Mystic~*~
The warm night air kissed my skin as I made my way towards his house. The half-moon's light kept becoming covered by the thick clouds, a promise of rain and I could feel it in the air. It was odd to be out at this time, when I had locked my car it had been 2:15 am. I shivered as the dew from the grass brushed across my ankles. As I glanced up I could finally see the outline of the house, of his house. I felt myself becoming even more wet as I thought about what was to come. I silently made my to the corner and then ran my hands down the side of the house, I felt the first window, touched the second, and finally my fingers came to the third. The one that was slightly off, one that could be unlocked from the outside. I pulled out my wire then slid it in catching the lock and pulling it. How many times had I told him to fix this I had forgotten but now...now I was pleased he hadn't. I lifted it up quietly and then reached down to tighten the knee length overcoat I had on. Then I stepped on the overturned bucket to get myself level with the window sill and slipped in. I stood for a moment with my heart pounding, the air from the impending storm followed me into the house making this seem even more of a dream with the way it clung to me with its heaviness. Almost as though I was the storm. I calmed myself then began to move through the house operating from memory more than anything and praying I didn't stumble in the dark and ruin everything. I paused in front of a floor length mirror and studied myself. My skin was porcelain white from moon light and my long brown hair was almost black from the shades of the night.
His room was two doors away. I struggled to control my breathing as my shaking fingers reached to pull the strings holding the overcoat in place and shivered as it slid from my shoulders and pooled to the floor. The sheer ivory night gown I had on really puller off what I had been going for. Its white translucence almost glowed in the dim light giving me what I felt was almost a dream like quality. I ran my fingers through my hair to check it and felt a warm drop of my wetness glide down my thigh. I knew it was time. Just the thought of what I was about to do made me tremble with excitement.
I pushed through the bedroom door. The moon light came through his windows and lit his room fairly well but I tip toed over and opened the curtains just a bit more. I heard him shift in his bed as the curtains moved. I turned to study him. He had rolled from his side to his back, the light bouncing off his tan chest and sheets. His dark hair was all ruffled from sleep and I felt my nipples become hard as I thought about his warm mouth covering them and pleasuring me. I nibbled on my lip as I looked at the sheet that had slid to just barely cover his legs and hip bone. I slowly walked over to the bed and eased onto the foot of it careful to avoid his legs. Soon I was lying next to him. I started tracing patterns ever so lightly on his stomach watching as the Goosebumps spread and listening to him become restless in his sleep. I hoped I was making him dream of me. I watched as even in his sleep his cock began to harden. I leaned in and kissed his neck. Then I began to kiss gently all over his chest and stomach. Making my way down until I was between his legs. I heard him groan and knew he was almost awake so I tugged the sheet down and sucked his semisoft dick into my warm mouth.
I had bobbed my head up and down a few times making him slick with my saliva before he really came to. I looked up and met his dark eyes and watched the surprise and disbelief play in them. I held a finger up to my wet lips and shushed him before he could speak. I felt as though it would ruin everything dreamlike about this to utter even a single word. He shifted up to his elbows so he could watch as I lower my lips back to his cock. I began to suck the head swirling my tongue around it before placing it on the underside and rubbing it as I sucked. I took it in and out, each time sucking a little more into my mouth and throat. I heard him groaning from the pleasure I was causing him and it aroused me even more and I felt the wetness begin to really slide down my thighs. The fact that I had shaved and came without any underwear only made it me even slicker and wet. I felt him starting to rise to meet me every time I went down and then I moaned, even though my mouth was full of his huge dick, as he tangled his fingers in my hair. I was so worked up I began taking almost every inch of him into my mouth and down my throat and his sounds of pleasure only increased as I cupped his balls and massaged them and the sensitive spot just behind them.
