Thoughts 3 The stripper kisses

You sitting up in the dim corner of a couch. Nude at the strip club.

One knee bent and tucked back under the other leg.

Breathing shallow and rapid. Nipples puckered

Areola crinkled and tight. Eyes shiny and bright.

My fingers touch your bare shaved pretty pussy. Pet. Caress.

Fingers. Brush. Stroke. Slide through the wetness.

Feeling your ring with my little finger. Duck in. Taste. Caress.

A sound. A sigh. A moan.

You ask "how should I beg"?

What... have you never begged before? Beautiful.

Beg for me again. The sound of pleasure, of your wanting.

Your need is beautiful.

I would make you cum just to hear your quiet voice.

Unable to choose between hearing you beg and fucking you.

My need is just as strong. Maybe stronger. Pump little hips. Show me. Slut.

Let me taste. Drag my mouth along your tiger paw trail. Which way?

Up to hear you moan. Down to steal a taste. I must.

Want to touch and play with your breasts and nipples. Can't. Time is short.

Cheat. Bribed the timekeeper to give us a few extra minutes.

She agreed because she's seen you respond to me earlier. The other girls walk by earlier.

Jealous. They watch the touch, the caress, the stroke of hands.

Jaws drop when your mouth delivers a kiss. It makes me hard.

Desire. A day to make you cum all day. Luxury beyond compare.

Cum again little beauty. Let me taste your delicious body.

Fuck your mind. Slut.

And play again and again to give joy to your heart and soul.