Generotico

This morning I woke up desiring you, as yesterday's morning, and the one before yesterday. My hands wanted to hold onto your naked torso, over the one my face was resting getting caressed by your hair, meanwhile my mouth was filling it with tender and warm kisses.

My fingers wanted to get lost between your curly hair, and my nose get your natural smell, mixed with mine, and with the smell of our sex already satiated.

My legs wanted to entwine with yours and my tights wanted to caress your bared ass, to run over them and come back to the initial point over the back of your knee. My hips were looking for the heat of your pelvis, playing to caress your pubis with mine, trying to wake up your heat and your passion which was laying languid and without movement under the sheets.

My feet wanted to seduce you, to caress you all over and run your body from edge to edge. My lips were lost over your nape y and my tongue was looking anxious to hide inside your mouth, to dwell inside leaving you impregnated with my taste.

Once my body run over yours, and your eyes opened to see my work, I wanted to feel your breath over my breasts, I wanted your mouth to stand over the hardness of my nipples, and the hardness hidden between your tights to take refuge between mines. I wanted your lips in company of your thick saliva enjoyed my nipples, I wanted your lips to drink from them and to caress them.

Instead of calling me with my name, I wanted your words to got drown over my breasts, as your dick was drowning in my entrails, as my vulva got drown with your semen and as my love gets drown with my tears, each morning when, as today, I wake up and don’t find you next to me.


Deborah Tourne