A low growl from the heavens permeated through the walls. A mild glow of torn light screamed its repression through our milieu. Rain drops were tapping against the vast pane. Peeking, trying to capture and refract a glimpse of your body. Your body, a magnificent collage of poetic articulations, a canvas of inconceivable colors and a representation of untouched beauty pressed against the monsoon scene. As I lay down on the arctic floor infiltrating your eyes, I found my solace, my harmony and my dreams willingly reciprocating in your mind.
Slipping off the only fabric hiding the indecency of an immature intellect but the decency of our relation, admiration and adoration, it withered submitting to the forces of pull. Your body, naked and cold, your hands pressed against your waist, your plush keenly moist, your bosoms magnificently exposed, your face serene as the winter blow. Your eyes gleamed as they pierced through the feeble skin of my naked soul.
Shattering the iced stasis, you moved, carefully deciding your steps. Your feet gently kissed the floor rippling your animated presence, melting the waxed barriers of distance, humility and control. You floated, silently, seductively and hypnotically. Approaching my resting posture, legs apart you halted your rapturous journey. Your slit positioned above my lips, ready to be consumed in a flood of crushing ecstasy and flammable lust. You stood still. Stood commanding me silently…
The invisible grip of temptation and the unforeseen coercion of willfulness pulled my form towards your labium. Eagerly addressing your stare with my black beads, my tongue slipped inside your smothering portal, alerting your senses.
Careless whispers of your enchanted soul breezed through your succulent lips. Eyes affixed to your face, teeth gently grazing on your buttery skin, labial petals riding along the waves of my tongue, I tasted you. I felt your beats. I felt alive. Your Hands ran through my hair, black as the misty night, brushing against your pale fingers as you wordlessly wished to feel my tongue sink deeper. Your body expressed louder than your mind. Straining me deeper into your doughy skin, my jaw forced open surpassing its limit. My tongue sank and crawled in deeper and deeper within your sopping canal.
You sighed, reclining your head, closing you lids. I felt you. I felt your exhilaration. I felt your tides of felicity sweep across your shape. Your Nectar trickled down like honey strands, elongating and playfully twisting during their viscous journey out of your plush and onto my chin. The taste of your love infused ambrosia lit up every sensory node embedded within my parched body. A disharmony of images, sounds, thoughts and sensations chaotically bombarded my mind rendering imprints of this moment on it, denting its dimension like surface of tough gold.
My tongue hummed inaudibly these words transmitting temperate oscillations through your flesh, into your nerves, firing your imagination.
Graciously and generously coating my tongue, your nectar fueled my fire. Fire conjured up from the deepest darkest pits of my lustful realm.
Moaning my wants inside you, my tongue hummed. Recklessly parting your strength and strain against it, I burrowed deeper, breathing heavily against you and on you. Every inhalation assured you of my devotion to ingest and please. Every Exhalation reminded you about my untamed beast surfacing. A beast that had been suppressed against his will, forced to lie dormant in your absence. Now he breathes again. He wishes again. He hunts again. You are his prey. Your cum is his reward to feast on.
I prayed, prayed with my dark eyes. Visions locked to your enigmatic grace, charm and posture.
“Cum in my mouth.”
Your unforeseen bond with nature was apparent. Droplets knocked harder, flashes grew brighter and screams blared louder. Slippery lashes against your rosy petals, greedy stabbings of my tongue in your bountiful grove, reckless breaths of over enthusiasm clouding your velvet patch.
“Fuck…I’m cumming…oh fuck!”
Your nails dug in deeper, piercing my flesh. Eyes wide open, I welcomed your reward. Your grip so forced, your expressions to powerful, your breaths so deep, I was stunned, stunned to have made you reach to a state of pure exhilaration, a state of ambient inertia, state of emotional rapture.
As the force of the world numbed my knees, I rose. Licking my way upwards, leaving the moist trail of further desire to please and be pleased. Arms wrapped around you, lips pressed against your neck, my breath moist as the ocean breeze brushed passed your ears. A tingling spread across that was expressed by your fingers interlocking with mine. The heavens sparked, the flashes grew, the candles flames shivered, lifeless shadows now danced around us.
“I need you in me…now.”
Arms still caped around your belly, teeth nibbling the mushy lobes of your ear, my fingers slid down to your drenched plush, slowly circling your engorged clit, sending waves of sensations across. As we nestled in the warmth of each other’s caress, I slid him against your damp lips, burnishing your clit with his soft smooth head.
Your hands gripped his throbbing form and gently guided it to your puckered hole, teasing your senses with slow stokes of my cock.
“Today I need you in my ass…please.”
As your words echoed and resonated within me, my hands firmly gripped you exhibiting actions that were in sync with our thoughts.
Before I could mark you as mine, before I could taint your purity, before I could claim you as my anal slut, you whispered, “Wait…this has to be perfect.”
You grabbed the music player’s remote lying near our conjoined form, and flicked the play button.
Nature’s symphony was soon overwhelmed by Delilah’s voice. As the song, “Inside my Love” slowly settled within our sonic senses, as our bodies embraced the familiarity of the song, you moaned, “Now…in me…please.”
I pushed him, slowly, carefully and gently.
I could sense your thrill and excitement. As the pressure built, I could sense fear. I could feel your nails slowly scraping the surface of my rock hard arms. I pushed. I kept pushing. Your opening gave way. As you moaned, the beats picked up. As you clutched me and bit your lips, you lit my blood with fire. As Delilah chanted, I pushed in deeper.
