As I wrote this one, I was thinking of my favorite show, Charmed, and how it would be if I were a witch.
“It feels so good when you touch me…” James murmured against my neck, stroking my back. I ran my hands through his hair and we kissed. “I love you, James.” I whispered to him. “I love you too.” He groped me, swinging me off my feet and carrying me to the bed. I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck. When we got to the bed I heard a strange knocking sound. We both paused midway between him placing me on the bed. I disentangled myself from my new husband and went to answer the door, but he stopped me. “Just ignore it, please.” “But it might be—” “No! You promised me there would be no magic tonight…besides the magic we’re going to make ourselves.” “Baby, I know but innocent lives may be at stake. You knew this might happen.” James frowned. “I just want to make love to my beautiful bride.” He kissed my hand and then my arm, pulling me back towards him. There was another knocking noise. James furrowed his eyebrows in anger as my uncle Leo orbed into the room. “For God’s sake, Leo!” James began. “James, please.” I looked at him apologetically. “I know. I’m sorry, but her sisters need her.” Leo said, looking franic. “If my wife gets killed tonight, all hell is going to break loose!” James said angrily, but knowing that there was nothing he could do to stop me from going. “I believe you.” I said, kissing James on the cheek. “I’ll be right back. Be naked by the time I get back.” I said, winking at him. Leo made a slightly disgusted face. James couldn’t help but smirk at me. “Fine.” He sighed, letting go of my arm. I took Leo’s hand and he orbed me out immediately.
I just want to be happy. And I want someone I like to like me back. But I guess that’s just...
I just want to be happy. And I want someone I like to like me back. But I guess that’s just too much to ask for.
kissyoualloverandoveragain: Feeling at rest within her...
Feeling at rest within her embrace…
Whoever is following this blog, please go away! No followers!
Go away! Creeps.
I want a hot guy!
Why the fuck don’t I have one??
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I want this :(
I want this :(
youngblackandvegan: my wife is the baddest I never really...
my wife is the baddest
I never really watched this show, but I want to because of them!
sexx-it-up: damn I wish I had a hot white guy to do this...
damn
I wish I had a hot white guy to do this with…
Fuck being horny during my period! Ughhh.
Fuck being horny during my period! Ughhh.
Boys are stupid. I don’t want a boy. I want a man.
Boys are stupid. I don’t want a boy. I want a man.
dhampyre: I just saw the end of this movie called "Perfect...
I just saw the end of this movie called "Perfect Sense." It's about some weird disease that makes people lose their 5 senses after an emotional upheaval. An epidemiologist falls in love with a chef. I don't know how things went badly for them, but at the end they both lose their hearing and when they're reunited, they both lose their vision as well. But they see each other before everything goes black. I liked the song at the end. It was lovely. It made me want love. Sigh…
I want love.
I wish I had a hot, sexy man who would make me moan. I probably never will. Sigh…
I wish I had a hot, sexy man who would make me moan. I probably never will. Sigh…
I want you to touch me all over my body. With your hands and with your lips. Wrap me in your warmth....
I want you to touch me all over my body.
With your hands and with your lips.
Wrap me in your warmth. Fill me with it.
Love me.
Fuck me…
Fuck me…
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“I love you. I want you.” James grabbed my wrist. He turned me around and kissed me. I...
“I love you. I want you.” James grabbed my wrist. He turned me around and kissed me. I kissed him back. He grabbed my butt and pulled me close against him. I grinded my hips against his and felt his erection through his pants. He groaned. “Touch me.” He said, grabbing my wrist and putting my hand against his crotch.
Fuuuuckkk.
Fuuuuckkk.
“Hot girls like you don’t exist. Not for guys like me.” “You think...
“Hot girls like you don’t exist. Not for guys like me.”
“You think I’m hot?”
“Yes. You’re the sexiest, most attractive woman I’ve ever spoken to. But I never imagined you’d be interested in me—”
“Well I am.” I step forward and kiss him.
When I pull away, an expression of shock is on his face.
“What’s wrong?”
“I just didn’t know you liked me.”
“Well can’t you be happy about it?” I stepped back, unsure of myself.
But then he smiled and grabbed me. He kissed me hard. I laughed at his enthusiasm.
He kissed me and touched me more, pulling me close. “I like you a lot. I like you so much.” He said, whispering in my ear. I smiled, ecstatic to finally be in the arms of the man I loved more than anything.
