Fiction
04 Feb 2019


You are simply a

creature of nature doing natures bidding. You enter

the room locking the door behind you to shut the

world out and your passion in. You say no words of

greeting, nor do I. You do not even look for me in

the dim light. You have no need, You know it is me. My sweet scent fills you. Slowly I move

behind you licking the back of your neck while my

hands move under your blouse massaging your soft

flat belly before moving upward toward your breasts.

Closing your eyes you bend your head forward your

breath becoming deep and slow as your nipples

harden beneath my touch, the palms of your hands

become moist and warm with anticipation. Gently I

remove your blouse kissing, nibbling, and licking

each new bit of skin I expose. Sucking your

breasts into my mouth sometimes soft and moist,

occasionally demanding, flicking your now fully erect

nipples. Sliding my accomplished lingua between

your cleavage I move downward leaving a trail of

pending elation on your skin, stopping only for a

moment to lick your navel as my hands slide up the

back of your smooth bare legs and begin massaging

your buttocks. I chew on your pelvic mound with

hunger and your tight skirt becomes wet with my

saliva and the readiness flowing from your need to be

my feast. You live in a body solicitous for my touch,

my tongue, and my entry. Your eagerness will not

rush my banquet, you know you will have to wait. You know I have no desire to quickly

take you, drain my passion at the expense of yours

and go. I  want to play your body, explore

your deepest desires at times gently and tenderly

teasing you to joy. At other times demanding and

forceful making you to submit to the primal passions

that dwell beneath the surface of socialized conduct.

I run my tongue along the cleavage of your toes,

then removes your heels, licking your feet sucking

on each toe one at a time then very slowly rises up to

unzip your skirt sliding it deliberately over your hips

while kissing the front of your dampened panties.

Sucking your elixir through the silk, before pulling

them down your shuddering legs with my teeth. I

stand removing my touch to drink the sight of your

naked body with eyes that thirst. I'm still fully

clothed and you stand unconcealed before me

feeling vulnerable and exposed. My arms at last

enfold you pulling your body weak with need to me.

My mouth feels hot on your breath so sweet,

deeply kissing my prey. This hunt is over, this prey is

mine, your body has once again betrayed you, led you

to my side, forced you to eagerly cast your flesh to

my whim. You melt into my chest, rejoicing in

the roughness of my clothing and the delicacy of your

nudity. I lay you face down on the bed and you

hear me remove my clothes. You wish to turn and

look, to pay visual homage to my hardness and

envision it penetrating your anxious femininity. Still

you resist the temptation to gaze. You know me you know tonight I don't want you to think, only to feel.

To flow with the sensations I will give you. The fate

of your passion is in my expert hands not your own.

So you lay face down in scarce contained anticipation

and wait. You feel a shock of warmth as I pour

heated cherry scented oil on your bare buttocks

letting it run between your rear cleavage seeking

your depths. My warm hand explores you. Slowly

slipping an oil slick finger into your rear passage,

letting you savor the intrusion, stroking you long and

leisurely allowing you to feel each slow caress. You

can think of nothing else save my finger violating

your most private space. I remove my finger and

my tongue now moves to the cleavage of your seat

moving deeper with each pass until I begin licking

the sensitive opening. Delving deep inside, soothing

you with my heat while massaging your woman's

pearl with knowing hands, slick with sweet scented

oil. Your breath enters in short deep gasps. You moan

lost in a world only I know how to create. Without

shame you reach back with both hands spreading the

cheeks of your behind. Pressing toward the giver of

sensations that lavishes lingual veneration on this

potent bundle of nerve endings. Your delectation is

enhanced because you know that not only is your

love willing to delight you in this way. I do so

with a hunger born of appreciation for each texture,

scent and reaction of your existence. Your skin burns

with the fever of arousal, though you do not notice it

the blush of passion has formed patterns between

your breasts. A glistening sheen of sweat forms on

your naked back as your world becomes more and

more focused. There are no problems to solve no bills

that need paying. At this moment there is nothing

but the sheer joy of sensation and adoration for the

man that now devours the most private portion of

your body with untamed abandon. You feel your need

rise toward the moment of completion. I feel it too

and holds you there. My tongue deep inside you pussy and hands expertly

keeping you on the verge but not yet willing to let

you fall into the well of release. Moments feel like

hours as your body swirls in the winds of sensuality.

