Awakening to sweet scent of sex on my soiled sheets, your essence still lingers yet any evidence of your presence is non-existent.
As I regain consciousness mounds of memories flood my mind. Erotic images of you entering my room and forcefully then, passionately showering my mind and body with endless pleasure.
Only this is not the first time youβve rolled in with the darkness and disappeared with the dawn. Leaving me questioning and clueless as to why you secretly seduce me?
I lie motionless piecing together the enigma of you, recalling your firm hand concealing my startled screams. The other gently exposing my quivering flesh for your demise.
Your steadfast rhythm in each movement, immediately transformed my screams into satisfying moans. Appearing some what pre-meditated. As through each touch a fantasy fore filled, a dream now lived.
Desperately I search each moment to recall his face. Feeling blanketed in fear and completely aroused by the mystery of him, and his obsession with fucking me.
His hypnotic subtleness as he tasted and teased one chill covered breast, then gracefully maneuvered to the other.
Fully aware of my every hidden coven that I as a woman inhabit. His tranquilizing touches trickling down my stomach and hips to my inner thighs, forcing them open.