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My latest writing about what it might be like to meet the hot Italian guy I met online:

I read your text, “How do you want me to take you?” It’s the early hours of the morning and I see that you sent this message from the other side of the world at 3am. The time difference between us makes this flirtation even more fun. It’s hot to wake up from sexy messages you’ve left me in the middle of the night. I lay my head back onto my pillow and start to conjure up a fantasy of what it will feel like when we do meet in person. What it will feel like to see you in the flesh.

I picture you in a hotel room in Florence, wearing a silk robe and sitting in a chair by the window. You hear my footsteps approaching and see the handle of the door begin to move. Your heart begins to beat a little faster and your breath grows heavy. I ease the door open and see you sitting there waiting for me. Afternoon sun floods the room through the linen curtains and we are transfixed; eyes locked, hearts racing. Your gaze pulls me in and I feel as though I’m gliding, weightless across the tile floor of the room. You’re still seated in the chair as I stand before you. I reach out to run my fingers through your thick brown hair but you catch my hands in yours and bring them to your lips, kissing them with incredible delicacy. You trace your hands up the length of my exposed arms and my skin ripples with goosebumps. I give an involuntary shudder of delight as you coax the straps of my sundress down over my shoulders, exposing my naked breasts. I shudder again as my nipples grow hard and I feel a tingling sensation between my thighs. Your hands take me by the waist and you pull my bare stomach right up to your mouth. I feel your breath, hot and sweet, surrounding my breast and you gently flick me with your tongue. *sigh* My hands reach up to the back of your head and I pull you in close, your mouth gently sucking on me before moving over to my other breast. I arch my back with pleasure and your arms reach around, holding me.

Swiftly you stand up, taking my face in your hands and pull me in for our first kiss. You were gentle with your mouth on my nipples but now you kiss me hard, your tongue driving into my mouth. I feel the heat from between my legs rising up through my body, and my kisses become rough and insistent. I suck on your lower lip and you come in close again, smashing your mouth against mine. Without warning you pull away, one hand grips my shoulder and the other squeezing my cheeks together – a little harder than I expected. Your energy is urgent; dominant, as you push me backwards toward the bed and I stumble, my dress falling down around my ankles. Helping me balance, you grab me by the hips, then lift me up and toss me onto the bed like a rag doll.

I raise myself up on my elbows and catch you staring at me as though I’m your prey. My heart is racing and my pussy is slippery and pulsing. You walk toward me, then grab my ankles and pull me to the edge of the bed. Your fingers run along the length of my lips and spread them open, rubbing my wetness around and around my clit. I start to moan softly and you tell me to hush, placing your other hand over my mouth while your fingers plunge into my soft warm folds. Your fingers slide in and out of me, while your thumb circles my clit. Fingers pumping me, thumb circling, fingers… thumb… increasing your pressure and gradually getting faster and faster. I feel my orgasm start and my pussy tightens around your fingers. You know I’m about to cum and you take your fingers deeper, tapping that special place inside my walls and my entire body contracts for one glorious moment before releasing into waves of pleasure; I’m gushing all over the bed and the tile floor. Sliding your hands down to my hips, you lift my pussy up to your mouth to catch the last of my orgasm and drink me in.

[You can hear it in my own voice here!](

NSFW: yes

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