daydreaming (2)
She leaned even closer, until her breast rested heavily on my shoulder, swirling, grinding…images flooded my mind.
Images of sex. Of sucking. Of internal meanderings down a road that could only end in the very definition of ecstasy. Of fucking…
Again, she smiled. I wanted to make love to this woman. But I guess at that point, I wanted to fuck her more.
A woman’s breasts were created for the one thing that now filled my mind, and I whimpered to myself at the exquisite tease of it all. At least, I think I whimpered to myself. Whether silent or not, I have no doubt the lady heard me.
One more round of pressure and then she withdrew. And slid away from me. No. More. I needed more.
I needed to part her red seas and taste the ripeness of her being. I needed to have her spread open before me. Holding nothing back. I needed to feel her feeling me deep inside her cunt, her pussy, her soul. I needed to kiss her. To hold her. Hell, I needed to fuck her.
As I watched, she moved unto the dance floor…eyes still holding unto mine…and became as one with the suddenly slow sensuous beat. Her body was an open invitation that held the room like a vice, as eyes gazed upon her with lust and greed. But I knew. I knew she danced only for me.
From my now top-of-the-world perch I watched as she mimicked a strip – the tease.
Her overwhelming aroma of pure sex, love and lust gave me back my mind for a moment, and I had a brief conversation with common sense and reality.
She is perfect, I said.
“No one is perfect.” They replied.
She is the purpose for my existence.
“You are the reason for your own existence.”
She will give me light.
“None can give light if they themselves cannot see.”
She ran her hands over her body, and They were utterly silenced. She trailed her hands over her thighs, her breasts. Her mouth parted, as she made to taste the aura of her own being.
When she beckoned me, I rose without hesitation…it was time.
This daughter of the supreme seductress would never leave my arms, that much I knew.
She pulled me into her embrace and I buried my face in her hair…wishing it were not just the hair on her head.
If I wasn’t lost before…I definitely was now.
I slid a leg between hers, and she groaned, nipping at my ear.
I felt a throbbing on my thigh that had nothing to do with the music or our dance…we answered to our rhythm and felt our own vibe.
“I’m cuming!”
My head snapped back in wonder…and to watch her face while she leaked on my thigh. Her eyes were wide and wild, her lips parted…she took quick breaths that waltzed with her grinding and thrusting…
I slid my hands lower, and helped her fuse her body with mine. Clothing is highly overrated. Especially when you don’t wear any underwear. And as my hands held her ass, I knew she didn’t have anything under there.
My panties were thickly coated. That was okay. I knew she would lick me clean later.
I looked into the eyes of a woman on the edge of erotic madness, held bound by the prison of sexual tension.
I spoke only one word.
“Fuck”
She gave a last thrust that nearly threw both of us on the floor, and I slid my tongue into her mouth…a foretaste of the wetness I knew I would eventually taste.
I led her down slowly from heaven…and the dance floor. I knew this queen would give up her kingdom for a bed. Fortunately, I knew where to find one for half the price. And I intended to make her pay for it. I intended to make her beg for it. To make her lust for it. To make her fuck for it.
