He is a spell of darkness upon my innocence, the sinking of lust; embeded under my skin.I am blinded by my hearts ability to love. His touch burns me like a white hot flame, I am streaked with red, his hand to blame. A tingle of ice crawls down my spine, set there by his velvet caress. Desire lurks there behind his milk chocolate gaze; his stare mezmerizing puts me in a haze of heaven and hell combined. I long to be tanted and taken, I yearn to burn and bleed for his pleasure. He knows I am his and he knows I will not fight it; I will be intoxicated by his temptation.
Chaos is my mind, for I haven’t the will nor want to fight. It has been a while since I felt his touch, the storm of his kiss before my body is calm. My eyes and heart hold no betrayal, I have not forsaken him. I becon him forward with the curl of my finger and the bat of my lash. He crosses the room and sits on the bed beside me.
“Hello” his voice is like satin.
I fall from momentary grace and into the stringth of his arms, my wait has been long, and I have not been held nor caressed by another during his absence. Heaven has no mercy for a soul that craves flesh the way that I do his. I am lost, and have no care as I listen to his silver tongue whisper sugar coated tales of his wildest fantisies into my ear, his hot breath, lingering over my lobe as his hands trail down my eager body and his fingertips slide over my nipples. His sharp teeth drag across the length of my colorless neck, marking my flesh, making me moan with the pleasure that only he can give.
I have longed to feel the sweet razor like edge of those teeth as they pull and tear my flesh, I want the grip of his masterfull, musically talented hands pulling my darkly hued locks, forcing my head back, my lips pointed upwards for his. I want him to take my bottom lip between his and pull, nibble, and lick it. I want to feel the unforgiving cold of the stainless steal hoop that resides in the left corner of his lower lip as his lips over power mine taking what was ment to be his.
I want his grip, latched upon my neck as he watches my lips turn pretty colors. His cock hardening at the way I pant, and moan, surendering to him as his violently forceful fingers mold my nipples into painful points. His touch and caresses leave me brethless and begging.
A bitter-sweet, almost fearal cry ecscapes my parted lips as his fingers contact the tight flesh of my throbing clit. He works it, as if it were the stings of his most prized Gibson, twitching over it without care, plucking. I moan, my voice filling his ears. He delights in my call. He slides his fingers over my nipples now, as if they were the frets of his guitar, he plays me well, he is the rockstar and I am his instrument.
How long have I longed for this touch? I would bend to his will, if only he would ask of me. My flesh yearns for the brush of his lips across it. Then as if he has read my mind, he lays my body down on black, silk sheets. He moves over me with animal like haste,
“You can not tame the blood of a desperate beast my love… you can only feed him and hope in vain that he will become satied.” He whispers these words to me, I find myself in a state of higher need, longing for euphoria as his lips claim my skin inch by inch.
His lips desend now upon my clit, his tongue moves to taste his hopes and dreams, he breathes in my scent, and he sighs then sucks hungraly at the hard, needy flesh. I moan louder, filling the space of the candlelit room. I buck my hips, murmuring for more of this and any other touch. He heeds my call and thrusts his middle and index finger deep within me, filling me.
My heart pounds, pumping so hard I fear he hears it. My body arches into his skillfull touch. I need, want and crave so much more, I want it harder, faster and deeper, I want his cock instead of his fingers, but he will not sooth this need untill I cum for him. I know this without being told. I am very close to release, I fill it starting to devour me, mind body and soul. He knows in the way I respond that the time is near. In a passing moment, I reward him with the arch of my back, the pant of my chest, the moan of my mouth and a smile on my lips.
He smurks, saticfied by my response and moves over me, bringing his lips to mine. He presses them in, a wave of bliss claims me. I know what he wants to hear, it has become a well practiced speech.
“Please …. Tomi” I beg. He shakes his head in the negitive.
“You know what I want to hear my love… now say it.” He says in a comanding tone.
“I need your cock, please fuck me Tomi.” I say as a blush rushes over my cheeks.
He nods and pulls my legs around his waist and penitrates me, I gasp then moan as he fills me, peircing me roughly. He takes me now.Love and lust unites, as our fingers intertwine, just as our souls aline, I am his, and he is mine. The act is sacred. He takes me with force and love, giving me everything. I will as always, suck him dry of energy and time. He will lead me to the brink of self controll, and then shatter me like glass upon the floor. I will break and lay before him in pieces. I have come to exspect and enjoy it. Soon everything within me is beging to exsplode, I feel the springs inside, coil up so tight.
I have again become enslaved to him; I am a willing servant to his every need as his fingers explore my swollen flesh. I surrender my passion to him; I lose controll, for it is his. I obey, his call and cum for him, whimpering in complete worship of him. The pain of sepperation will be agonizing, but for now, as he is envelpped within my warmth, he is at the brink now as well. I can feel his heart pound for me; I can feel the pulse in his cock as he explodes with his own ecstacy. Intoxicating, tantilizing and perfect our act has become.
We fall to the bed and he holds me as long as he can. Many hours pass before he must leave me again. For now, I find my highest form of happiness inside the warmth and protection of his arms. There, is where I find my rest.
When the sun comes over the herizon and he has gone there will be a note and a rose.
“It was enchanting as always my love, I will return to you when I can, but for now, I leave you with a rose, and kiss upon your slightly parted lips.Sleep well and remain faithful to my heart.”
Forever yours
T.K.
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