Give me five fucking minutes

Picture by the awesome Stuart F Taylor

Of course I fucking want to fuck you. I want to push you down onto the carpet and squat over you with my feet planted firmly on the hard floor, easing myself down onto your dick while you try desperately to hold back from thrusting upwards. I want to put both my hands on your chest to steady myself, and look into your eyes as they widen when you feel your cock sliding in. I want all of this and more, just give me five minutes.

Give me five minutes to clear everything out of my head. To take a breath and bite my lip and swallow all the stress that is bubbling up in my throat.

Give me two minutes to scan my screen for emergencies, and then shut the damn thing down.

Give me ten minutes to finish putting the laundry out and washing up and emailing the landlord. When I’m done give me five more minutes to breathe in, breathe out, and remember how nice it feels when there’s something solid in my cunt.

I really want to beat my best blow job record… But I cannot suck your dick if I’ve no time to inhale first. Before I swallow you I need to gulp down fresh air, replenish what I’ve panted out in panic. Then and only then can I take you right to the back of my throat in the knowledge that I won’t drown in my own rush.

Give me five minutes then spit on my cunt. I can’t get wet over admin, so I’ll need a little help.

If you can do that for me I’ll make it worth your while – with tight clenches in quick succession to milk the spunk from your cock. I’ll make it worth your while… in a while.

Oh the pleasure I’ll give if you’ll just give me time!

The evenings we’ll spend with our dildos and wine

and a bucket of lube and some easy-clean sheets

when I’ve written this blog post and scheduled these tweets.

When the washing-up’s done and the laundry bin’s clear

I will fuck you so hard you’ll be sore till next year.

But I need to have time to switch gears in my head –

I can’t jump straight from office to housework to bed.

But if you’ll just hold on for a minute or five

Let me breathe in and out, till I feel more alive.

I will fuck you like no one has fucked you before

On the clean kitchen counter, the sparkling tile floor.

That new fetish you like? We can give it a whirl.

Or I’ll massage your prostate until your toes curl;

Pinch your nipples, bend over, be such a good girl…

Give me five fucking minutes, I’ll give you the world.

 

You can probably guess that I’m a bit hectic at the moment. Am going to aim to stick to the blogging schedule, but please bear with me if I’m even slower than usual in responding to emails. Oh, also, if you want to be the best boyfriend/girlfriend/partner, why not offer to do someone’s washing up?

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