The ravings of a lunatic. Fiction. Copyright by H20wader, all right reserved.
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The door closed softly behind me. She was waiting. The gods had promised that she would be mine. I was here to complete the promise by making her totally mine for this night.
The moonlight entered by a large window. She was beautiful. Hair as dark and sleek as an easy flowing river under the night sky. I could smell her heat as I slowly approached her.
I could see her sparkling teeth as she smiled at me. Then the eyes sparkled at me as I kissed her nose and tasted her lips. She whined in anticipation. She was ready and waiting just for me. She was young. This would be a first time for her. I was older and more experienced. I would have to go very slow. I did not want her frightened. I wanted her ready when I entered her.
She was dripping with desire. I smell the drops of her wetness and the urge was immediate. I could take her now but it would be too quick. She had to beg for it so I would know she was truly ready for me.
The floor was covered with a soft covering. Good, there would be no harm if we played roughly. Not to hurt her, to play to make her more alert and to play to become familiar with her body. Play that would lead to the couplings that would sate the need of both of us. We had all night.
I touched her. She jumped startled. It was always this way when it was the first time. We would play first. She would become more accepting and then... Yes then.
She lay on the floor showing her sex. The smell of her was buildingthe desire to take her now. But not yet. Not yet.
I lay with her. Again tasting her lips and we shared the taste of the other's tongue. The pounding in my groin became greater and I broke away from her kisses and gently bumped her with my shoulder. She rolled and bounced to her feet. I could hear the sounds in her throat. She was approaching full readiness. Soon, soon.
She leaned into me and nipped my ears with her teeth. She was playing too. She knew that I was ready for her and in her youth she was impatient.
The eyes that looked back at me were dark, deep pools of lust, need, and desire. I could see my own need reflected back at me. I lay on the floor and waited for her to continue the game.
She was so lovely. Trim, she looked like she ran miles every day. Her body was hard from the exercise. Her legs long, tight, and muscular. I like legs like that. The hair was special. Short and black as the night. She would be hard to see in a very black night. But with those legs, it would be fun to race with her across a meadow when the sun was high above the clouds. Frightening the small animals and leaping through the weeds.
Ah, and maybe to swim with her. She could match me as we flowed through the water.
I wondered if she loved to hunt ducks. Maybe we could...............
