@SweetLesGirl
My cutie pie Sweet, I had to write this somewhere and here is the only place I can bare my love for you (and bare my body and yours - but we are getting to that. Don't be impatient).
You are my friend for so long. We have shared many moments - of friendship, love, passion and lust (ok fine. The last 2 was just me).
Now I have to tell you just how I want you...
We would be standing in front of a mirror. Even though we are both short, you happen to be even shorter - so cute and little. I wrap my arms around you, bring you close to me and nuzzle your neck. You smell so good, like a meadow of flowers without the flying bugs. Flowers sweet with the scent of love, delicate like your skin. Droplets of moisture on their petals. Just like the droplets of moisture on your petals. I kiss your neck softly and give you little sucks. Your moans turn me on even more. (If I had a cock, it would be massively hard - because my cock would be massive, obviously. Sadly, you don't like cocks. Thankfully, I don't have one)
I slip the thin straps of your evening dress off your slender shoulders and it falls to the floor, light as a feather, as though crafted with mountain air. Now revealed is your body in all its splendor. Oh, the splendor! Such radiance I have to look away for a moment from the glare. When my eyes have recovered from bring blinded by your beauty, I bring my gaze back to the mirror and admire you. You wear no bra or underwear, my stoute, nie van die kerk vrou. This is something you have been anxiously waiting for and you made me wait even longer, for I have loved and wanted you for years!
I slide my hand to that precious triangle between your toned legs and your head falls onto my shoulder, your eyes closed. Fingers inserting into you, you open up your legs and your sounds of ecstasy get louder. I want to give you orgasm after orgasm. My own are irrelevant and insignificant to yours (I read this is a book. I don't quite agree, but I will do as I read)."Your bliss is my bliss."
The palm of my hand presses against your little nub while you drip even more onto my fingers, like the Niagara falls during a blizzard, moistening the crease of your thighs. I love hearing your desire expressed. Perhaps a bit deafening next to my ears...but if your sweet mewls of pleasure are the last sounds I enjoy before I go deaf, so be it.
My fingers expertly work your hot love channel and your now sensitive clit, and you respond with passionate cries of my name. "Thalassa! Thalasssaaaa! Thal...ASS...a!" For some unknown reason, you emphasize the "ass" in my name. I take no offense, rather I take it as an invitation for the next time.
The slow grinds and churning of your juices like a blender churns ripe mangoes into delicious mango pulp, bring you closer and closer to orgasm. You are no longer coherent. I sing you the alphabet in my most sultry voice but you are no longer listening to me. Your body goes from quivering to spasming. Your face contorts weirdly from ecstasy. To tell the truth, it's not the prettiest sight but that's okay because I'm busy looking at the main action spot. Yes, you are cumming!!! Victory!!!
Once, twice!
Go on, you little overachiever. Nice!
Three, four!
I have all the time in the world ever since my watch broke, slammed against the door.
Five, six, seven!
How many more takes you to a higher heaven?
Eight, nine, ten!
Now you're in the highest of highest heaven.
(Since you have no acrophobia, it's blissful not scary).
Oh Sweet, such is my deep desire for you and such are my fervent fantasies of you.
Will you be my lover?
(This is where you say "Yes, dear Thal. I pine for you. I burn for you." Now that you have this text, just copy paste as an answer please).