Through long dark lashes he looked down at me “Baby just tell me what you want” he whispered, I could hear the longing in his voice. I could feel how badly he wanted me as he pressed himself against me. His cock hard, straining against the fabric of his pants. His soft lips and the tickle of his mustache against the bounding pulses in my throat. He had been my companion for so long, the object of my hidden desires for what had seemed like an eternity. He was with me every night, in my dreams, holding me, caressing me, bringing me to new pleasures I had never known, and here he was in reality offering himself to me.
I argued with myself, I was in a long-term relationship with someone. Although I wasn’t happy in the relationship, the relationship was safe, well behaved, but devoid of passion. I was a prisoner in the safety of that nothingness, unfulfilled. Should I risk it all for just one night? His arguments were very persuasive, the assault from his lips, the flicks of his tongue, the caress of his hands weakening my every resolve. As his regiment advanced up the softness of my thighs and into the dark wetness, which lay beyond, my senses surrendered, captive to his will.
Just like every good commander, the terms of surrender were negotiated, he asked me one last time “ are you sure this is what you want?” I knew I could back out, but the situation had gone too far. I meant to see it through, the surrender was unconditional, I was now his prisoner.
He was gentle and slow, his hands torturing me; every touch leaving behind a trail of burning red-hot flesh which longed for more. With every caress, every kiss, I begged for more. When at last I reached for him, he moaned with wanting. As I stroked him, softly at first, then harder and harder till he quivered beneath my hand, barely able to form the words he asked “are you sure?” To answer his question, I guided him inside of me where I was wet with anticipation.
At first we were clumsy, two sets of hands groping in the darkness trying to find each other’s pleasure spots. The act became more synchronous, the two of us breathing and rocking in unison. He began to speak strange words that I had never heard before, as I translated this strange language of passion, I began to speak back. When we were both spent, we lay in the darkness holding each other and fell into a fitful slumber.
The next morning I awoke first, I slipped out from under the protective cocoon of blanket and flesh and tiptoed my way into the shower. I thought to myself, I could just sneak out and that would be the end of it, we would never speak of last night and life could go on as it had before this whole thing happened. It sounded like a good plan; I hurriedly grabbed a towel and quickly dried myself. When I went into the bedroom to retrieve my clothes, he lay on the bed, propped up on one elbow giving me an appreciative stare. “Hi there pretty lady” he said to me grinning. I could see that I had peeked his interest, judging from the bulge under the covers. I didn’t reply back, embarrassed, I tried to secure the towel tighter around me.