“Be my girlfriend.” He whispered, kissing my temple. “I would love to. Do you have any idea how happy that makes me?” I gazed into his brown eyes. They had a greenish tint that I had never been close enough to see.
“I’m so glad I can make you happy.” He said, kissing me again. I loved his lips. They were full and soft, much like my own. He kept touching me and kissing me and whispering in my ear. “You’re beautiful. I’m a lucky man.” He said, grinning.
“God, you’re so beautiful…” He whispered, stroking the side of my face. His gaze was full of wonder and pure pleasure. He made me nervous. He kept smiling and telling me how amazing he thought I was.
“Let’s go upstairs…?” He phrased it as more of a question than a command.
I nodded, smiling.
We ran upstairs, holding hands.
When we got to the bedroom, he spun me around and kissed me again, guiding me backwards towards the bed.
“God, you’re so beautiful…” He murmured between kisses. “I’ve been dreaming about you…” He whispered. He took my jacket off.
I ran my hands over his chest and turned him around, forcing him to sit on the bed.
“Really? What happens in your dreams?” I grinned, unzipping his jeans.
“This.” He said, grabbing me by my thighs and making me straddle him. He ran his hands up and down my back. His touch made me shiver.
We kissed and touched each other for at least 15 minutes. I felt his erection growing in his jeans. I rubbed my crotch instinctively against it. He couldn’t take it anymore and turned me around so that I lay on the bed.
Kicking off his jeans, he crawled on top of me. He reached under my dress and pulled my panties off, slowly. His fingers grazed my skin as he did this. It gave me goose bumps.
He kissed my left knee and kept his hand on the back of my other knee. He kissed up my leg, up towards my thighs. He spread my legs and moved the hem of my dress up.
He made me so nervous. I felt pins and needles all over. But in a good way. My skin was on fire wherever his lips or fingers touched me. He wanted to go between my thighs, but I closed my legs.
He took the hint and came back up to my face. I felt the bulge of his erection against my pelvis as he lay delicately on top of me, kissing me with a lot more tongue.
He made me turn around so he could unzip the back of my dress. He took it off as slowly as he’d removed my panties, his warm palms sliding over my shoulders as he took the straps off over my arms.
My dress lay in a heap at the foot of the bed along with his jeans. I turned to face him and he marveled at my breasts. He kissed them and squeezed them tenderly. He bit my nipples. His touch seemed to send electric shocks through my body. He ran his hands up and down my back.
Then he got back on top of me, spreading my legs. He moaned as he entered me.
I gasp, letting my head fall back against the pillow. He kept his hands on my hips to keep me still. “Fuck.” he whispered in ecstasy.
He takes it slowly at first, leaning forward to kiss me. He placed one hand behind my neck, and stroked my side lovingly. He rocked between my thighs slowly, reveling in the sensation.
He gazed into my eyes and his eyes said everything. I felt too vulnerable to say what I felt, but his eyes reassured me. “I love you.” He said, letting his forehead rest on my chest.
He kissed my chest and collarbone. “Be mine.” He whispered. “I love you.” I said, running my hands through his soft dark hair. Then he sped up, making me moan. He lifted my legs and fucked me harder.
I had to bite my lip to stay quiet.
“Oh god…” He cursed. I felt myself nearing my climax. I squeezed my own breasts as he took me over the edge…
We were both breathing heavily, in the throes of orgasm. I couldn’t keep myself quiet as the paroxysmal release washed over me. I moaned loudly, feeling my back arch involuntarily as if my body had its own mind. A mind to meld itself to my lover.
I was trying not to say anything, but I couldn’t help myself anymore. “Fuck me!” I moaned and he laughed, obliging me. He squeezed my breasts in his hot hands. I felt myself burning up.
Finally he collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily and sweating. I could barely breathe. The heat and passion between us was overwhelming. Neither of us could move for several minutes.
When we’d finally caught our breath, I sat up. “Don’t go.” He begged me, making me lie back down. “I’m not finished with you yet.” He said, an evil grin playing across his lips…
The only reason my desire for a boyfriend is growing now is because I don’t have anything to...
The only reason my desire for a boyfriend is growing now is because I don’t have anything to do. I wish I had a hot boyfriend who would touch and kiss me a lot. It’ll probably never happen to me. Sigh…
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