Filed under: Mindfuck
i write this with the bloody, white feather tips of my beautifully winged angel friend Liras. she has told me that i have not plucked her fluff in a while and she so very much enjoys taunting me with her full plumage. i will keep this short because i would not want to pluck her bald, it’s unbecoming of an angel from the heavens…
it’s the unknown and anticipation that drives me. when i can not foresee his actions nor words. he is still a mystery to me and it’s the mystery that keeps me coming back. when fingertips brush against naked exposed flesh in public or when they so elegantly brush against a breast. i take in a breath and i reel. i can feel myself drowsy with lust and the movie is only half way over.
it’s when we kiss and he pulls me into him. i can hear a growl in his throat and i quiver with innocence yet i want immediate corruption from him. his hand traveling down between my legs and making me come with my lips pressed against his.
it’s when he pushes me on my stomach and i so submissively bring my ass up to his cock. when he fucks me slow and i have learned to feel him take me. i can feel him swell inside of me before he leaves his seed deep. we are locked together as i milk him dry and slowly i sway myself against him.
it’s when we both collapse on to the bed catching our breath and his fingers run along my sweaty spine. my head heavy on his chest and relishing the noise of breathing. my body convulsing with orgasmic aftershocks. my mind replaying the events, feelings, sounds over and over and i want more from him.
i want the full experience of “him” without uncovering the nooks and crannies of the mystery that cloaks him.
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