Hi guys - this little gem popped into my head at 4am and wouldn't let me go. I wasn't sure where it was going, but I think it's at its natural end. Hope you enjoy - leave me some love xx
What if?
What if I'd said yes, the first time you kissed me? Would I have been just another notch on your bedpost?
What if you hadn't tried a second time? Would I have chased after you instead?
What if I'd kissed you back the way I wanted to? Our tongues entwined, my hands in your hair. God, I love your hair. Would you have pushed for more?
What if I'd let you put your hands where you wanted to? Would my body have continued to ache for you so much or would it have accepted the one-off grope for what it was?
What if I'd denied how good your fingers could make me feel? Such long, dexterous digits that bring so much pleasure.
What if I ignored my breasts aching for your touch? Your hands, your lips; they yearn for you.
What if you'd moved on with one of the girls that wanted you to do that? Would I ever have known such joy, such love, such a feeling of 'home'?
What if you'd given up on me? Would you have given up on me?
What if I'd lost you before I even had you?
What if?
What if I'd said yes, last night? Would you have driven me somewhere quiet? Would we have climbed into the back seat? Would you have held me?
What if I'd leaned over and touched your plump lips with my fingertips? Would you have kissed me gently? Lovingly? Reverently? Would I have run my fingers through your hair? Always so messy but so, so soft.
What if I'd kissed you back? Would you have nipped at my bottom lip, knowing how its vibrations travel down to my core, causing me to moan? Would I have climbed over your lap and straddled your legs? Would I have rocked back and forth making us both suffer through such amazing friction?
What if I'd agreed to stay longer? Past my curfew? Would you have taken my hand and held it against your bulging jeans? Would I have taken the initiative and slipped my fingers below your waistband? Would I have reached in and grabbed you, would I have felt your hard muscle hardening painfully more?
What if I'd unzipped your unyielding pants and pulled your beautiful cock out so that I could wrap my hands around it? Would you have helped me by lifting your hips or would you have watched me fight your clothing, just so that I could touch you? Would my frantic movements have pleased you, shown you how much I wanted you?
What if I had given up and sat back on your knees and leaned against the driver's seat behind me, waiting to see if you wanted this as much as I did? Would you have taken over and pulled down your trousers? Would you have lifted my dress? Would you have been shocked that I wasn't wearing any panties underneath? Would you have been pleased?
What if I had pulled open my wrap dress and I was naked beneath it? Would you have cum instantly? Would I have felt your hot spurts land on my belly, my breasts, my face?
What if you hadn't moved, if we came to a sort of impasse? If your trousers stayed on? Would we enter a battle of the wills to see who caved first? Who needed the other more?
What if I took the matter into my own hands and slowly unwrapped myself and used my own touch to explore my own body? Would you have watched as my fingers slowly skimmed across the skin on my stomach? Would you have watched as one hand rose to rub circles around my puckered nipples? Or would your eyes have dipped to follow the path of the other as it slowly descended to the hidden treasure?
What if you had watched as I showed you the exact spot that makes me come undone with one touch? Would you have reached your own hand out to learn the notes that make my body sing? Would you have understood the nuances of when to tease and when to apply pressure?
What if I had showed you, right there on your lap, just how fast I can cum when I'm turned on, when you push the right button, when I'm completely bared to you? Would you have been in awe? Would you have kissed me, worshiped me, loved me?
What if you had taken over and massaged my bosom and licked the underside of my breasts and teased my nipples with your fingers, your teeth? Would it have dragged out my orgasm?
What if you had pulled yourself out of your pants, rock solid, bobbing towards my hot centre like a missile ready for launch? Would I have looked down and licked my lips? Would I have panted in anticipation? Would I have waited for you to put on the condom or would I have not been able to wait and just lifted myself up over you? Would you have let me?
What if I'd slowly lowered myself down? Would you have guided me so we could connect perfectly? Would we both have moaned at the feeling of intense skin on skin? Would you have held back your impending release to make me cum around your cock?
What if I'd reached down and circled my thumb and finger around your base? Would you have closed your eyes in pleasure or would you have pushed yourself towards me, spearing me with your length? Would you have reached down to circle my already sensitive nub, knowing I would explode around you in three. Two. One?
What if you had cum so hard you stopped breathing for almost a whole minute? Would you have seen stars? Would you have pulsed your seed inside me until you had bled yourself dry? Would your semen have dripped from between my folds, oozing down onto your leg? Would we have noticed?
What if we'd come around, gasping for breath, foreheads touching? Would you have kissed me? Would you have pushed me off gently so you could tuck yourself back in? Would I have wrapped myself back up into my dress, hiding what we had done?
What if we had climbed back into the front seats and you started the engine, neither of us speaking? Would it have been awkward? Would we have glanced at each other?
What if we did all of that and I still became just another notch on your bedpost? Would I have cared? Would I have been content, that I had known you once? That I knew now what I had been missing? Would I have chased you to feel that euphoria again? Would I have been able to live without it? Would you have been able to live without it?
What if I hadn't liked the feeling of you sliding in - so slowly, so lovingly - so much? Would I have been able to go on, without you?
What if you had driven me home and just left me at my door? Would you even have looked back? Would I have just watched you go?
What if?
