Soul Mates (Part 2 – Horny Urges)
Introduction:
A true story, changed slightly for a better story, names changed for privacy.
I was no virgin. No amateur at this. I knew what I was doing. I may only be young but I knew damn well what to do. Knew how to pleasure myself and turn others on in the process. I looked into Joe’s eyes, saw lust and pleasure. He’d already cum twice, yet he still had a boner and was going for it again. I knew instantly he wouldn’t mind. So I laid back down and shoved the brush into myself.
Pleasure and pain hit me simultaneously. I began to thrust the handle of the brush into myself, all the while pretending it was Joe thrusting into me. The thought made my very muscles shake with lust. I looked up at Joe on the webcam; he looked amazed at what I was doing but also incredibly turned on. He smiled at me as he had seen me look up; I smiled back and began to thrust harder.
It didn’t take long until I was spinning around the world of multiple orgasms, my mind dancing in and out of pleasure and satisfaction. My body was quivering with delight, imagining Joe’s touch upon my skin. My mind reeled with the thoughts that were filling it, my wild imagination going mad with lust and passion. I needed his touch, I needed him to hug and hold me tight in his arms. To kiss me with those sweet lips, starting from mine, his mouth slowly working down to my neck where he will kiss passionately and gently bite me, down to my shoulder where he would kiss and lick me lovingly. Then slowly and tenderly down to my breasts, he’d kiss them softly, then he’d teasingly lick one of the nipples, then again, going back to kissing the soft, meaty flesh, gently biting my nipples, making them hard and tingly. He’d then suck on them, tenderly at first, then stronger and more passionate, flicking his tongue against the swollen lumps. I’d moan in pleasure as he moved those sweet, zealous lips down, pausing to kiss my stomach and poke his warm tongue into my bellybutton. He would move further down still, caressing my body with his tongue, his hands stroking the small of my back, my body writhing in excitement and desire. His tongue moving down to my mound, brushing repeatedly against my clit till I moan in satisfaction, moving further down still, feeling his warm breathe against my skin, already wet with intimidation, then…
MSN pings at me; Joe has sent me a message,
“Having fun?” He asked. I nodded, trail of thought lost. I was aware that my moist pussy was dripping onto the sofa; I quickly found my panties and put them back on, don’t want my grandmother finding wet patches now do I?
“I want to be there so bad” he said.
“Ditto baby, I need you more than anything, I love you so much.” I replied affectionately.
Looking into his eyes I felt happiness. Happiness like I’ve never felt before. I wanted to be with Joe forever more. A word randomly appeared in my head… soul mate. It felt so right, the word fitted perfectly. A word I’d scoffed at previously in life. Well I wasn’t scoffing now.
I wanted him to touch me in ways no other man or woman ever will. It was only time, not long till I could be with him. And those weeks we will spend together will be the best of my life.
I’m going to tease him till he begs me to let him fuck my innocent little body there and then. I’m going to have him lick and suck my body till I can take it no more and I tingle in pure ecstasy. I want him to bite me, make me clit spasm out of control, and make my nipples hard at his slightest touch. But, most of all, I want his dick inside of me, I want him to fuck me for hours on end till we both collapse from fatigue and immense happiness. Then I want to curl up in his arms and sleep peacefully, feeling his affectionate breathe on the back of my neck making the small hairs stand up on end. I will feel safe with him, safe and happy.
And when I sleep, I will dream of him, dream of him holding me and to kiss me with those sweet lips, starting from mine, his mouth slowly working down to my neck where he will kiss passionately and gently bite me, down to my shoulder where he would kiss and lick me lovingly. Then slowly and lovingly down to my breasts, he’d kiss them softly, then he’d teasingly lick one of the nipples, then again going back to kissing the soft, meaty flesh, gently biting my nipples, making them hard and tingly. He’d then suck on them, tenderly at first, then stronger and more passionate, flicking his tongue against the swollen lumps. I’d moan in pleasure as he moved those sweet, passionate lips down, pausing to kiss my stomach and poke his warm tongue into my bellybutton. He would move further down still, caressing my body with his tongue, his hands stroking the small of my back, my body writhing in excitement and desire. His tongue moving down to my mound, brushing repeatedly against my clit till I moan in pleasure moving further down still, feeling his warm breathe against my skin, already wet with intimidation, then running his tongue around my slit, tasting my juices, tormenting me till I beg him to put it inside me. To make his tongue dance inside me, thrusting in and out, making me shiver with delight, urging him to go in. To place his lips over mine and kiss my hairless pussy, the kiss lasting for an eternity, his tongue desperate to be inside me, taste my essence, my body desperate to take his tongue inside me. And he would, oh hell yes he would, in my dreams my horny urges are always satisfied.
And when I wake up from that incredible dream, I’d be wet, leaving a slimy trail on the sheets. And we’d most likely repeat the experience again and again till my 3 weeks in Canada were up.
Oh, how I plead for his touch. How I wish we could be together now. I need him. He’s my love. He always will be. I need him and only him to satisfy my horny urges, to take my body, to lick and suck and bite me, to taste my juices. And most importantly, I need him to love me.
These nine months are going to go quickly. Webcams will come in useful. But the day I can feel his touch, well, I will instantly explode into multiple orgasms.