You moan in yearning as I remove my touch. Your

breath shallow, waiting, knowing not to look, your

ears seek my intent, my quiet movements, the sound

of a plastic chest opens then shuts, a rustling of

paper, your anticipation mounts. My hand in your

hair gently pulls back your head, a chill on your

cheek. You quiver as now my intention is revealed. I

offer a cherry Popsicle to your lips. You suck it deep

into your mouth as if it were me, it soothes a throat

parched from the passing of heated breath. I

stroke your soft mouth with long cold strokes,

allowing you time to contemplate your fate.

Removing it from your mouth I return to your

pussy rubbing the sweet ice on your flaming

lips. Cooling them allowing your heat to melt your

lover of frost, running in cool trickles into your heated

crevice. You feel it parting your cheeks probing

deeper, slowly seeking your opening. You clutch the

blanket in both apprehension and anticipation. It has

found you. The journey into your body begins as your

clit encircles the intruder, trying desperately to

protect you, but losing its grip, too slick with oil and

ice to hold. It takes you repeatedly, sinking inside,

pouring its cold energy into you as the heat from

your body drains it. You moan and raise your

quivering hips to challenge each cold thrust. You

become a squirming sheen of femininity in need. As

the sweat from your skin runs down the line of your

spine like a river of lust. The tender cheeks of your

bottom are filled with fire and ice as part of you

wishes it would end and another part wishes it never

would. As usual I make that decision for you and

you wonder how I know your limits without being

told. Once again his hot mouth soothes you. Warm

strong hands again massage your female jewel. After

the cold, my heat is far more intense and you revel in

its potent effect. Your hands clutch the bed spread as

you whimper in ecstasy. Whimpers turn to moans,

then soon to a pleas as you begin to beg for merciful

release. Your body conveys your need for completion,

writhing in wanton abandon. Your small hands no

longer simply clutch the bed spread but strip the

bedding until your nails claw the bare mattress in

urgency. Mercifully I roll you over and bury my

tongue between your folds. You feel it slithering

along the soaked and beckoning center of your

femininity. Your pearl is hard and standing, begging

to be loved. I hear its call accepting it into my

mouth, giving succor. He begins the swirling motion

that I know always brings you over the edge. My

fingers enter you and find the secret swollen rise

against the back of your pelvis. Using this grip to pull

you even closer. The motion of my strong fingers

matches those of my serpent tongue. The relentless

assault is my answer to your plea, the prayer you

offered for satisfaction will be answered. You will be

granted the blessing of rapture. Gratefully you yield

yourself giving all your senses to my master touch.

For a moment the pressure is so intense you think

you may have to urinate. But then the fire spreads as

your reach your first release, your breathing stops.

Every muscle in your body flexes and quivers as your

contractions begin. The muscles in your love well

pulse with a mind of there own. Wholly beyond

control your waking mind. Warm wine flows from

your woman's grotto only to be swallowed greedily

by me. You hear my moan echo inside you.

This only adds to your response because you know I

desire every touch smell and taste of your

femininity. Slowly your release subsides but you do

not regret its passing. You know this lover you know

the night is just beginning. Yes you know me,

and that I know your body, understands that

after your release, the muscles of your inner walls

will need to be filled, will need to cling, will spasm

seeking the hardness of a man to hold. As with all

your needs he fills this one. Lifting your seat in

strong hands and driving my shaft deep in one

powerful thrust. No longer the gentle coaxing lover

I pummel your mound, fast and hard riding you

with a force that nearly drives the breath from your

lungs. Your eyes open in amazement, as you watch

my body. The lines of my strength defined, drilling his

piston of flesh inside you with total wantonness.

