He had learnt that being on all fours like a dog bitch was the position in which he found his deeper nature That it was the position was which you take black cock in cunt, and feel it pulse deep in you. That it was the postilion in which you gag on the same cock as it spurted down his gullet. That it was the position in which he would look up at Her with vulnerability and truth, hoping to be seen for what he was. And now,...

Heart-shaped, petite, tiny almost. And so beautiful and fluid. Her buttocks arching up with need in a slow rhythmic intensity. The white fine boxers showing her swollen cocklet. She was plugged, knowing I was coming over. Softening and opening herself, something I very much appreciated. Swollen, I felt the thick trunk of my naked cock swelling, rising. I heard her gentle ache for the mounting, the hunger in her sweet sigh...

She saw my deficits. My flawed masculinity. She knew the pivot triggers that unsettled my decorum and control. Through it all, somehow, I kept trying to maintain the semblance of normality, diplomacy and coolness. Even though inside, I struggled to own that I was different. Her body had youth and energy on its side. Lean, the tone of dark, rich coffee. Nipples, nubile and fierce. And she had cunt power, though never acted...

Her need was palpable, her musk cloying the ether An urgent yet subtle pant, palpable The abandonment of rationale and decorum evident Anxious fidgeting and vocal tremor The imploration in her eyes, welling forth her impending loss to the edge Conditioned she was, And, intentionally and within the container of our trust and knowing, I had edged and triggered her all day And now was the moment of visceral truth Her trust m...

Today is not the day... I open the door for you or bring you flowers Whilst I remain that man, I am that beast, that hunter that scents your cunt nectar. Whose swelling is mercenary. whose lust is ripe. Today is the day I break you over the threshold of your need and ache Lead you, take you, fully Till the afterlife of our carnality pulses deep into a warm exhausted night, into which I hold you again *

She awoke into the early glow of day, full, abundant with a familiar beautiful ache that reached down her mammary lines into the pit of of base chakra Ripe and ready, her nipples with a knowing urge with tender heat, and a gently needing swelling His mouth came to her with assurance, in warm silence his arms came around her as if both in needing embrace and containing her womanhood Her ripe bosom at the center, as he latc...