Dreamer~
I woke to a mystic type touch running down my body, with a tickle of tantalization on my chest. That to me is the only way to describe a woman's touch. The ever so slight and gentle pass of a finger over my skin. Skin on skin there is no feeling like it. Yet that feeling becomes more than one of just physical touch when it is with one of those mystic women. One who has more than just your body but your mind too. She controls your body AND mind, delves so deep within you that every kiss, every merciful touch becomes a whole body experience. And that night I knew such a woman. It was not just enough for her to cause me to lose sleep yearning for her body for her touch, begging within my soul for even just her foreplay. Of course a woman with control over a man like she had most know she was the sensuous siren that I had been dreaming of every night, waking with my hard cock in my hand rubbing and touching for who knows how long before I finally came to reality, realizing that it was only my hand and not her sensuous lips on my dick. I took these nights as a torturous yet luxurious delight except for when I went too far and came all over my self, it was not the mess that I hated, but the lack of her hot tongue to lick it all up and share a taste on her plump lips.
So that night when i woke up with that warm wet sensation around my nether regions and the pulsing of my blood I was unsure what it was. Was it true? Was I really lucky enough to having a waking dream of her? I didn't know but I would not test it for fear of losing such a sensation. But what was I feeling? Pussy? O god I didn't know it was just so good. As I reach down I...I... no its hair... o god yes hair that I feel. Those lips yes those FUCKING lips those face fucking lips on my cock, now I know that wetness is surely her saliva running down to my nuts. I can feel it as her lips tighten as she pushes me further and further down and.... o ... o yes there, there it is its rough. Yes, rough right around the head almost uncomfortable at first but then drives me wild knowing it's her tonsils. Yes, only a special woman could suck cock like that I think as I feel her warm wet saliva drip down to my balls.
It is so good, I'm dying to see it all the way she takes me. Through the fatigue and haze or sleep still in my eyes I still wonder if it's a dream or a ghostly apparition that I see in white. I have heard of such things but never believed but how could this be to be all alone to here with this, this deity.
Then in the shade of the night illuminated by the moons rays, I see two bright blue flashes. As though her body was not a strong enough spell to cast upon the soul of a man. I was never given the opportunity to resist such passion; she casts a mightier spell than before. Her eyes, yes her eyes. Two big blue captivating eyes so reminiscent of paradise in their appearance, begin drawing me in as though she did not already have a firm enough grip of me, with already having my helpless cock in her hand. Any ignorant man could fall for her appearance of begging in her eyes but I knew better as I watched her lips float over the head of my cock with just the ever so thin silver thread of cum stretching, stuck to her lips as she pulled away. i knew she might look like she was begging, made me even believe she was, but that's her power to make you believe it. i was like clay in her hand. Nothing but a hard dick to please her ever lustful desire
Just as sure as i knew her dripping wet vagina would conform to every bend and contour of my rock, i knew that i would conform to her every desire. I surrender as her man whore, as her sex slave. Yes surely she knows what those eyes could do to a man; i need not tell her any of it.
The true mark of seductive lover is not one that gets you in bed but how they take that fire they started and turn it into a blaze before they blast your jets to say. And this, she had no end of. As a man i can admit, I'm obsessed with my own cock, I can't help it. It is mine and i can't help but to touch it and constantly think about having some pretty face somewhere suck it or get covered in my cum, so of course i would think I knew what felt best but it can rock your world when a woman finds something you didn't even know you liked. And as I felt her lips run down my shaft with that smooth inner lining of her "fucking" mouth, I was pleased to feel that sensation of my nuts in her mouth. But it is what came next that shocked me. I don't know if it was the passion that made me blind or if I was just overwhelmed in my senses but when her hand slid past my balls between my legs to my utter amazement i found a whole new world of pleasure. I was a bit embarrassed as I uttered an unmanly moan and opened my legs wider my body on its own craving that new unknown feeling of her fingers tickling a never before touch place, gliding along entering uninvited to forbidden territory all the while going deeper and deeper into her throat with my cock. Surely she would tire but she seemed undaunted as i was startled to feel her move to explore my most taboo of places.
