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I want you to fuck me in a graveyard.

Molly laying at the foot of a gravestone masturbating for post about fucking in a graveyard

I want you to fuck me in a graveyard.

Maybe on a warm summer evening as the last of the sunlight casts long shadows around us and the birds still sing in the trees as they prepare for night fall. On the horizon in the distance the sun still shines. We have walked up here together, across the fields. No one has suggested fucking but we both know why we have come here.

At first we wander, looking at various graves, reading the names, talking about who they might be but the real reason is to kill a bit more time, to let the shadows grow longer and deeper and to be absolutely sure no one else is going to suddenly appear around the corner of the church. Finally you pull me into your arms, we kiss and then you are pushing down onto the meadow grass that grows in between the oldest the gravestones. You kneel between my thighs, tug up my skirt and unzip your pants. We are both ready, the unspoken words as we walked here have been our foreplay.

As I write this outside my window the light fades to darkness. Autumn and winter push and pull against one another. Summer is a memory. Tomorrow is Halloween. Tomorrow would be a the perfect day to fuck in a graveyard.

We wouldn’t have to wait for the sun to set. We wouldn’t need to worry that someone on a late evening walk might stumble across us. The dark would be our protection. The only thing that would possibly give us away would be the sound of my cries as your fingers twist in my hair and you bites pepper the back of my neck and shoulders. The cold stone of a tomb cutting into my hips as you bend me over. In the morning there will be bruises there where you thrust into me again and again forcing me against the unforgiving stone. Our breath clouds the air around us. Maybe someone would hear and wonder what is happened up there in the graveyard on this dark hallows eve. A little shiver of apprehension running through them as they dismiss the eerie sounds as being that of unknown wildlife.

Tomorrow would be the perfect evening to fuck me in a graveyard but for now I will imagine what it could be like and remember the summertime when I sat in the long grass surrounded by the peaceful inhabitant of this place and made myself come to the thought of what might happen here between you and I one day.

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  • Molly Moore - Author, Blogger, Photographer, Speaker, Director of Operations @Eroticon Find me in my corner of the internet at Molly's Daily Kiss and on Twitter @mollysdailykiss

  • Show Comments (3)

  • Jupiter Grant

    Mmmm, I was transported into a very sexy fantasy realm reading this (and enjoying the very erotic pic!) Wonderful!

  • Mascha

    Fucking in a graveyard – it was always my fantasy for many years. Pure life in the place of the dead … Unfortunately, all the graveyards, that we can reach are very busy and closed in the evening. But we talked about it often, quietly, when we were walking there and choosing the best place.
    Happy sunday

  • Bee

    It’s been too many years since I fucked in a graveyard and now I’m craving it more than ever!

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