Cold black cloud of Rain bow unicorn strap on.

I don’t care, not really. About the fight. Not really. I just want to spend as much time as I can with you.  I would have you and take you in so many ways.

You know that motel? Yeah the one, I want to take you there. We can check each other for bed bugs and fuck standing up.

You know that bed and breakfast? The one with the nice English bed curtains? I want a weekend with takeout as fuck ourselves silly. I want you, legs in the air, soaking wet and throuroughly fucked inside, mouth, red, slightly chapped, shivers of excitement, a clenching of your pussy calling me to you. A…contracting. Then we get hooked on laudlum.

I see those alleyways, low light, cooking grease and cardboard. Staleness, one hand holding you up against the wall, the other hiking your dress up above your ass so I can fuck you deeper. My hands on your hips, you looking back, pulling your breast out, licking your breast as I cum quickly inside you. Fucking you as you milk my throbbing cock with your pussy. You squeeze out every drop before I soften and slip out. You have to pull your underwear up. We readjust, you push me up against the wall to make out I with me once more. You whisper in my ear as you nibble on it. 

“When we get home, I want you to lick my pussy till I cum all over your face. Do you understand? I smile sweetly.

“Yes Ma’am.”

These moments, god I wish I could describe it. Like we are in a Barry white song. Like “Let’s get it on…” like all of Motown mixed into the way I fuck you, you fuck me.

I’d like to fuck you in a deer blind. Your camouflage underwear pulled down around your camouflage ankles, your arms around an old jack pine. You’re perfect ass moving as I fuck you. Our moans scaring every deer away for miles around Just to jack my cock off into your mouth in the cool autumn air. Splattering cum all over your cheeks and neck, and leaves and bark. You scoop it up with your fingers, watching me, licking it off with your tongue. Watching me.  Then we can play card games and drink hot tea as well. It’s more of a tea party but if we do see a deer I’m gonna get real hunter cavemen for a wee bit and then we can get back to tea, and maybe more fucking.

I think about fucking you all the time. Like all of the time. Jesus. I love you so much. I could not think of my life without you. I adore you. But I fucking love to fuck you as well. I love the way your pussy feels, your asshole, you ass, your breasts, cumming on your breasts. Your mouth, your hands. I love ever part of your succulent fuckable body.  The way you look with my cock in your mouth. Breathing on my balls. Licking my asshole. Sucking on my balls. Until you feel me start to cum and you suck it all down. I love you. Your frailties, your mistakes. Your wonderful heart and childlike happiness. I love you being all hornery and trying to start a fight and you who worries enough about me to give me your coat when I was cold. You fucking my ass as you jack me off and I cum, I feel my ass clench against your cock and I cum all over my chest and your hands and I love you, with your good heart and brave reckless nature, and you stoic beauty and refined palate. You.

I adore you. You are so very many things that sometimes I have a hard time describing it. You are my everything. No matter how much space I  have I could not see my life without you. As my partner, my wife, and my love.

I love cumming inside you. Did I tell you that? I do. Like something cave manish and primal. Like I’d be fucking putting babies right into you quite regularly. A steady supply of children and fucking your fine perfect and utterly delicious pussy . And your ass and mouth and really let’s not be stupid, FUCKING ANYTHING I WANT. whenever I want. That is what it is like to fuck you. When I don’t feel like a Michael Jackson porn. I feel like you are mine, till the end. 

I love you. I hope you know that, deep down in there. I hope that is clear. In the darkest of wells. My heart shines for you and you alone. My heat soars as I lift you and you love me. We go together and lets not ever fucking forget.

Know your fucking place.

I would have you on a barbwire fence near a cattle stream, at noon, your leather gloves biting, as my cum drops into the grass below. I shudder and shudder, my cock pounding into you, as the sun reddens my back, and your ass leaves my handprints to make me hard later. Your breath blowing against an old fence post, dust flying as you pant.

You are every rom com I adore and love. You are as sharp as a poppins and as funny as a comedian and so smart, like book smart but then  smart but the Sherlock Holmes sharp but then Just sweet. So sweet. You are the one person that always shows up to the party unapologetically awkward and charming. You amaze me so much.

I want to fuck you over a motel inner room table. Chipped and worn, movement from right outside the window as you gasp and grunt and you are going to cum. And I’ll kiss away your orgasm as you try not to scream through your cum.

By my side. Thats your place. By my side. That’s where you belong. So stop running. Because I already have you. And you have me so unless you are some rom com or trying to…like…spice up our life.

Just don’t run anymore…ok? And I’ll stop too. And we will go forward probably a little scared at first but better. Lighter.

You are my darkest night and my most wonderful day. As always Madame, I wish I had met you sooner. For we would be buried in children. I would fuck you through ever phase in our life and still feel exactly like this, this is True fucking love. This is it, right, fucking, here.

In want to be deep in your ass, your words turned to grunts as you focus on the pain to pleasure as I slide my cock as far as it will go inside of you. I want you to beg me to cum in beg. Beg me for my cum.

I want to cum on your face as you tell me how good my cock tastes, how you can’t wait to feel it squirting all over your cheek and in your mouth. As you slide your lips along the ridge of it, as you kiss the helmet and suck on the shaft your eyes always on me as I cum for you.

You’d think the places matter. They don’t. I’d fuck you anywhere. I’m so crazy about you. I’d fuck you in the middle of a dirt road at noon with the gravel  biting Into your knees and the rumble of a oncoming car as I fuck your ass and dump my load deep in you, dust on your hands and pretty dress. I’m assuming reapplying lipstick would be a must

I want you to tell me how your pussy clenches when I get close to you.

I want to lay next to you and exist for awhile as the world dreams.

I would not give you up for a Pepsi Clear. I would not let you go. You are mine in heart and mind, and cock.