Talking to You

I can't believe some of the things I say to you. Sometimes I remember that it's you, you know, you, and it's a little strange. But I really do think and feel them. And when I expose my inner thoughts to you it feels really good to do that. I go pretty far with myself. Sometimes daring to reveal myself to you is the only thing that can turn me on. But then it was with no hesitation whatsoever that I let you rather carefully watch me fuck my ass. I hope you enjoyed looking at my face. Thank you for taking the mirror out and showing me. That felt so compassionate of you. I was so far-out and my mind and feelings were softened into hot flexible shapes. And then I was face to face with myself, in your hands. - So, we've actually done that, and it makes me want to be seen cumming by you right now. That is the residue of the experience, wanting to be seen with my face deep in orgasm by you, knowing I've experienced it in reality. More so it makes me want to feel your emotions unravel, unravel into mine, whatever would relax you the most totally. You pumping your semen deep into my mouth feels really healthy and satisfying that way, like you could let go of yourself to an unusual degree and know I was there to hold you. I would still love you if all you wanted to do was spurt it all over my face, and deny me the pleasure of the warm jets against the back of my throat. You could also masturbate on my belly, humping me hard, wet or dry. But I would be very happy to lay on my back and pull up and open my legs, positioning myself just the way I love to fuck women, and open my ass to you. And I would feel your big cock stretch it, bare, not even too slippery because I want it to hurt a little. Could you relax into me? Could you stand the power of my reaction, my total intensity, my riveting heart, the expression in my eyes? Could you let your spirit drop into yourself into my moan, and just be really easy within yourself and fuck me? You've fucked some beautiful women. I've seen their faces. I can't imagine how sweet she was, little M. that bitch of yours. Let me be your bitch for a minute. I would open and open slowly and that would make your heart warmer. Take me and let go of yourself. Cum how you want, holding very still, as I moan into the silence, taking your ejaculation into my body... or fucking me powerfully, with your face exposed or my eyes closed, you could blindfold me if you needed. But I would love to see your face the first time you cum up my ass. As you would love to see my face as your orgasm pushes my mouth and makes me swallow your semen w/ utter fulfillment at the deepest of need. I think that would be my most humbling human moment.