So here I am again, lost in thought, shutting everyone out. It's one of those moods that creeps in so slowly, like a nite of champagne, a single candle, and a playlist that could make a flip-of-the-wrist at a rainbow parade want to slit his wrists. Initially, you think you are just in the mood for champagne, just cause it tastes so sweet and it is the choice beverage of toasts at times of celebration, so how could it be gloomy.
And of course the candle symbolizes a sense of romance, passion and even peaceful self-preserving meditation. And of course the excuse for the playlist coincides with that feeling of need for music that reflects the calm collective mood you are contemplating.
And there you go, three impressive explanations that you, naturally, except without question. Damn. This is the type of mood you thrive on, wait for, even anticipate…and even though I may not consciously acknowledge it, I know that at some point, eventually, you will appear.
Will it be tonite??? At this point you have developed the ability to sense these phases…you are impressive in that respect. It begins at the end and progresses, til the end becomes the beginning.
Ignoring your calls, not responding to messages sent…no matter how heated and erotic…no matter what fantasy you are currently exploring with those soft curious and experienced fingers of yours.
I resist, though it isn't even resisting, because my drive to indulge in your many skills has been banished, exiled, and left me to my solitude. Of course it does not bother me…in that moment I am exactly where I want to be, so ignoring you is not even a conscious decision…it is merely me, being me. As I lay there, lost in the flicker of the candle, Something Corporate's 'Konstantine' gliding throughout the room, a darkness obstructs the white wall that moments earlier provided the backdrop to the flame that had possessed all thought.
I close my eyes tight and open them to find you standing there in the open carpet of room. I close my eyes again, tighter, and open them to confirm that it is in fact you.
It is. Your expression is limited, unreadable, yet smooth. Your eyes pierce mine as I stare at you, the same unwavering look. As you approach me you glance to your left and catch glimpse of the bottle of champagne sitting on my bedside table, swiftly pick it up and take four maybe four draws and set it down to continue beading up with condensation. As you stand there, legs comfortably spread, looking down at me sitting on my low set bed, I inhale and take in the sweet mixture of that familiar scent of you…the one that includes a hint of earlier self pleasure…perhaps on the car ride over…perhaps standing at my doorway undetected, watching me…there is no way to know, horny teen amber gray adores a hard dick in her tight pussy thoughts of possibilities clouding my head are beginning to awaken me.
I reach up and slide my hands slowly from behind your knees, up the back of your thighs, pulling up your skirt, and take your cheeks in my hands, massaging briefly…then dragging my nails down the crack of your ass and down your inner thighs, I pull you closer so you are straddling me standing, your silky, dripping wet, dark blue panties less than inch from my lips.
I find myself wondering if you in fact chose these panties knowing that the juices would stick and give me even more of a mess to clean up…and perhaps that you chose this dark color to reflect that dark, sinister lifestyle you have come to live since our first interaction…and I smirk, the first time in a while.
It's on tonite. Gripping your ass I pull your dark wet panties to my mouth and begin massaging your pussy with my tongue. You immediately begin removing your top with a quickness to reveal your already erect nipples. After pulling off your panties I reach up and begin pinching your nipples and gripping your tits, knowing that you like them handled rough and with a purpose.
As your pussy continues to, somehow, get more and more moist in my mouth I withdraw with the intent of making you wait, yearn, even beg for the orgasm that you have been craving so deeply these past few weeks. But you know I don't want to hear you beg…no…cause words could never express to me the need and desire you have for the pleasure Tory lane going once cumming twice give you…all in one motion, before I can even finish exhaling from the tonguing I had just given your pussy, you drop to your knees to remove my shorts and take my throbbing cock in your open, even seemingly hungry, mouth…taking it back to your throat and sticking your tongue out to give a performance that would warrant a good hard fuck.
As your head moves up and down on my cock, the moist lubrication from your mouth pooling at the base of my cock, I stand with my cock still in your mouth and bring your eyes to gaze into mine and point to the corner of the room…and with this you slide my cock out of your mouth and begin to stand, but I shake my head, and you look at me with curious and even shocked eyes…but you quickly gather yourself and smirk at me as if it was your idea in the first place…and you begin to crawl, slowly and with meaning across the room where my dresser stands.
As you reach the dresser, the dresser that is standing before you on your hands and knees, I see a drop of your juices fall from your begging pussy…and you pull from the bottom drawer of the dresser a silk scarf and tie it around your head and across your open mouth. As you turn to me I motion to you with one finger to come to me, knowing that this kind of treatment makes you hotter than any fantasy you could dream up.
Laying there on my back you slowly crawl up on the bed with the most erotic demeanor that I know its going to be a good, long nite.
Crawling on top of me you lower your sweet nipples to my face and lower your pussy dripping pussy onto my cock, and you find me to be harder than you've ever felt. As you glide onto my cock you exhale deeply and close your eyes, taking in the ecstasy, and begin pumping up and down, biting down on the scarf in your mouth.
I then sit up and pull your legs around me and begin grinding hard into your pussy, reaching up and pulling the extra ends of the scarf so that your head jerks up and gives me an opening to suck, lick and bite your neck. At this you begin moaning loudly and start grinding harder and harder and gaze into my eyes with a look of begging…begging to let you cum, begging to let you spread your juices all over my cock, begging for that orgasm you have been needing, craving, emo slut has pov anal pornstars and cumshot for…and I nod.
And as you let go and let out that long muffled scream, you eventually relax and almost collapse strapped blonde fucked and clamped in living room12 my arms…but we're not done. I spin your left leg around and throw you onto your arms and knees, pull your ass up so it is staring at me, waiting, begging…it seems to be the theme tonite and how can I resist.
So I thrust my cock inside you…no gentle caresses, no easing in…no, tonite is a nite where I fuck you til you collapse and then fuck you harder and longer still. Fucking you from behind with your head bent to the side I thrive on your moans and screams, get lost in them, and then comes the smirk…and I smack your ass, hard, and the sting makes you yelp, but you keep pushing your ass towards me, as if begging me to do whatever wills me…so I smack the other cheek to the sound and reaction to the first.
And with that I realize it is time…and I pick up the pace, with deeper and harder thrusts…exploring parts of you never touched and being met with sounds from you never heard…and as I feel myself reaching the point of no return, I inhale deeply and give you a longer, deeper, more purposeful fuck…and as I approach my orgasm I let out a loud intense moan and begin letting go of every ounce of cum inside you…more and more…filling you up until you think there is no way your pussy can possibly hold any more, I grip your ass…and begin to relax.
After a minute or two that seems like hours pass, I finally pull my still throbbing cock from your pussy, and exhale deeply. As you get back on your hands and knees you remove the scarf, look back at me, close your eyes long and gently, smile and slowly stand…you walk toward my bathroom, with the mixture of our juices dripping out of your pussy, where a steaming shower awaits us.
Thoughts of possibilities driving, consuming our heads, you look over your shoulder and say to me with a smile… "Hi."