The Power of Language

I helped my good friend James cum over msn. Again. Just doing what I do. I also made Sara shake all over (she's coming over tomorrow, the anticipation is killing me), got my own back of one of the Jerks (call him B) that I fucked a while back. What I did was cruel, but he deserved it. I will say why, and then I will say what I did. We were having a great session of cyber and as I'm about to cum he chucks in an immensely unnatractive person whom I most definately have an extreme disdain for. It scarred me. Everytime I was horny for about a week after and all I saw was her face. It was horrific. How do I get someone back for that, because it is so cruel to ruin my climaxes? Simply to be honest. I started a lively session of cyber with B (with the following intent) and after a short time I told him I wanted his balls in my mouth just as I was about to come. Then I told B that when I came, I'd bite down and split his ball open.

Horror doesn't describe it. Made me feel better.

Not to forget that Lexy, a good friend of mine, is meeting with a guy she likes (Marcus - I screwed him a little while back.. Him and B actually overlapped. I sound a little easy, don't I?) on Sunday. She's a little nervous, so I told her what I thought would happen. She's not happy now because it's driving her crazy.

All I said was that I thought that once they finally kissed they would be completely caught up in each other and forget everything else. His hand would trail up her neck and play with her hair, his right hand pulling her close by her waist. His fingers skillfully trail up Lexy's back; she can feel every move he makes, her skin is tingling and her lips pulsing. blood rushing through her head. as Lexy's back and neck arch from the intensity of his touch, and Marcus's mouth runs down and kisses her neck. Her body quivers in his stron arms, he holds her up as her knees weaken. His strong body presses against lexy, she could feel his breathing but she can only feel his breath on her neck. Her mouth finds his, her whole body surges with energy and hands are trailing and pulling at strands of hair, letting passion wash over them, praying it will always feel this good. How could she complain about that?