I can feel the magic floating in the air
Being with you gets me that way
I watch the sunlight dance across your face and I’ve
Never been this swept away
I am in my office trying to get a mountain of work done but all my thoughts are on you. The way you look at me taking in every inch, the way your lips taste after your tongue has pleasured me beyond belief, and the way you stiffen at just the sight of me. How can I do any work when my body is reacting to all those erotic thoughts. Maybe if I lay back and use my delicate skilled fingers to pleasure myself while I think of our last time together.
‘Cause I can feel you breathe
It’s washing over me
Suddenly I’m melting into you
There’s nothing left to prove
Baby all we need is just to be
Caught up in the touch
The slow and steady rush
Baby, isn’t that the way that love’s supposed to be
I can feel you breathe
Just breathe
My nipples are erect and in need of your mouth so I slowly cup the right one and bring it up to my mouth. I imagine it is your lips savouring my nipples one at a time, slowly giving me just what I crave. I push both my perfect pale mounds to my mouth and suck on them both. I can feel the intense longing for you as I suck harder. The feeling moves down my silky skin, past my flat stomach to my aching pussy. My soft manicured hands travel to my wetness and I can hear myself let out a moan as I slowly make circles on my clit. If you were here with me you would take it so slow. By now I would be covered in lavish pearly hot strings of your liquid desire. I can almost feel the warmth as it drips onto me mixing with all my lust fluids.
My fingers are moving faster now and I am tilting my hips upwards as if I was moving with your big, thick cock. I want you so bad I can feel you and taste you. My legs wrap around you and I bury my face in your neck inhaling you, gently but firmly biting as you move faster. The only sounds are our breathing, moaning and your heavy balls slapping in rhythm against my skin. I orgasm so loud I wonder if he rest of the office heard me. I open my eyes to see you standing over me watching with a dirty smile and a bulge in your slacks.
Caught up in the touch
The slow and steady rush
Baby, isn’t that the way that love’s supposed to be
I can feel you breathe
Just breathe
Tiffany, it is so appropriate that you titled your latest erotic vignette “Breathe”. I need you like the air I breathe! When we get caught up in the touch, we always experience the most intimate pleasures. Our lovemaking truly is a slow and steady rush, sometimes it can be fast and intense as we know well! It’s true I’ve never been so swept away, but it has been an exquisitely pleasurable adventure. When I call you, my heart feels as if it will pound out of my chest, but then I hear your breathy voice and a beautiful calm settles over me. The way my body responds to you is unexplainably amazing and you know exactly what I mean! Reading this amorous and naughty account definitely stirred the mixture of love and lust that burn inside of me exclusively for you, my belle! I’m biased, but this beautiful missive is a masterpiece of erotica! I hope you never change, yet you always get better.