The Wholesome Satyr

I know I said I should punish you, tell you things that for sure disgust you - tease you with untruths about having done mmmm...things to you in my mind, make you uncomfortable with erotic descriptions of you and me and the purple-passioned passage of time we will spend together.

Tell you I want to fuck you ( I so do want to!), confess to you my want and lust and a libertine's desire.Wrangle a yarn around how I would like to do things to your body as part of this punishment for not having been here for me today, tonight. Flagellate you with a fine feather, tease your lips with mine, pin you down with sinewy arms, trap you and let my tongue talk to your erogenous spots and mounds. Nip and tuck and press and pleat with every appendage I possess....talk dirty to you as I do that (would you like me to?). Describe each aspect of an act consummating that pinnacle of emotion only you and I can together create. Yes, it would be that unique - it already is. Never to be replicated in time or dimension, not with another, not even with the two of us.

It would be easy to fuck you, I feel the groaning ache well up within me already. I could so easily reach for my cock right now - it is aroused and hardening thinking of your nubile body writhing to my ministrations of love and affection. Grab it, stroke it back and forth, imagining you here, sucking on me, groping for me, moving the foreskin back, running your tongue over its salty periphery, lolling the ever-widening hole as the glisten of the pre-cum oozes in equal measure to the silver of the spittle. I could hold it as I type this out, eyes half-closed thinking how you would feel, skin flushed and breasts heaving as my hands rub and massage your tits together, teasing your hardening nipples with my thumb and forefinger, cupping your breasts in my sweat-moistened palms, bending in supplication to their rotund perfectibility....sucking on you, each aureole-encased dome responding in turn to white-teated bites - gentle and torturous simultaneously. Wet and naked flames licking the rising undulations of your pendulous orbs - and the hands are relentless, unforgiving, unyielding, unctuous and unguent all together.It is the middle of a lonely night, where are you when I am hard and throbbing, beginning to wonder how your parted thighs would shiver to my touch as I bend between them, head resting against your raised hips, jism flowing unhindered from the dark thatch of pubic inversion....and the squirming delight of your quivering inner flesh as I begin to lick your cunt, strong and powerful, lapping the base and letting the flattened tongue ride roughshod over the vulva till my crazed licentiousness finds your peak, till the lips suck your clit....and how not to explode in a spurting shower of snow-flaked lava while imaging this.

Where are you when I am so lonesome ?