Panties drop from the countryside and cities of England to the great states of America. Lace panties. Silk panties. Thongs. Knickers. You name it; they drop all around our amazing world. Why? Because of you - the erotic writer on Lush.
You have no idea the great power your words possess. Your words make our nipples erect. Your words make our pussies drip. And your words bring us earth-shattering orgasms and accompanying relief and happiness. What a gift you have, Mr. Erotic Writer.
Our eyes lock and I softly kiss your lips, while my hands explore your soft body, gets me started.
My mouth moves to your neck, nuzzling you, while my thumb finds your nipple, entices my first shiver.
We love the seduction - to be kissed first, and for you to take your time with us. You know what we need. Finding our pleasure spots is not a chore for you, but an exciting joy. You take great care in choosing just the right words to draw out our first drop from our pussy.
We are businesswomen, students, and mothers, each with great responsibilities. We often don't make time to self-indulge. Until we get to you - our erotic writer. With you, we find a private place to read your beautiful words and succumb to them. Tingling starts. Great pleasure follows.
You work your way down my body, leaving no spot untouched. My nipples become erect reading about you touching them. My fingers trace the same pattern. Pinching, pulling, rubbing. I wet my fingers and work my nipples pretending it is your mouth sucking me. My pussy leaks. Nerve endings ignite. You do this to me. I have waited all day to read your breathtaking words.
You don't rush to the fuck. You understand we want to build to it. Kisses, touching, licking are never lost on us. We want to experience it all and appreciate every sensation.
My fingers trace circles around your swollen clit, you write. You push your pussy towards me, needing more.
And then it happens - my panties drop.
My tongue swirls around your clit, while my fingers easily slide into your wet, aching pussy, you write, as my own fingers slide in my now-needy pussy.
I struggle to continue reading while feeling my fingers (your fingers in my mind) inside me. I pause in my reading to explore myself more, finding just the right spots to stroke. It feels so good. I tingle all over and am unable to hold still.
You are beautiful and desirable and sexy, you write. I love giving you pleasure.
We all want to hear these things. These words create intimacy. Feeling you care about us adds to our sexual pleasure.
My fingers fuck you hard now, as I delight in watching your face change, you write.