Tipsy Memoir

I imagine that when I sleep tonight, my body turns into liquid metal… I feel so pliant.

My smile is more frequent and I feel like I’m drowning.

I feel like I’m losing energy but I also know that I only have to find myself in my niche – sex, to be beastly.

The sheer thought of what I could do, what I could make a mortal – man or woman do… I’m crazed with enthusiasm.

I conjure my man and I begin to murmur in his ears…

“Let me fuck you… real good and slow.”

I pull him upstairs, into the room, holding his hand.

I push him against the closed door and lick him from his lips to his earlobe.

I move to his throat through to his navel.

I’m hovering just over his dick and I feel myself getting wet from excitement.

I briefly stroke my breasts and nipples anticipating the wildness and pleasure.

I run a hand through my face to clear the haze but instead my face emerges with a mischievous half smile looking forward to what’s to come.

I’m going down on him now, my eyes half-closed, willing my neurons to still and behave.

I run my tongue through the length of his dick, then I feel and hear his sharp intake of breath … ugh bliss.

I take his glans in my mouth and suckle, his reaction just about sends me straddling his dick and pleasuring myself.

But I remember to exercise some restraint.

I decide to kiss him instead and my brain turns to mush so unexpectedly.

I’m raving mad for him now.. my lips more urgent, my fingers clawing, my nipples peaking, my hips thrusting, my entire body quivering with need.

He starts to kiss my face and neck, choking me in tandem.

I’m so horny, I beg him to be inside me, but of course, he teases me first by rubbing his dick provocatively against my pelvic region, then reaching into my panties to finger me, one then two fingers.

This time I’m fucking his fingers, moaning and begging for his dick-thrusts.

I guess he must have gotten soft because he decides to appease me… kissing me savagely and plunging into me like a crazed maniac.

We’re fucking so fast, so savagely, so maniacal, so blinded with need, we’re only thinking about peaking.

I throw my head back and scream as I peak, he grunts and grips me in a spasm-like release.

We share a long and sweet kiss then collapse into a dreamless sleep, sated.