Motivation Denied.

I had a plan. I was going to show you just how much I appreciate you. I was going to show you how comfortable you make me feel and do something for you that I’ve never done for anyone before. I was going to tell you thank you for the way you had made me feel earlier in the day.

There has been something different about our sex. There is so much more passion for some reason; a constant energy being transferred when we are together that builds up inside me till I feel you. This passion has caused my body to react in ways that I have never experienced before.

I looked at you and admired you. Admired your body. The way you walk, with your chest poked out. You caught me staring at you. But I couldn’t help it. I felt lucky to spend time with you. To have you in my life. To have you inside me.  As you lay on the couch in basketball shorts and a wife beater, I went to you. I moved between your legs and pulled your penis out, so I could devour it. You were already a little hard. I didn’t want to wait. I wanted you in my mouth so bad and I did just that. I felt like I was dying with desire.  As I sucked you off, I came. Over and over again. As I felt you getting worked up the more my mouth went up and down on your shaft, I got more worked up myself.

You were ready. You got up and turned me over on to my knees, back arched with my stomach pressed to the earth and my ass raised high to the sky and you slid into me. I was wet…dripping. And as soon as you entered me, I began to cream. This had been happening the last few times on instant with you and I don’t know why. I became so heated by you; so turned on by your strokes, your pounds, your thrusts, your angles, your positions, your sounds, I creamed all over your dick. My body lay flat on the bed with my legs closed as you stroked upward and deep into me, causing my walls to contract around your dick, holding on to you, not wanting you out of me. I wanted you to fill me up just like that forever. I wanted to hear you get hot and bothered, watch you lose control, feel your hands grab on to me harder, pull me into you tighter, fucking me, letting me feel every inch of your thickness. There were body seizures. There were orgasms. There was passion. And as you came, I came. Fluids flowed together as I continued to feel my body release waves of electricity. You had me speechless. You had me aDickted to your every stroke, your every touch, your every word, your every breath.

You gratified me to the point of my body showing you in more ways than one, how unbelievably incredible you make me feel. I wanted to give you something back in return. I wanted to share another new experience with you, one never shared with anyone else.

The plan came while we were hanging out after our sexscapade. We were having drinks at a strip club, discussing the sad excuse of pole dancers in the club. You told me I should get up on stage and give you a dance. I would’ve loved to have been able to get up there and show you some moves that would have your mouth open and your dick hard, but that was not going to happen. So Plan B.

After you stepped out to take care of business, I went into action.  When you got back, I would be waiting…sitting on the couch wearing nothing but a black sexy lace bra and panty with ass cheeks hanging out, along with 6” black and white stilettos. I had a drink in my hand, nervous, but happy. Anticipation rose through my body, yet whether you laughed, got turned on, stopped me, whatever, I knew it would surprise you and I knew you would still enjoy it.

You would walk in the hotel room door and I would stand up. The lights would be off, tea light candles flickering throughout the living room and me with a goofy grin on my face. You’d be high, give me a, ‘what the hell is going on’ look and I’d take your hand and lead you to the chair, which had been moved so there was space around it, for me. Before I sat you down, I’d take your jacket off and pull your pants off. I’d sit you down and turn on Kelly Rowland’s, Motivation. You are my motivation, my muse, the person who stirs up every creative cell in my body when you are around. I would dance for you. I would move seductively around you, touch you, tease you as you sat in that chair with that sexy ass smirk on your face. I would grind my ass on your lap. Rest my back on your chest, reach my mouth to your ear and whisper the words to you, nibble on your ear. I would straddle you with my breasts in your face. I would wine for you.  I would bend over for you, ass close enough to taste. I would touch you softly; kiss your neck down to your chest. I would let you see me in the seductive light, not in the aggressive light. I would tease you till you were hard. Till you were excited. Till your hands were reaching out for me. And then, I would straddle you. Slide my panty to the side and ease onto your hardness, nice and slow. I would ride you as you grabbed hard and spread my ass cheeks as far as they could go. You would bounce me on your dick. You would pull me into you. You would grunt. You would moan. You would curse. You would lift me up as I straddled my legs around your waist and lay me back down on the dining table, lift my legs over your shoulders and lay down lifetime warranty pipe. Damn. I would cum all over your dick, cream included. You would spill yourself into me and we would both pass out, spent, happy and fulfilled.

But it never happened.  My dance for you…my creation for you….my thank you for making me feel good every time you’re near …went to sleep with me, along with the candles burned out, the glass emptied and my heart heavy.