it was a kind of best of all worlds scenario. you left me fulfilled many ways, soaked in your scent and the feeling of you giving to me consciously, because you knew I needed more, and wanting me, and having faith that you would love and feed me some more. It’s so beautiful knowing and trusting that.
…and then…I was left alone. Without having released my passion. Soaked with the memory of you and the knowledge of your lovemaking…vivid images and sensations and the feeling that you’re free to do it again and that you probably will soon, because I know you’re hungry to be fucked – now extra hungry.
I seduced myself with the pleasure of surrendering to that…alone with myself knowing I would make love to myself…feeling your choice and pleasure and knowing it was now up to me to give to myself…and I submitted to the pleasure of you making love as I masturbate to it…with the fresh memory of licking out your pussy where he left his semen…
I and relaxed and made love, touched and stretched my ass, licked a dry pool of cum off of the mirror that was on the kitchen table, and teased myself into a sweet frenzy…backed off of orgasm once and then went for it.
I gushed out semen, spurting it all over previous releases left on the mirror…and licked and drank all of it a moment later.
and slept peacefully with my mouth wet and sticky with both of us, feeling safe in your embrace and my selflove…my thirst quenched…for now…