How is he hearing my thoughts?

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Hey girls. What if your guy could get into your head? What if he could see the world the way you do? Could he prove it to you by telling you what he thinks you might imagine? His voice, but from your mind.

Let's see. He always tells me I look sexy from the back. I like that my guy tells me I'm sexy, no matter why.

Apparently something about my blue jeans turns him on when I wear them. Men. He likes me to face away while he kisses my shoulders.

He thinks the skin of a bare back is hot. He likes a cute backside. Mine.

But sometimes when we're out and about I catch him stealing a glance at a pretty wiggle that doesn't belong to me. That's okay. He's a guy.

Besides, I know he's mine. And I know how to keep him. Tonight I choose my deep blue gown.

The glittery one with the cowl neckline. It's long with a slit and it fits nicely. He smiles and says it shows me off.

I like that. We're getting ready for the holiday gala at the club. Sheer leggings with a fake seam up the back.

I like the silver strappy lace ups with the spool heels. He likes the laces. Says they make me look like a slave girl.

Whatever. We dance a slow dance at the party. I know the guy at the keyboard is watching me.

He knows that the guy is watching me too. I think that I'm not the sexiest girl on the dance floor. But the way he holds me tells me I am.

When my back is to the bandstand, the guy on the keyboard shoots him a wink. It tells him he's a lucky guy. So he holds me just a bit tighter.

I can feel the warm spot on my hip where he holds me. I raise my arm and I twirl for him. No other man has ever looked at me quite the way he does.

I look up and I flash him his favorite smile. I save that one for just the right times. I'm sneaky that way.

We sit at our table and I feel his finger make little moves up and down the shiny silver zipper that goes from my shoulder blades to my ass. I wonder if he's thinking about what he tucked away as he zipped me up at home. I shudder a bit, remembering his fingers on the nape of my neck as he fumbled with the tiny hook.

He noticed my quiver and asked if I had a chill, because the air conditioning was up high. I said no, because I'm a liar. I had a chill, but it wasn't the drafty air.

I was feeling warm, quite warm, thinking of his touch, thinking of that other guy looking at me that way. Do guys get that tingle in their taint, you know, like we girls do? Leaving, the valet brought up our car.

While the valet held the door for me, he slipped the guy a tip. He had to catch the guy's attention to take the folded bills, because as I sat in the car, perhaps the slit at my thigh showed just a bit too much of me. The guy didn't break his gaze until the door clicked shut.

It's such fun to tease a stranger, isn't it? That really was fun. I guess I'm just in a mood.

When we pulled into the drive at home, my guy came around and opened the door for me. Maybe my dress had slid up just an inch more. Two inches? How could that have happened? I reached down and undid the ankle ties on my right shoe.

He stopped my hand as I went for the left, and he pulled out the bow. His fingers were cool from the night air. I caught him looking up, so I left my knees apart.

Sometimes I tease, you know? My leggings were shiny, pale blue, and they caught the light. They all like shiny things, don't they? He called me princess as he offered his hand.

Can you believe how corny a guy can be? I kicked the untied shoes off my tired feet, swung my legs out, and then walked up the two steps barefoot. I let the shoes dangle from my right hand, just to be a bit sassy.

The cool stone felt wonderful underfoot. Sexy heels, ouch! He came into the bedroom after his shower.

He said he was tired and the hot water felt great. His pajama bottoms were a bit damp from his skin. Above, there was just slightly damp skin and dark hair.

I love those dark curly hairs when they're soft and smell sweet from his body wash. Look at those big shoulders. Hon, you didn't get undressed yet? I thought you were tired.

I am tired. Oops, lied again. Too tired to get undressed, sweet? Can you help me? He undid the hook, but before he pulled down the zipper, he ran his finger down it from top to bottom.

I love a long touch down my spine. My nipples crinkled. He's going to appreciate that.

Probably get a kiss. He pulled the zip down so slowly, I swear I could hear each little tooth unhook. When the slide got to the bottom, he stooped down and kissed the skin at the small of my back.

Then he trailed the tip of his tongue up the length of my spine to my neck, to my right ear, behind and just below my ear. You know that spot, don't you? Babe, your skin is delicious.

A bit salty. You know I like salty. Pushing the unzipped edges of the dress aside, he slipped his hands around my waist, then up to cut my breasts.

