What if the electric current was back earlier that night, what if I’ve met her princess so many times before, what if the mood switches and we talked something kinky around the corner, what if I tried to speak out of my inner thoughts, what if I don’t have these issues in me along years before that it was easy for me to express love; there’s a lot of what if’s in my mind but I’m still satisfied on what was the result that night.
I don’t know what she thinks about it, maybe she turned her switch off when it comes to me, do I have another chance with her? I don’t know but I wish she’s not dismayed by what had happened. Maybe she’s thinking that I’m not serious with her and I see her so beautiful like I always tell her. I wish that she didn’t change her mind or scared that what if we can’t survive this thing. Oh, I wish that I can tell her things that I imagined before that night and tell her that I have this phobia that all of the girls I met before left me before the morning comes and I want it to be different when it comes to her.
I want to hug her tight, whisper something to her ears, things that she loves to her and as we slowly strip our clothes off, I want to stare at her eyes so deeply like it was saying that I’ve been looking for you for a long time and now here you are. Let her sit on my lap and her face the opposite direction so I can kiss her neck as long as I want while playing every part of her. Tickling the bean till it juices as my other hand as I rub her kinda hard eraser like nipples. Check if the meat was nearly cooked as it swells and can be so slimy as it can by slowly inserting one and if she requests for two then I’ll give her two of my fingers and try to find where Ms. G was located as I go faster till she grasps her breath. Let her lay down on the bed and start sucking the bean and licking its fleshy things around; well I’m going to spell her name on it, in case she might forget it… Once it was the right time I’ll start teasing her touching her slimy whooah with my stick,,( yah it’s better to misspell that,they might shut what I’m writing for that),,,, Circling it till she can’t wait and force me to stick it inside, checking the depth of her pushing so deeply and start moving so slowly, so slowly that she can feel every part of it. I’ll just start to move fast if she says so if she’ll show that face begging for a rough and a hard one like the wrecking phase mode (it’s just my vocabulary)… Over and over till she squeezes tight and juices up, hold as long as I can tell she’s very satisfied; till she begs that she wanted it inside and waits for that glittering eyes to show up, if it does, throttle up to full speed and the final push. Pausing for moments staring straightly to her eyes, saying sweet things, while we gasp the air that we almost lost and feel how it drip and overflows… I’m gonna put her clothes back and let her sleep in my arms.
Just my fantasy about her, though it didn’t happen at least I can say that it was the night that I learned that not having the thing with someone whom I love won’t lessen me as a person, it taught me how to think right and learned the discipline that I want to have in me.