs.
So, a letter to Hubby whom is traveling and away from home on business somewhere--
This is what I was thinking on. It isn't our choice of literature ever. Not Ever. It came from some rag somewhere and it is crudely and rudely descriptively what home life with you is all about. Thought we save creativity for bed...
His rock hard cock was in his hand as he pressed it up against her tight slit. He looked at the smooth wide curves of her hips, wondering what she felt like inside. He thrust inside slowly, making her cry a little. Her pussy muscles were squeezing the hell out of his rock hard dick. He grunted, trying to adjust the situation. Her wetness made it slide in a bit more. His fingers stroked her nipples, tugging at them.
She was gasping helplessly, and her pussy was getting wetter. He pushed it in deeper, making her back arch. He knew that he was hurting her by now, and worked his hips harder to give it to her rough. His hands gripped her slender shoulders really tight, and he began to fuck her so hard. The bed was creaking so loud, he was sure the neighbors heard. He could tell that she hadn't had sex in a long time, she was trembling and breathing so hard. Her orgasm was so strong that he could feel pulsing through her silky body.
Now he had her shoulders at the very edge of the bed, her head was leaning off the bed while she screamed. He fucked her like a sex fiend, unable to slow it down. He didn't care how loud she screamed, he intended to fuck her until they were both satisfied. Her scrreams were silenced
Anyway--I have decided that we have had hotter times.. that I am or can be just as good a writer if not better and that i would wile away the time working at it, until you are back in between my legs again...
No poignant thoughts. No...poetic prose? No Powerful reproofs and rebukes of moral indignation and inspiring revelation....
Jeez. yea. I love my husband.. want to fuck him day and night, night and day... want him to put the temporary pusses out of the way. Will let you know when he can't get enough of me like I can't get enough of him..
In the meantime... let's see what comes up.
How disappointing is the heart of some. "How terrible!" is the comment of others. "How--"
"Jeez Fuck Me the way I need!" Cintilating. Facinating... (fucking reverberating every nerve in my body, every thought every....ah...)
Will write more later...
Not that interested in who I am, just in getting to know him in every way humanly possible in the way that is only mine to know... no matter how many bed partners he's had...
And to pluck the feathers off of him slowly. Very slowly.
Will write a real story and book as time goes on... just free writing a bit... and who ever can think of anything else first thing in the Morning... ?
He is the sexiest man alive... Who can think of anything but?
Will write a book soon. Promise. Will write a story of some kind that makes sense about this or that...soon... for now...
just Him.. Just want him.. Just love him. (Besides. I have to learn how to write dirty. Why later. Just do. So bear with me...)