Ginger Man and Dior: From the outside, highly respectable indivduals. But here, in the space they share, their darkest and most intimately debauched feelings surface ... Read on, and be prepared to have your foundations rocked.
Saturday, May 13, 2006
I know that you're... well, hard. Aren't you? See, I knew it. Such a shame I'm not there to hold it... in my hand, feel it... rock hard and insistent. Throbbing in my palm, begging to be allowed... into my mouth... my cunt... my ass... Yes?
My warm and tender mouth.
My hot pulsating cunt.
Looking down at you, as I straddle you... your cock inside me. A fleeting moment in time... not quite before... not quite after... eyes meeting. The knowing glance the passes between us.
Lowering my head so my hair falls all over you, and whispering in your ear. "Wouldn't you love it if I were fucking someone else in front of you?"
Someone else holding my hips. Fucking me from behind, as I look right at you... not to taunt; rather to share the experience with you.
Yes. A shared experience. A shared wife. Knowing how hot it gets you... knowing how aroused you are... how hard.
How you want to brush him aside like a gnat, and take me, rough, fast, hard; to prove I am yours... but you won't. You will wait. Because the idea of me, dripping with the cum of another man is even more appealing.
Just to hold me close and know that I am wet with someone else's cum. To feel my ass, and round and underneath... and there it is. My cunt. Hot, wet, slippery with the seed of another man.
And at first you cannot help but to feel me. Fingering what's yours; my ass... my cunt... my clit. But soon it becomes too much, and you must clean me, so that you can repossess me.
You drop to your knees as I stand there -- apparently impassive. Allowing you access to me; to all my most private parts. But you know, as do I, that this is why I do this. For you. To make you hot. To arouse you.
Because you are who matters. You are the one who's important. My exclusive love. The one. The only.
And you kneel at my feet and spread my legs so that my cunt is above you. And you look up and you see me:
pink, glistening; all yours. You lap at me softly, tugging my clit gently with your teeth as you flick it with your tongue. Kissing my labia. Licking me clean. Polishing me. Making me feel adored, loved, repossessed.
Not like a slut; no. As your love -- your one and only -- your true love. Reclaimed. And then once I am clean you get up from kneeling and sit... pulling me down onto you; sliding yourself into me.
The final act of repossession; of reclamation. And once again I belong to you; totally, utterly; completely.
I love you.
Moving with you. Riding you, my steed; my stallion. Hard. Fast. Furious.
And i see your face slightly redden, and your eyes lose focus for a moment. And then it comes, as you come. Rasping gently into my ear.
"I love you, my Dior. You have ruined me for any other. It's you. Only you."
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