I keep having this craving
An aching hunger I cannot seem to slake
It is a physical urge for the intangible
For temptation and filthy imagination
For Fucklust
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I finally realize what it is - it's Him
Something about him makes me feel like I am falling or I'm turning into a puddle of liquid
A torrential downpour of forbidden longings
When I see that primeval sparkle in his piercing gaze, I know I might be burned
But I have to just keep slithering closer to him
For I know that fire resides in his touch and I want him to melt away every obstacle with those soft lips
I want to look into those eyes so I can observe that wild animal that ignites my hedonistic half
I want to recklessly play with matches just so I can see the sparks they provoke
How shall I even begin to describe our last session or the lusty cycle that has become my life?
Where do I begin?
I guess the beginning is as good a place as any......
After he warms my bones with stretching, the session always starts with sensual sybaritic seduction
As Voltaire once said "It is not enough to conquer, one must know how to seduce"
And he is a Master Seducer
For he has the ability to fondle my mind until my legs tremble and I can barely walk
He pins me against the wall whispering to slow my breath
And every inch closer he gets, the electricity between us builds like a raging tempest
He softly strokes my pussy -- now wet
My hands return caresses to his strong chest and pulsing cock -- now hard
The Bond -- intensely amplifying from within
Our concentration slipping
Taking me by a handful of hair he shows me just how wild a Wolf can be
Ready to devour me with a force so primal and a hunger so violent
For when he takes control, I get a glimpse of this insatiable, indomitable predator
With just one look, he can bring me to my knees
And suddenly I am on the floor, panties forgotten
His hard cock buried in my mouth; I love the taste of him
I eagerly lick and suck his tip hoping to satisfy him in any way I can
Knowing he is watching
Shivering with a sort of pride when he tells me what a good girl I am
I can cut the lustful connection between us with a knife and I would gladly bleed
As I feel his intense desire to consume me, to fill me, to mark me his
Isn't it such a beautiful moment when the thirst for one another is mutual?
Absorbing his passion, our beaded sweat builds, coating us in concupiscence
He mercilessly drags me into his shower
Where he starts to kiss me ever so softly with those sweet lips
He aggressively bends me over, displaying my ass in the air for his viewing pleasure
Both of us now soaked with soapy water