Laying upon the floor, haphazardly covered by the goose down duvet from the bed above us, I slowly stretch my aching body starting at my toes. As I come awake, I wonder how long we’ve been asleep and how we fell to this position.
Flexing my feet and then my calves, stretching my thighs and hips into the arch of my back, I groan… I can feel the pulling burn of my shoulders as I reach up over my head, rolling my neck first to the left and then back to the right where I encounter your tired enquiring gaze…
Mid arch, long stretch, I forget to release as your eyes begin to fill with the storm clouds that I will learn to know means your mind is on high alert and you will be a force to be reckoned with. I can hear the steady plodding of my heart turn into a rushing waterfall, pounding the depths below as it follows your brewing gaze to my parted lips where my tongue involuntarily slips through to moisten them.
I can taste the potent vestige of last night’s invocation. The restrained images full of hypnotic devastation, of control falling down into the well in primal sacrifice of our civility… You razed my walls and plundered my last stand against your possession. With each insistent invasion of my core, by hand or rigid cock, licking and biting at my shamelessly exposed and pleading pussy, your flesh melds with mine…
I give to you in unmeasured degrees my bound secrets and my unleashed abandon. As your body floods mine with your molten desire, your tongue rasps against my pouting nipples, your hands lift the heavy harvest of my breasts as you press them together and determinedly sink a sucking bite into the plump flesh of the inner globes. You mark me as I cry out, begging for more. Without a word, you manacle my wrists above my head and tie them deftly with a length of silken crimson cord to the heavy leg of the four post bed. I am laid wide and exposed as you explore my body, devouring me with wicked teeth and soothing tongue yet avoiding all of the zones of eros.
Enraptured, I lose myself to your deft ministrations; my mind conjures the wild aspirations of the night before. Playing like a 1920s silent film, jauntily crashing images into shadowed screenplay… Your opening line, the soundtrack, is set to tumble over and over, caught on a groove like a turntable teasing a tenderly bruised vinyl.
“I want to make sweet sweet love to you.. before I fuck you… I want to take you from behind slowly while you write for me… just the feeling of my cock sliding in slowly… feeling your pussy tighten and release.”
I am captivated by your tempting invasion of my body, insistent tongue lashing at my forebearance; I fall into weakness under your persistence. Memories, the tawdry reveries of our evening performance, lick at my consciousness. I am slip-sliding, tailing your fingers tracing jupiter’s delight. I collapse into dawn’s delirium…
The spiraling images I have in my mind are tangled and loveswept. I reach for my pen and vellum to capture our fall. The sweetest words always spill for you. I begin to compose a bit of whimsy; snapshot fragments to lay light to our midnight tryst. The jostling struggle as we vied for creative input; a breath to soften a bite, a lick to hasten the plunge of exploring hands, gentle pressure as you torment us with your inevitable breach of my crumbling balance.
I fight to keep focus as my pen scratches across the smudged and crumpled page, a companion to the raze of your nails from inviting nape to the swell of my cresting hips.
Faintly, I recall your bold avowal, “I want to take you from behind slowly while you write for me..just the sensation of my cock sliding slowly.. groaning as you grasp and pull me into your heat.”
Overcome, I begin to fade; sharp focus begins to soften and lose to the lure of your mounting purpose of seizing my thoughts of wanderlust. You refuse to be the preface and postscript to my bestormed literal endeavour. You lay siege to the landscape of my flesh and demand sanctuary.
As my pussy clenches, you growl in my ear and fuck me just a little harder… gasping, you make me drop my pen. I try to concentrate on the rhythmic fucking, but mewling whimpers fill the air, distract me. I fight to regain mental faculty, to memorialise the magnificent prose you’ve inspired. An epic monument to mark lovers who transcend all that sets them apart from the common. I punctuate the depth and emotion with each rolling wave of pleasure as you send shivers across the page while tracing my spine with hungry kisses… You feed me your thoughts as I weave them into sultry stanzas, shyly coy for all but our most private eyes. You paint me with rushing melodies brushed over the swells of my hips and brought round under to capture my heart. You build with me a castle of need and want and desire and desperate longing.
I am filled to overflowing with the words to share all that time forgot…
The silken rasp as the red cord around my wrists strains against the polished wood. Betrayed by my frayed nerves, awash in the buckling sensations of tempting tongue, frenzied fingers and crashing cock; your taunting words hold me captive. With each forceful thrust, and each demanding kiss, you punctuate your claim- mine. Mine. MINE.
Each searching stroke leads you to the core of me, each spasming grasp pulls you tighter and deeper, each growl in harmony with complimenting gasp and purr. You gilravage upon the gamble of you, and me…
Recklessly reconsidering instead:
Together, we begin to build the fire, setting flame to the conclusion of our opening act. The hook… a tandem entreaty for epic rise and release in the names of whatever gods will consecrate our reckless abandon to surrender.
Mid arch, long stretch, I had forgotten to release as your eyes had filled with the storm clouds that I now know to mean your mind is on high alert. We have become rendered defenseless to fate’s folly.