Urgent
(For Lizabeth in FT. Worth) by Sascha

We should have fucked. I should have been there caressing your beautiful
breasts, sucking your nipples hard while you stroked my precious cock so
delicately in your hands. I should have been there with my tongue in your
mouth moving all about, discovering the ways in which our bodies moved. I
should have been there with my tongue dancing down your body towards your
quivering cunt, making you ache until you push my face into your thighs,
almost suffocating me for an orgasm that's well deserved. We should have
been together, your hands reaching over my body, scratching, feeling,
learning every curve of mine as I did yours. Your hands should have been
searching for my cock, my thick cock to put in your mouth and suck until I
came hard against the back of your throat. You should have swallowed and
forced my head deeper into your precious cunt, as my tongue rocked your body
with orgasm after orgasm.

Then, when all the spectacles of our sexual play were finished, we should
have snuggled up together, sound asleep for a perfect finish.

But where was I? What were we doing? We only spent time on the phone until
late in the morning as we spoke of dirty things and dirty tricks, I sitting
there on my bed with a gorgeous erection and you, your panties wet from my
words. We didn't share anything more than thoughts, but that did not remove
from us the need, the desire, to fuck.

We hung up and I imagined you went straight to bed, while I stroked my cock
and came, late into the very hours of the night.

Talking to you the next day, I realized that you and I both had the same wet
dream; a blonde and a dark haired couple, he slightly taller than she,
slipping each other the tongue, fingers grabbing, hands and legs moving, a
single motion of erotic beauty like an oiled machine. Both came hard
against each other and we realized over the phone why our clothes or sheets
were soaked when we awoke. You admitted to having woke up in a sweaty mess,
sticky feeling between your legs and I confessed to having my hair all
matted way beyond it's usual mess and feeling a velvety cunt slide over my
cock. I'd swear it was you coming to me, coming on me as I came in you, in
the middle of the night. You had no clue but it didn't bother you. We just
continued our phone conversation even though both of us were getting hotter.

My desire to have you did not stop when we parted ways and I tried to find
food. My soul hungry for your touch, I constantly thought of you when I
looked down the fruit isle at the supermarket, the wonderful places on your
body where strawberries could be left and removed with my tongue. Or the
things you'd do with a cucumber for me. You were just constantly on my
mind.

Was it lust? And if so, why? Why would I lust after someone I hadn't met
in person? Why would my mind push me into your pants these past few nights?
And why were you confessing the same things? Were we just that hot for each
other? Where were we going with this? Would you tell me you loved me? I
don't think I could decline that invitation to your heart because the dreams
felt so wonderful. I know we slept comfortably together in our own separate
worlds. I made sure of it.