Forgotten Thongs, Lingering Thoughts

The rain hammered against the windows of my penthouse apartment, a relentless rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of my own heart. I was utterly alone, a strange comfort in the solitude, and the thought of you, my beautiful, intoxicating you, was consuming me. I’d been aimlessly scrolling through the internet when I stumbled upon it – a digital ghost of our past, a faded photograph from a long-forgotten trip to the East Coast. It was you, bathed in the neon glow of a bustling city street, your blue thong a flash of vibrant color against your pale skin. The curve of your hips, the gentle sway of your legs, the way the light caught the delicate folds of your cheeks – it was a cruel tease, a tantalizing glimpse of a pleasure denied. My fingers tightened around the mouse, my thumb tracing the outline of the image, lost in the memory of that night, the primal heat of our encounter.

We hadn’t had true, uninhibited passion in what felt like an eternity. Life, with its responsibilities and obligations, had slowly eroded the raw, desperate longing that once defined our connection. But seeing that picture, feeling the ghost of your scent lingering in the air, ignited a fire within me, a burning desire that threatened to overwhelm my senses. It was a potent reminder of what we possessed, of the exquisite pleasure we had known, and the agonizing absence of it now.

The image of you sucking my cock with your head over the bed flashed in my mind, a visceral memory that sent a shiver of anticipation through my body. Just thinking about it, the anticipation building with each passing second, made my cock twitch uncontrollably. It was an animalistic need, a primal urge that transcended reason and logic. I missed the way you’d pull me in, the taste of your lips, the sweet, intoxicating scent of your breath. I missed the electric current that ran between us, the breathless anticipation of what was to come. You missed it too, I knew it. The longing in your eyes, the hesitant touch, the unspoken desires – they all spoke volumes.

Making love to you was more than just physical intimacy; it was a merging of souls, a complete surrender to the moment. Right now, the only place I wanted to be was within you, lost in the depths of your pleasure, feeling the rhythm of your body against mine. The memory of our night in the East Coast, where we’d let go completely, consumed by our lust, felt like a distant dream. The raw, unbridled passion, the reckless abandon, the sheer intensity of our experience – it was a stark contrast to the muted tones of our current lives.

I wanted to surprise you, to push you beyond your comfort zone, to shatter the fragile veneer of restraint you’d erected around yourself. I envisioned the scene unfolding with meticulous detail: you, mouth gagged, blindfolded, secured to the bed, while I restrained you with ties. My hands would circle your neck, applying gentle pressure until you begged me to eat your pussy. The anticipation would build, the tension reaching a fever pitch, culminating in a desperate plea for release. As I pulled down your trousers, revealing the wet patch of your thong, my heart pounded in my chest. The aroma of your wet pussy, the promise of pleasure, would drive me insane.

Turning your attention to your inner thigh, my fingers would trace the delicate curve, teasing your sensitive skin with a slow, deliberate pace. The sight of your legs wide open, begging for attention, would be both exhilarating and slightly unsettling. Licking your inner thigh, savoring the warmth and moisture, would be a sensory overload, a descent into pure, unadulterated pleasure. The scent of your pussy, so potent and alluring, would fill my senses, driving me further into a state of delirium.

As I moved to kiss your pussy, the rhythmic insertion of my tongue would send shivers down your spine. The feeling of your pussy hair against my lips, the delicate friction, would be an exquisite torment, a tantalizing tease that only heightened my desire. I would lick your entire inner thigh, from base to tip, savoring every inch, every sensation. The wetness, the heat, the scent – it was an intoxicating combination that threatened to consume me entirely. Finally, with a swift movement, I would rip off your top, exposing your naked body in all its glory. The sight of your skin, pale and glistening in the dim light, would send a jolt of electricity through my veins.

Moving up your body, taking your nipple into my mouth, would be an act of dominance, a declaration of my control. Teasing your nipple with my tongue, pushing the boundaries of pleasure, would be an act of both pleasure and aggression. Simultaneously, my free hand would caress your other nipple, pulling and stretching, adding another layer of sensation to the already overwhelming experience.

Suddenly, the urgency of the moment crashed over me. The image of the photograph burned into my mind, the desire for you becoming unbearable. I needed to lose control, to succumb to the primal instincts that were threatening to overwhelm me. I needed to feel your body against mine, to taste your skin, to lose myself in the intoxicating rhythm of our shared pleasure. The thought of hearing you moan, your body writhing in ecstasy, was a siren song, pulling me closer to the edge of complete surrender.

I grabbed the blindfold and gag, securing your mouth shut, trapping your silent pleas. Tying your wrists and ankles, I pinned you to the bed, restricting your movements. My hands, firm and relentless, encircled your neck, applying gentle pressure, a silent command for submission. The anticipation mounted, the tension reaching its peak. I wanted you to beg, to plead, to beg me to eat your pussy. The image of your wide, pleading eyes, begging for release, filled me with a perverse satisfaction. Your legs, now wide open, offered no escape, no chance to flee.

As I continued to lick your inner thigh, savoring the warmth and moisture, my desire intensified. The aroma of your pussy, so potent and alluring, filled my senses, driving me deeper into a state of delirium. You moaned softly, a desperate plea for release, a sign that you were nearing the brink. But you still had your top on, a barrier between us, a symbol of your resistance. There was no way around it; I needed to rip it off, to fully expose you to my relentless pursuit of pleasure.

The sight of your naked body, pale and vulnerable, was both terrifying and exhilarating. The heat of my touch, the roughness of my hands, the relentless pressure of my grip – it was an assault on your senses, a complete surrender to my control. As I moved up your body, taking your nipple into my mouth, you moaned louder, your body writhing in anticipation. The intensity of your pleasure was palpable, a tangible force that filled the room.

Suddenly, the idea of a vibrator flashed through my mind. A small, handheld device capable of delivering intense, focused pleasure. I quickly located one in the drawer, pulling it out and holding it over your pussy. The soft hum of the vibrator against your sensitive skin was a sound I would never forget. Your moans intensified, reaching a fever pitch, as the vibrations spread throughout your body. It was a symphony of pleasure, a crescendo of desire.

As you approached orgasm, I paused, savoring the moment. I threw the vibrator away, letting it rest on the bed beside you. The blindfold and ties were removed, releasing you from my control. You were now free, but you were also on the edge of ecstasy, a precarious balance between pleasure and pain. The anticipation was almost unbearable. You begged me to put my cock inside your pussy, a desperate plea for release. Without hesitation, I pinned you down, spreading your legs wide and slowly inserting my cock into your wet, dripping pussy. The feeling of your pussy hair against my lips, the delicate friction, was an exquisite torment, a tantalizing tease that only heightened my desire.

The ridges inside your pussy were teasing my cock, drawing me closer to the brink of completion. You picked up the vibrator and placed it right on your sweet spot, sending you spiraling into a frenzy of pleasure. Within seconds, you announced you were going to cum, a declaration of your impending release. Your body writhed in agony, a massive orgasm building within you. My load pumped deep inside you, a torrent of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm my senses.

Now, I want to experience this with you, just as we did on the East Coast, when you wore the white lingerie. Let me sit on your face, girl, let me lose myself in your intoxicating beauty. There is no one else I would choose to share this moment with. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on, a goddess of pleasure and desire. When you let go of your inhibitions, you become an animal, and my goodness, am I weak for that. Fuck, I’m lucky, and I cannot wait to have sex with you very soon. For now, I will have to do with the picture. I have a picture of my cock with the picture which is available on request.

Forever yours,

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