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FOURTH RUNNER-UP
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by "Jan"
My dearest Cock,
You are far away so I say aloud, "Your cock," and
it is as if you are suddenly and imaginatively inside my body; as if you
never left. My pussy agrees that this mantra keeps passion fresh with longing
for the in's and out's, delving and pressing. I adore how you fuck me seriously,
slowly, poundingly silly. Like body odor, your rock-hardness goes away following
a shower but only for a relatively short while. And that's just the way
I like it: Musky. Dirty.
"Your cock. Your cock." I shall never tire of saying,
"Your cock," for speaking it closes the back of my throat tightly around
your turgid flame like a cunt clutching and releasing, snapping closely
around lengths and breadths in quick embraces. "Cock." Like that.
I beg you: let me take you in my mouth and down the throat willingly, deeply past the gag, watching all the while your face as you grimace with the great effort of ultimate pleasure foregone for the larger pleasure of waiting for the next impulse and the next to let go finally blasting through the back of my head, gray matter and cum spewing everywhere messy and wet. For you I learned to love the pressing of your hand on my head with its, "Deeper, damnit."
Your cock's silk heat against any inches of my skin quivers me with terminal velocity; calls to my pussy 'til it answers forming a 220-volt arc of necessity toward the compliment of your lust.
Because vision is the entrance to your need I hold my labia and thighs apart for your eye's embrace as you undress and am chilled with vulnerability and anticipation.
Your cock is my hero of heat and hunger.
There is no cock like your precious never-ending cock that magically fills me from lips to heart and back, breaking the laws of physics every time you enter, sometimes so deep you touch the edge of my brain pan — yes — the miracle of your cock. As you slide away I cry out, for you make me greedy for fullness.
Your cock mixes the doughy sweet of my vaginal cave
until I am homogenous, limpid goop and at your mercy though I never want
or ask for mercy. I ask only that you always take all you want of any and
every part of me, for I am, in the moments you take what you need, surrendered
utterly and yours to do with as you wish, the only limit your imagination.
Thankfully you are exceptionally clever.
You are gone and I miss you - my own magic bassoon
upon which I play the urgent notes of love. So come to me directly —
my cock, my friend — with all due speed, and at your earliest convenience.
When I see you I will say, "Hel-looo! Fuck me, darling," and hold you close
between my breasts at my heart and huskily croon, "Fuck my tits this very
minute you bastard," licking your head on the up-thrusts with alternating
tender and ruthless desire.
Love,
Your Cunt
©2003 Nerve.com
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