Generotico

8:15. The alarm clock starts to sound, with laziness one of my arms steps out of the sheets to turn it off. One more day is beginning and I don't want to leave the bed, still warm because of your presence last night. I rub my thighs one to each other trying to find again the wonderful sensation of having you inside me. The sun starts to light my face and I can't stand one more minute in bed, so I took my nightgown to cover my naked body and go straight to the kitchen.

A brown thick jet fills my cup... The natural smell of the coffee makes me remind your mouth breath and I can't help to wet my lips with my tongue as if it was yours over them. I light a cigarette and in each smoke I imagine I'm blowing it in your face while we are waiting in the bed for the next fuck. Finally the cup is empty just as my body after you left.

Next step is the shower... I let the water cross my body from my hair to my toes as in this liquid were your hands caressing each part of my white geography. I take the towel, smooth, soft and I start taking out the water of my body. Meanwhile I'm drying my hair with the towel, I can imagine your hands embracing my waist and pulling me backwards to your naked body, asking to open my thighs because you are ready to push your dick between my butts... My breasts are moving back and forth with the same rhythm as your waist push your dick inside of me. I look myself in the mirror and I can only sigh hoping you come back tonight.

I go to the dresser and take out my underwear. I choose the perfect match so by the time you undress me you can take them of with that sensualism of yours. I put little drops of perfume in my neck, ears, arms and my groins, it feels like small kisses from your tongue.

While I'm pulling over my stalkings I can see your fingertips exploring each of my legs and finally they caress gently my butts and give that last touch to my pussy making me scream of pleasure.

The rest, is just routine... Then the night comes, and my mind can’t thing about something else but you and your presence inside of my bed... Here I am again, waiting for your kisses, your caresses and your irrational way to make love.



Deborah Tourne