Tiger

Having moved to a new city, I felt quite lonely among my own people and thus took to same ol’ dating apps for some solace and that’s where I met him, Tiger. I call him tiger for because he’s one hell of a biter. Boy, do I love it!
Ever since I moved into my new house, which I have all to myself, he’s been a frequent visitor. I love every time Tiger visits me because those are the hours, I feel like I am in seventh heaven. The way he smiles, looks into my eyes, pulls me closer for a kiss while Cigarettes After Sex would be singing Apocalypse. He’s become obsessed with kissing to Apocalypse after I made him listen to it, the band is like my happy place.
The first time we “made love” as he likes to call it, it was very awkward because I hadn’t been in such a position for almost five years until then after my break up. It had been two weeks since we last met because he was travelling for work and my hormones won’t subside however much I masturbated. I wanted to feel his breath on my neck, feel his hands exploring every crevice of my body and his teeth nuzzled into the skin of neck leaving a bright red mark.
Tiger had the power to send me to a tizzy by playing with my clit and my nipple at once as our lips met with a fervour. I wanted to feel the warmth of his body as our skins touched and fuck, he was miles away!
Reminiscing these moments, my hands involuntarily moved towards my vagina and found it already wet. Without losing a single second, I started fingering myself imagining what’d happen if he were with me in that moment. I imagined Tiger visiting me after his return and immediately smashing our lips with passion to make up for all the time we spent apart. I wanted to inhale his scent and lose myself in his arms like those countless times before while the cold breeze of the night brushed against our skimpily clad bodies, spent after a round of sex.
Desires were getting fuelled with every gentle touch around my clit and I wanted nothing more than sitting on the counter of my kitchen with legs wrapped around Tiger’s body as his fingers circled around my clit while his tongue probed my mouth; my moans vanishing into the kiss. The two of us gasping for air as we broke the kiss and his hand sliding out of my pants, glistening with my juices.
The need of feeling his lips as we moved towards the bedroom, wanting his hand feel my ass and gently squeeze it before spanking was getting the better of me for, I did not realise how my fingers had now started sliding in and out of me at a fast pace. My hands inadvertently touched my body like he always would which pushed me further into my reverie of him and I dancing to Zayn’s Let Me as each layer of our clothing came off until our naked bodies intertwined to “make love”.
I loved being on the bottom and getting fucked slow and hard. He gave me what I desired for while staring into my eyes with a smile spread across our faces as I revelled in the feeling of him inside me, hitting my cervix with those hard thrusts of his. I wanted to feel his skin burn beneath my touch just like mine.
I was so far into my imagination that I had lost all sense of the reality. I did not even realise that my breathing had actually grown erratic and my moans louder.
My sex drive had lowered after I had been inactive for so long, to sustain the wetness had become impossible for me but my juices were flowing as my fingers moved around my clit playing with it. My carnal desires knew no bound, I just wanted to feel Tiger’s tongue on the clit, gently sucking on it before coming up, kissing me and giving me a taste of myself on his lips. His touch was unparalleled.
My fingers were now growing impatient and moved in an even faster pace. I could feel the tremble in my legs, toes were curling before I let out a loud moan, like Tiger always did when my lips engulfed his penis, as the orgasm sent a shockwave through the body.
My hand reached for my phone and blasted Apocalypse as I lit a cigarette and smoked away. Before I knew, my hand was at it again, softly fingering my entrance before I rammed my fingers into me again while I imagined him thrusting me. My hips were rocking again to the rhythm of my hands and the music.
I was fucking myself with energy I wanted to be fucked with; it sent chills down my spine as to how euphoric it felt to feel myself, to fuck myself. I had soaked my quilt wet by setting the juices flowing. I just wish Tiger was there to watch me pleasure myself from afar, it’d send me over the edge! My eyes closed; my pussy tightened around my fingers as I shuddered through another orgasm.
“Tiger,” I called out. Completely spent from the imagining, I lay motionless, breathing heavily with an ear-splitting grin.