Analysis of Had We

There won’t be a night to paint pictures of lucid lust. That’s right. I paid attention to the words you typed. I paid attention to your cries of needing to be fucked. Years you’ve laid beside your guy without being touched and after a few weeks of us talking, I could damn near smell the aroma bouncing from your pussy arising from my inbox.

The question though, HAD WE, is all that is left…
Maybe that was me overthinking being the conversation was getting heated. I mean.
I understood the situation of you not just being able to go and come whenever.
I understood you having responsibilities as a mother to an autistic daughter.
I understood the pressure of a demanding husband, however the thoughts that did pass my mind of fucking you were tremendous.
Listening to you explain the reasons of why not, only made me ask, “why not?”

Having my tongue slither through the wetness of your pussy was a constant thought.
Not called the Pussy Bandit for no reason. Lips locking on your clit, fingers inserted, rubbing and stimulating your G-spot while I continued to suck and lick on your aroused private spot.
To have you cum on my lips and suck your flavor from my beard while I laid between your thighs did cross my mind.
Thick, hard, long dick invading your insides, hips grinding with the slow wind.
Once adjusted to my size, your legs are folded to your chest. Eyes closed tight with feeling strokes touch you deep in ways you’ve told me he can’t reach.
I’m a pro at this shit! Not being cocky, I know what, where, and how to do this with the blueprint given to me…

I paid attention to your desires.
I paid attention to all that you revealed.
I paid attention to every detail.
I paid attention to what you thought was only a fairytale.
I paid attention to your tears.
I paid attention to the fears of him having the affairs.
I paid attention…

Amazing how I was intrigued by the shape of your lips. I imagined how soft they would feel pressed against mine all from seeing your images. Seeing your complexion, your build with the thickness in your hips, you were very unaware of your physical based on the awkward stares.
I remember all to well. You jokingly speaking of possibilities of barking if one was to throw the dick on you.
We laughed as you talked about howling and your nails growing long with the feel of dick invading your soul after not having dick in so long. Pussy twitched a bit with sharing ideas of what could be. The feeling of dick was a dream it seemed. Making my move, ample time to approach…
“Given me ample time, so I approached. Face buried in a pillow, ass raised high so that I could eat from both areas before dropping this dick inside of you, would come.”
“Yeah, I’ll give you time to adjust but the sounds of flesh colliding roughly, would come.”
“The sounds of hands clapping your cheeks, would come.”
“The sound of moisture engulfing my dick while stirring deep inside, would come.”
“The sound of suction and queefing exiting your body, would come.”
“The feeling of releasing heavy fluids surrounding my dick that has been embedded deep inside of you, for sure, would come...”

Face twisted, vocal cords strained and sore from the loud moans you release is a given.
Uncertain of the how, the why, or when with the dick penetration taking you away, is a given.
Mind drifted, loss of focus, possibly just quit given a fuck, is a given!
Placing your lips on my lips, hands up and down my spine, we’ll churn in a motion to meet as I steadily grind, is a given. Gyrating and moaning that you’re cumming on my dick, you got it, that is a given. You need this, you wanted this, but in the end, we could never be…

HAD WE THOUGH!!