Your tightness grew, you exhaled deeply. As our minds were locked in a tantrum of feelings, sensations and ecstasy, I felt an awakening. You had me, in you, in your tight ass. The ass I worshipped from a distance when you walked, the ass I fantasised slapping and fucking when spatial and temporal distance were the only hindrances between us. I had you finally, you were mine, your ass was mine, my cock was slowly burying itself deeper and deeper in your forbidden void.
Eyes closed, I bit into your neck, sucking on your skin. The density, force and heat were beyond the comprehension and imagination of my mind. I couldnt believe I was in my Lilac’s ass, her tight little ass.
As my head brushed against your smooth insides, as I burrowed in completely, replacing anguish and pain with calm, composure and pleasure, I knew you were ready. You were ready to be fucked like my little anal slut. Fingers dancing around your dripping pussy, sensationalizing this moment by playing with your clit, I began to move my hips outwards. As the song blared through the speakers, you felt a similar beat within your ass, much more subtle, much gentler and much more passionate. As I pushed you over, making you bend, I saw the stunning visual. It was so naughty, so forbidden, so stressful, so arousing. My cock, stroking in and out of your gorgeous asshole, stretching it beyond its previous limits, making you accept my intrusion deep within your mind and body, and having you love every second of it, It was beyond perfection. It could be closely described to a true work of erotic art in its finest moment of creation.
You flooded the room with your luscious moans. The song was nearing its completion and I heard you groan my favorite words.
“I’m about to cum…fuck!”
Your fingers meticulously ran their course through your soaking rosy pussy and my cock pistoned back and forth in and out of your addictive ass. I was beginning to lose my grasp on reality. My inhibited inner demon was taking over.
As Delilah sang her last words, you climaxed. Your entire body glistened with sweat, pulsed with the force of intense pleasure and quivered with the effort to expel out your sweet tasty nectar. I didn’t stop. Like the inertia of a heavenly body, no force except a powerful cum, could stop me.
The player switched tracks and on came another passionate tune, The Glitch Mob’s Distance Between Two Points
I roared sincerely and commandingly, as I spanked your ass.
You lay on your fours, fingers deep within your cum filled pussy, looking back at me, smiling seductively, obeying my command and griping me tightly.
I moaned as I felt your will to pleasure me.
“Yes baby…fuck your little anal slut…cum for her.”
I pushed him deeper and harder, I wanted to hurt you more. You had made me resort to my unconscious primal state. I wanted to use you, abuse you, and make you my sincere and faithful dirty slut.
Impulsively I grabbed your hair…pulling you up closer to my mouth. I grinded my teeth and minced my passion out;
“I will cum in your ass…nowhere else…only your tight little fucking slutty ass!”
Your face exhibited pain; your body showed signs of my power, but your eyes spoke the truth of your mind.
“Yes baby…please….I want to feel it seep in deep within me.”
You could barely speak as I continued fulfilling my needs. I could feel the suction and the grip.
The song neared its completion as well. The rain grew fiercer. The ground felt meagre and unstable. Colours didn’t make sense anymore. The space we occupied seemed to fail the test of wisdom and logic. My sweet Lilac, I had lost her and she had seen me wither away. We were just two wild souls fulfilling each other’s forbidden fantasies, two lumps of formed and shapely flesh giving meaning to their existence.
“I am going to cum…fuck me!!!!”
Words too failed to convey the true meaning of the impressions my mind was projecting within me.
“Cum with me my little anal slut…cum with me!”
I commanded once again.
Using you hair, I pulled you up. Your sweaty back slapped against my chest. My fingers reunited with yours in stimulating your pussy.
I thrust in deep and forcefully, utilizing all my available strength. Your body shook like the leaf in a storm, the lightning roared outside. I released my cum in your tight ass. I could feel myself cumming in you. I could feel the heat emanating deep within your void. I kept spurting my cum in you, feeling your gush on our interlocked fingers that were placed carefully and comfortably deep within your drenched pussy.
Our souls were spent, our minds were frozen like ice, our hearts raced faster than time and our bodies were drained completely. We collapsed to our sides. You were still shaking, trembling, and unable to believe and make sense of what had just happened. You lay huddled up to me. My arms wrapped ever so securely and confidently around you and my cock still throbbing within your tight ass.
Silence exploded within the room. A deafening blanket of stillness spread around our coping bodies.
Mining all the available breath from my lungs….I was able to whisper, “Feel…feel my pulses…and my cum….in your tight ass….my anal slut.”
You hummed gently, smiling and closing your eyes.
Feeling your gentle beats against my swollen cock, my eyes were giving away the surrounding sight. Drifting away into pure post orgasmic bliss, our intertwined bodies turned numb and heavy.
Like a dream, it had a beginning, an elongated moment of implausible truth and a hazy end.
Eyes wide open, I lay in my bed recalling and replaying the dream I had just had. My body failed to obey my mind and get out of the cozy mattress. But I decided to rebel. As I eventually managed to animate my day, I took my first steps. As my feet kissed the cold floor, I turned towards the adjacent window.
“Crap!...it’s been raining.”
After completing morning duties, I walked towards my computer, still thinking,
“Who was she? I can neither remember her name, nor her face.”
As the screen came to life, I saw I had a notification. It was a Grooveshark notification.
The current song on the playlist read The glitch mob: Distance between two points
“Huh! Must have left the player running all night.”
Clicked on the notification and it read: You have a new message from user Lucid7174k. “Hmm..”
Upon clicking the message, it read:
'Hey, I really like your selection of songs. You have a great playlist and it really helped me narrow down my favorites. Thanks to you I found my niche genre and was able to have a great night listening to your tunes. If you have any more songs to recommend, please feel free to send them over to me.' Cheers Lilac Nice to meet you
:-) ” The End
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