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When He Comes Home....

We lie in bed together, the sun had not yet risen and the foggy, dark morning over Washimgton had still not yet begun....
I'm asleep, and planning on sleeping in on Saturday morning dreaming my favorite dream;
That I was sleeping in on a Saturday morning!
But I felt a large strong hand on my shoulder turn me over on my back...
I inhale but drift back to sleep...
Sooo tired and sleepy I can't think straight.....
I choose to not think and head back to sleep.
I can't tell if he's looking at me.
We sleep nude for his convenience. He pulls the blanket off my naked body, exposing my naked **** to the rising sun...
I sigh not realising this wasn't a dream....
He puts his head to my chest and lightly kisses with wet lips my breasts...
I stretch still dreaming.......
He puts his hand on my *** and rubs the sleepy nipple until it's wide awake...
Then he takes his finger and rubs circular motions on the other nipple while sucks and kisses the other...
I wrap my arms around his wide back and slide my feet between his legs...
He's sucking harder now, tugging in just the way I like on them... His hands are soo strong but soo deliciosly gentle...
They barely make an indention on my skin as they enjoy me....
"Alright, honey I gotta go..."
"Awwww!" I moan disapointed.
He leaned over and kissed my forehead...
"I know honey, but I gotta work..."
It wasn't fair... Not fair that he had to work on OUR day... every saturday we would spend in bed making love and between this he'd sit on the bed and place me between his legs whispering sweet nothings in my ear...
"Isn't there anything can do?"
"No, sweetey... I have to go but I'll make it up to you soon alright?"
"When?"
"When I get home silly."
He stands up and pulls his jeans over his wonderful, pale legs. They remind me of marble pillars...
He pulls them all the way up his tight, cute, porcelaine bottom...
Then pulls a T-shirt over a body so very similar to Michaelangelo's David...
Puts a Denim Jacket on kisses me and leaves...
I climb out of bed and take a long, hot shower...
I consider ************ but decide against it. I want to be a special kind of Horny when he gets home...
I toss the baby blue robe over me and walk to the kitchen...
Sitting at the table depresses me...
I am required to cook every meal except breakfast.
That's his meal. He'd probably make his pancake battered bacon or buiscuts and gravy.
But not today...
I remember the conversations we'd have at breakfast...
But I'll have to wait until he comes home...
I lay down on the couch, the back of my skull still buzzing numbly with his touch...
I dream of him coming through the door and throwing himself on the couch...
He'd be just as horny as I would be when he got back...
He'd pull my ankles back behind him until my throbbing **** was at his needy ****.
I'd try to throw my arms around him only to have them jerked back over my head.
We'd make out, his mustache tickling my nose and his rough nature exciting my body. He'd untie my robe and peel me out of it like a candy wrapper....
He'd throw me over his shoulder and carry me into the bedroom like a savage taking a mate.
He throw me across the room as if he was tossing a frisbee. I'd fly through the air screaming, I'd land on the bed with a squeel.
I'd play along scrambling to get up, but he'd show me...
Oh, he'd show me...
Tying my hands up with his belt, he'd get behind me, taking his clothes off and bumping his crotch against me.
He'd pull my legs around him and force me back into his **** doggy style...
He'd bounce me back and forth knowing what it does to me....
I'd scream with ******...
He'd *** in me, satisfied with my pleasure...
Then he'd force my face into the sheets suffocating me...
He'd pull me back into the position roughly...
He'd laaaay me back down, **** still in me, bearing down on my back..
Then he'd pull me up off my hands and knees and onto my knees, my back against his warm chest....
He'd kiss my neck, my jawline, humming with satisfaction, the noise vibrating through his lips and tingling my whole head...
Then he'd lay me back into his lap, and stroke my hair, whispering sweet nothings....
I could have all that.... I will have all that.... (And I did have all that)
When HE comes home...
abritishgirl abritishgirl 70+, F 14 Responses May 29, 2012

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very well written! i wish i was wanted like that:)

Good explanation of pure passionate love

awwwwww..hope he comes home soon for you..:)

Erotic & awesome

erotically beautiful

AAAAnticipation!

Awesome story :)

loved it! :)

Great!

Your wonderful writing has special intensity.

I like to talk dirty to Ez so I guess it comes natural...

You intrigue me all the more. Do you mind?

so very nice u love and sexy story..................

Such a sweet and sexy story. I like your method of desc<x>ription too. =)

nice story it make me think of my wife and myself. add me i would like to read more of your post in the future.

Very impressive! It's always nice when there's at least something to go off of in the first place. I have a man that comes to me in dreams and has been for years since the night before my 18th birthday. I've wrote about it on my profile,feel free to look. But that was amazing and keep it up one day hopefully you'll be able to write a book and we can all own one!:0)-

so what your saying is "when momma want's dirty, momma wants dirty NOW! lol

Absolutely! I'm a firm believer that I'm a tri-sexual, as old ax the saying is good...... I'll try anything once:";) or multiple times. But hey I'm a bit of a reader and freaky like that. Good job again hope to read more.

Very sensual. That is why women write the best erotica.

sex is a play, girl!
That's why men are actors and us lucky hussies get to be the audience!... so why shouldn't we write the best erotica!