Shower Toughts of You and I

SHOWER THOUGHTS OF YOU AND I

I'm in my shower, by myself, alone with you playing with myself  soaking in wet streams imagining you as I lather myself caressing clean my cock dirtying my mind.  My wife by herself alone in our bedroom watches the morning news, dresses for the day goes downstairs for breakfast drinks her coffee reads her newspaper imagines....whatever...

I imagine you getting wet for me spreading open for me honeying your pussy for me circling your clit for me wanting me playing in this bathtub with me candles and champagne kissing me sucking me toying with me sucking  my cock a moby dick surfacing from the deep you a Queequeg harpooning me with your eyes taking me....squeezing my sperm

Then your pussy rising for me sleek and shiny like apple skin me tasting your fruit, your sweetness you offering me every orifice you wanting everything filled tongue, finger, cock in them all I give you....and I give you two fingers in cunt, pinky in ass, tongue everywhere your back arching for me your toes squiggling for me you, everywhere, coming for me an orgasm from the deep breaking the surface flipping and flopping like a sailfish catching the sun us kissing

My wife brings me coffee she's so thoughtful to keep up the routine.   I wonder however when does she imagine? Where does she play with herself? What are her shower thoughts?

I cleanse from my body the evidence of guilty pleasures the dried juices from last night's sex the oils and sweat of anointed lovemaking.  I love the power of the imagination,  I fucked my wife wanting you, yes you, I shot the cum into her of our love making the stored cum of our correspondence all of it streaming and pumping into her dripping from her afterwards stinking her up with my excesses demanding her morning purification.  I wanted your cleaning but got hers, not you.

In my shower by myself alone with you I shampoo my hair and spread through it cum-like conditioner smoothing me out.  I wash again and again thoinking of you and us fucking and sucking.

In my shower by myself alone with you I write a poem for you jacking-off to get the words right taking myself to the verge composing word ejaculations smoothing me out.  I imagine forgetting her and making love to you.  Fucking you beautifully in the bed then fucking you in the shower showering you with my beautiful, precious cum spurting all over you, but it was her not you.  I was mislead again.

Spurting on face and hair with my seed then cleansing you like a cat its own fur with tongue-kisses making you pure again.  I consider coming for you but I don't I want to feel pumped up for writing you after my shower at the computer untangling my thoughts cock-in-hand writing you.

Thank you for the memories I will see you again in the morning, sleep tight my love, sleep tight.