Honey

How could I ever resist your perfect lines, the wide smile I only want to kiss? All I can think about when I am with you is how I want to be pressing my body against yours, smelling you and crushing you in my arms and peeing on you, making you flush with a warmth that makes you come right inside your pants before you even get hard. It is exhausting. Next, you do get hard, I see it through your pants and I straddle you right there on the stool, and sit on you and give you my heat and my words that tell the truth and we feel like we’re floating and we really are flying. And when you talk your sweet talk the golden words are so delicious they make me want to shove my tongue into your mouth and taste your insides sweet as honey, you are filled with the golden sweet light. It comes out of you when you come and I want it.

What I really want is to go down onto your dick, not side-to-side but straight down, again and again, over and over, over you. I will never be over you. Instead, I put my hand down your pants and the skin on your dick is silk. You immediately, beautifully, come in my hand, just like the first time I touched your softest skin. The warm slippery come blew my mind. I could not stop wanting to feel its perfection. I wanted to lick it off my hand but I was too shy. I rubbed the come on my velvety pants and thought of how the material roughness would thrill me later. I wanted to put honey on your dick and eat it off, that’s all I wanted to do.

I have honey, I got the honey and we went upstairs. In the very small room, I take off my clothes until I am naked except for my small hot-pink underwear. I touch the ceiling and invite you to the bed with my eyes. Your skin is so hot it burns my heart. I get you out of your shirt but you are a good boy and allowed me to go no further. The honey gleamed in the light, standing on the stand next to the bed. I was so close, your penis standing in your pants beneath my pussy pressed against you as I straddled your fine body. I moved down to smell you and open your pants. I never wanted to taste a dick so much in my life. We had to stop. It was too much for our little souls to bear. I said, “It’s alright. No matter what I got of you, it would never be enough. No matter what we did, it could never be enough. My desire for you is insatiable.” Whatever I have is perfect, and at the end of any amount of love we gave to each other, I would be just as inspired and full of wanting as now; so we just bask in the loveliness of the present.

Our lovemaking will always end prematurely because we are infinite beings and finite material, reality pales in comparison. It is a curse to have a truly good imagination.