The Fantasy of lust and love roam my mind through the day, almost everyday.  It makes me wet thinking about him, wanting his lips to touch mine, but knowing I'm to far away.  The wait is killing me, like as if he was standing naked in front of me but I couldn't touch, taste, or smell him.  The  fantasy works faster in my mind.  The things I want to do to him, the things I want him to do to me, how I miss his warm hands cupping my ass, slowly moving his hands up and down my body gently but exoticly teasing my skin.  His lips kissing me with sedutive desire, him grabbing my face closer rougher to his.  Kissing me hard with passion.  I want him deep inside me making me arch my back so I look like a water fall over his arms.  I want him to make me cum, I want him to make me beg for more and more.  Like I can't get enough.  My fantasy becomes more life like in my mind when I feel him pull out and cum on my chest like a bomb explosion.  I lean up and he kisses me softly as if he was thanking me  silently, but really I'm thanking him.

                                                            Written by, Maureen McKenzie   -01-08-2010