Stopping only to press deep inside and compress

your distended jewel against my groin. You lock your

legs around the small of my back in an attempt to

hold some of your weight from me, but you know it

is not necessary. The weakness of your small

frame rests lightly in my hands as I irresistibly

takes you. Splitting you with my shaft, possessing

you. Sweat pours down my forehead into my eyes.

The sting of salt only causes me to shake my head

flinging it from me. This beast of passion, carelessly

swatting a small distraction far too trivial to cause

me to miss my pace. You are so intent on watching

the sheen of my toil on my hard frame, so

astonished at the vigor of my relentless onslaught

that your second explosion erupts before you feel its

approach. A quick build, then violent pulsing

contractions, you shake with your eyes wide open in

shock. Your vision intensifies, your world becomes so

clear that it deifies reality, its center, you

move beyond clear, I become a white glow, a

strange combination of vision distorted and a

sharpness beyond your comprehension. Still I

drives on. No! Even increases my efforts, turning your

cry's to screams, not letting you recede until your

spent nervous system can stand no more. Slowly

evenly I let you down, my movements now barely

perceptible, placing your small bottom on the soft

cool bed. I soothe you, leaning forward, kissing

your now closed eyes, licking your lips, letting your

breath enter my panting lungs, renewing me.

Touching, caressing, appreciative. My hands explore

the length of your body slick with your sheen. Your

long hair is soaked with spent desire, I brush it

from your face. Being sure that you do not feel the

sting of salt in your eyes I wipe them with my lips.

Whispers my devotion in your ear with heated breath.

I withdraw and stands beside the bed my

hardness still not spent and it juts firmly from my

hips. You see me reach to the nightstand and

retrieve a small cord, then grasp your slim ankles

and hold them in one large hand as I tied first one

big toe and then the other pulling your feet together.

You giggle in erotic respect as I rub your feet with

the scented oil. My ability to find new and different

delights seems boundless. Holding your feet between

my hands by the heels I enter the gap of your slick

arches. The sight of my velvet head staring at you as

it seduces your soft feet transfixes your eyes. Moving

back and forth in a hypnotic rhythm, a dancing cobra

to your flute. Only it is you and not the Cobra that is

mesmerized. You cannot break the spell of its mating

dance as you watch my serpent languidly basking in

the supple sensitive flesh of your arches. You barely

notice as I take your hand and coats your

finger with oil, then places it to your still swollen

clit. Your finger moves in long practiced small

circles on your well loved but still distended pleasure

median. Timing itself to the dance that has captured

your mind. The world has diminished to this one

small point, this is your existence, your reality. All

thought has been blocked, only you and the velvet

cobra remain. Even my body disappears to

blackness behind my dance. I stare at you

with lust on my lips. There is no escape from my spell

I will claim my prey. Your mental clock has

departed you have no concept of time. Lost with this

serpent of passion you and I dance. The head of

your tormentor swells slightly preparing to strike.

Your heart quickens knowing your moment is near.

You will soon be a victim of my primal need. Unlike me this one knows no compassion. There will

be no escape from my cobra strike, my only goal you. The

meaning of its life is the claiming of you. He will

show no mercy. You welcome its venom. You

crave the feel of its heat on your skin. Still he does

not claim you. You are confused. You have lost this

dance! Why does he wait? Tormenting you. What

more does he require? You once again feel the

beginnings of orgasmic splendor. His dance quickens

sensing its approach. Now you know why he waits, he

must have your submission! This dance must end

together. You build in a slowly rising crescendo,

unlike your last release this one gives you

forewarning, building evenly but willfully higher.

Frantically before you the serpent dances. You hang

at the peak as your voice makes sounds that have no

meaning to anyone but lovers, you speak in the

tongue of the cobra, then suddenly fall over the edge

into the abyss of rapture. He releases you from the

spell. You have upheld your bargain. Hot venom

sprays your skin, streams of desires flame streak

your thighs, over your stomach and breasts, even

reaching your lips where you drink it greedily into

your mouth. This time you fall in ecstasy. The venom

of devotion enters your skin bonding you to this

velvet serpent, but more to this lover.

Tags: anticipation, attraction, bareback, emotion