I was glad that that gown had a sewn-in bra, because it would have taken him much too long to undo me. I needed his hands on me. Now.

I know he felt my hard nipples in the palms of his hands, because he did that little swirl as he cupped me. My gown fell to the floor around my ankles. Don't you hate him trying to pull off your leggings? I do.

He's going to run them. I just know it. But when he began to inch them down, I was glad I'd worn them.

His hands at my waist, then at my hips, then sliding down each leg to my toes. Damn, he was too anxious to get them off. His rough fingernail must have caught as he passed my right knee.

Just why was he in such a hurry? Still facing away, I slipped my hands down my hips, making sure my thong followed. Did I hear a slight rustle of fabric as his PJ bottoms fell to the floor? I turned around to sit on the edge of the bed.

Then I saw why he was in such a hurry. He was rock hard and there was a glint of pre-com at his tip. He was looking at me that way.

Oh, yes. I reached out and swirled that slippery shine around the tip of his cock with my finger. It's a wonderful buzz to see his tip shiny and wet.

I used the last of his wet to slide a painted fingernail along the underside from the tip to his balls. I gave a rub back there. That moan sure was noisy.

Silly guy so excited. He has such a mess, I scolded him. I need to clean you up.

I took a tissue from the box on the bed stand. I think he actually thought I'd use it on him. I looked up, dropped it and put my lips around the head of his cock.

Then I left a lick underneath. I pulled back, looked at his face and said, licking my lips. Oh, I like salty too.

There, that's better. No girl likes a dirty guy. You don't like dirty girls, do you? I made lipstick marks all along and around his cock.

That's not dirty, is it? He pushed my shoulders back onto the bed and I pulled my heels up onto the edge of the mattress, knees apart. He dropped to his knees in front of me, mumbled something about heat and scent and kissed the inside of my thighs, left, then right, then left, teasing me.

I just had to put a stop to that. And I did, planting his face squarely in between. His late-day stubble felt so male as it brushed inside my thighs.

I wondered if he noticed where I had touched perfume between my legs. We girls have to plan ahead for everything. Now just put yourself in my place, would you? Let's share.

You know how good a rough tongue feels down there. You know how you can't keep from arching up when he finds your clit. But what does he get from all that squirming we do? What does he get when you wrap your ankles around his back and pull him in so hard that he has to take both hands and open your knees to keep you from tearing his head off?

After all, there's nothing left for him to do while you come so hard that you have to push him away. Except maybe he needs to breathe again. He'd been sneaking only short, slurpy breaths while he did you, so he wouldn't break rhythm.

He's nice that way. What's that? He says he loves to watch your pussy pulse like that? Don't you love to know he's watching? Ooh, that sets off another little orgasm.

Yummy! Still gripping your ankles, he's looking pleased with himself. Guys! There's a fairly damp spot on the sheets just under your pussy.

That will have to be taken care of later. Concentrate, girl. You have to tell yourself to stop thinking about laundry and things other than what you need to take care of right now.

He takes his fingers, presses them to your pussy, and wets them with the shiny cum from your pink lips. He uses your juices to let his hands slide smoothly up and down his cock a few strokes. He looks at your face.

He looks right into your eyes. He stoops and plants one more wet, licking kiss. He loves when you're open and pink and wet.

Don't you like showing off, dirty girl? Hmm, I don't think he can wait anymore. You help him pull the bed pillow to tuck under your tail.

That's better for your back and it angles the push just right. He's using the shiny, slippery head of his cock to tickle your clit and explore your inner lips. You invite him in with a little wiggle of your hips.

Then you see it, that face he makes as the mushroom cap of his cock starts into you. Now you are only there for him to play with. Guys like their toys, don't they? Are you his favorite toy? He just keeps moving in and out slowly at first so the feeling of penetration lasts.

He likes the heat inside of you. He says so. He says you're the best fuck ever.

You agree and set out to prove it. Your body relaxes and allows him longer strokes. You feel full, quite very full.

Don't you love the rhythm of his damp balls slapping at you? That sounds cool too. Even though you really like to watch his fucking face, what with his half-closed eyes and all, you let him pull out and roll you over.

Up on your knees. He isn't asking, he's taking over. It's for him now.

You feel him looking at you, touching you while he decides his next moves. First he grips your hips. Hmm, he chooses rim job.

Yikes! And then a wet finger dip there.