I can’t pinpoint exactly what it was… my hormones, letting go of the emotional stress, distraction, missing him, craving intimacy, or just the usual effect he has on me… or maybe all of it? But I turned into a squealing mess yesterday like a blushing school girl who got a wink from her crush and I haven’t felt like that in a while.

The only ones making me squeal and gasp and blush like that are my fictional book boyfriends. With their endless charms and shameless flirting, the smooth talking, so rocking, they got everything that a girl’s wanting. (Iykyk)

I’ve been hot for this man for a while and he’s been having a knee weakening effect on me… it started with fuzzy warm feelings in my stomach and flushed cheeks, rapid breaths or deep strong breathing, dry mouth, a lip bite. Turned into flaring nostrils and shaky hands, heat flashes and squirming hips, wet pussy and restless feet, hands gripping the sheets. Turned into grinding against pillows and blankets, making messes, whimpering and moaning, rolled back eyes. Turned into rubbing and cumming for him, spinning head and strong orgasms shaking my body. Turned into… sex with him… a needy mess underneath, on top, beside him with quivering legs and no strength to get up.

The most intense anticipation build-up you could think of, each day barring something new, getting more intense… and yesterday was just another level unlocked. Squealing and kicking my feet, heat rushing through my body and turning my cheeks pink. I couldn’t contain the sudden excitement and arousal, it escaped in high pitched noises through my lips and made me bite them so hard it hurt. I couldn’t press out a word, my mind clouded and overwhelmed by how much he turned me on. The effortless confidence striking me through the screen, turning my legs into wobbling jello.

So with my hormones all over the place… he talked me through in ways I knew he was capable of because he’s done it before but somehow he still managed to be twenty times hotter and I became a puddle. Talking dirty to me… coaching me through… guiding my movements… turning me on… all hot and fantastic and sexy as always because he just knows how to talk to me and how to moan for me and how to be with me and how to make me comfortable and feel sexy… because he just knowssssssss how to handle me. But then… and I can’t tell you how it started… but then he leaned over his screen. Shirtless, of course. Arms flexed and braced against a surface out of my sight. With that… look… and I screamed.

Yep, I screeched and had to look away because fuck… I giggled and melted and squirmed and squealed, the shameless arousal crashing over me like a wave and dragging me away. I couldn’t get a hold of myself. Every time I looked back at him he was so hot, I physically responded to the sudden rush of excitement and arousal. You know when something turns you on so much you can just groan or gasp? When you watch a movie and someone does something so irresistible hot you can’t help but make a sound? My feet wiggled so fast as if they were sprinting, wanting to release the build up energy inside my body, as my face turned hot and flashes of heat cursed through my limbs. My eyes rolled back, my body couldn’t handle it and made me look away. High pitched noises escaped my throat and every time I tried to talk I was a stuttering squealing mess of cut-off words and sentences.

He didn’t even do something, he didn’t need to talk again. Just from that action alone I felt myself gushing in my panties. (With a tampon in that soaks up most of the moisture!…). I don’t feel like this often. It was so intense and it wouldn’t stop. And he loved the reaction… making me melt like a little messy girl, making me speechless with his actions…

“What if I corner you like this, mmm?” He leaned in, both arms on each side of the screen, muscles tense and eyes determined and fixed on me. My eyes swiftly swiped over his form and took him in again, bracing myself that I’m strong this time and can hold it. Another sigh from me, not bad, but it quickly turned into a moan and then a giggle, breathless, as my cheeks colored and I turned my head away. My eyes closed again, my body remembering the feel of him on top of me, around me. With me. So. So. Hot. My thighs quivered and my eyes closed on instinct with each new naughty, smooth line he spoke. Just looking at him like that made my mouth dry, trying to gulp down this intense energy but not succeeding as he stared me down, amused and aroused by my reactions.

“Why do you gulp?” He asked, as if that wasn’t clear as glass. “Why those pitched noises, babygirl?” And I squeaked again. No coherent thought, stammering something I can’t remember. No composure, no cool, no control. Just me getting flushed and flustered in a way no person achieved in a long time. Pure ecstasy electrifying my body, flustering me, slightly embarrassing me because I wanted to hold his gaze and match his demeanor. I wanted to make him feel the same, to unleash the desire I have for him and let it dance with his. But I just folded, trembled, melted into a puddle of arousal under his gaze.

And he kept talking to me… about how much he wanted me, wanted to feel me, about how his fingers would find my pussy so wet right now. And I trembled and giggled away, not wanting to admit it but we both knew how true that was.

“Next time… I want you to hold my arms… grab my arms as I plunge into you, my babygirl.”

My eyes rolled back once more and I nodded, biting my lip. Fuck that image. Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes. He kept exploring that thought and I was beside me, thinking how I want our hips to roll against each other as his arms corner me in, my hands clutching them and my nails digging into the strong form of his. Looking up at him, into the dark hunger in his eyes. The parted lips. The messy hair and the furrowed brows with that crease between them that appears every time he’s passionate and his beard scraping against my skin because we’re so close, we’re breathing each other in and out tongues touch but we breathe hard and turn into one fuzed fluid movement of passion and desire.

My skin felt on fire and my hips screamed for action, my pussy becoming so wet and ready it surprised me. He towered over the screen, his body looking so delicious and his face so attractive. Want him. Want him want him want him but can’t possibly make a move or answer or make him feel the same way because I squirmed and blushed and bit my lip and was overwhelmed by the way he turns me on.

…and he talked me through it… telling me to touch myself, to clench for him, to rub my pussy and listen to his voice as he instructed me what to do and to go faster, as he told me how he wanted me and what his hands would feel between my legs. His voice a whisper and he moaned for me, imagining us, feeling me. Talking and talking in great detail about his and my desire, praising me for rubbing myself and being good for him. And when my breath hitched and my moans got louder, he told me to cum for him and I did. My hips shook and my breath was rapid, my heart drumming in my chest, as I came for him and he praised me for doing so. Compliments and encouragement, soft whispers and caresses with his voice. He pushes all the right buttons.