The scent of lust hung within the room, its gentle allure so tempting, so fresh that one would believe it was a common aspect of this place. The two men within the room glanced at one another, lust glazing over their irises. On the far side, I stood in a beautiful pair of satin undergarments that left little to the imagination, tight and revealing all that there was to see. Of course, I did not wish to disappoint and so I decided to wear a pair of long black stockings that were soft to the touch, completing the ensemble with a small bra that was tight upon my chest. I watched. I lusted. I fantasized. This man before me was the man whom I had dreamt of. The man whom I continued to seek in all sexual fantasies, bringing me to a thousand furious orgasms as I cried his name, wishing that he were there to taste the sweet essence of my efforts, to taste the sweetness of his lips, of his nipples, of his hard cock which pulsated with passion. He was but a shadow in the darkness but I could see his arousal, I could see how he stood proud in his nakedness with his cock extended, alluring me and pointing towards me as though to call to me. I needed no call. I would come with will, with passion and pleasure in the mind. There was nothing to stop me. There was nothing.
You were stood opposite me, watching me. You watched me as I moved towards you, gracefully and casually, the sway of hips both alluring and feminine. I was the true image of a woman, beautiful underwear and a beautiful figure to match. I was aroused. You could see that. Beneath the underwear, a long and hard penis awaited its first touch from a man. As I walked, I thought of all the sexual fantasies that came to mind and it grew ever harder. Underneath, my testicles were growing large, holding the essence of lust and love that I craved to taste so often. As I stepped into your path, I smiled a devilish grin that was matched only with the beautiful gleam within my eyes, the blue irises twinkling with insatiable lust as I moved towards you and placed my hands upon your spine, touching you for the first time. I moved with grace. My lips found yours in an instant, a moment of tenderness and gentle kissing ensued before it was replaced with undeniable lust as I timidly sought to delve my tongue into your orifice, restraining a smile as your mouth opened to allow me passage and our tongues met in a furious dance.
The kiss continued. It was beautiful. It was lustful. It lasted mere seconds. I was gasping. I was in heaven.
"Oh god, Damien." The words escaped the soft lips which were now moist, accompanied with a soft moan of pleasure as I moved my kisses from your lips to your jaw line, kissing each spot. I kissed under the jaw, kissing the cheeks, moving to your earlobes and whispering soft words of perversion.
"I want you Damien; I want you to dominate me." I whisper lovingly as my teeth latch upon your earlobe and I nibble as though it is a treat, a pleasure in itself but it stops as I move lower, kissing your neck. I kiss your neck, I remain there. My tongue licks the lines and crooks upon it. My teeth graze across the flesh as though I am about to sink into the flesh. I almost wish I could. The taste of a man's flesh beneath me is arousing me. You feel me pressing against you. I am hardened. I am aroused. I cannot stop. My kisses move across to your shoulders, I run my tongue along your arm, licking your armpits and inhaling the scent of lust that is so prominent. Again, I move upwards to graze the nipples with my tongue but I do not remain. I want you to tell me what to do. I move to your lips and we met with passion, our tongues entwined with one another but again, it lasted mere seconds before I am moaning and writhing for more.
"Tell me what you want me to do, Master." I call lovingly. You look to me with a grin upon your face. You take hold of me. Your hands strong upon my shoulders as you look deep into my eyes and your commands escape those tender lips which I kiss lovingly and lustfully.
"Bite my nipples. Lick them. Tease them. Touch them." You command me. I serve. I nod in agreement but I manage a third kiss before I move towards the nipples which are mine to please. I am timid at first. My fingers graze across them, touching them with a gentle touch before I become more adventurous. I place a nipple between two fingers and tug, pulling upon the nipples and rubbing them between the fingers with passion. You moan in pleasure.
"That's it, James. More." You command. You demand more. I moan at how you say my name. I move to the other nipple and grant it similar affection before I timidly place the nipple between my lips and begin to suck upon them, my tongue lashing across it with pleasure and delight, tasting it and teasing it. I move from one nipple to the other, becoming more and more passionate. I cannot stop. I will not stop. I kiss the nipples. I breathe upon the nipples. I suck the nipples. You moan. You shiver at the touch, at the warmth of my touch.
As I grow more and more aroused, you grab my hair and push me into your nipples, demanding more passion and I give it all. I moan. I call your name. You love it. You love possessing me. After minutes of teasing and temptation, you command me to stop. You push me downwards, a cock now before me and you command to suck upon it.
"You have to lick it and make it moist. I want to fuck you." The words are activation to inner lust. I do not wait. I lick and lash my tongue across the tip of your penis as I grant it all the affection that I can, how I love the taste. My hands play with your balls. My fingers stroke across your shaft. My tongue tastes your pre-cum.
"That's it. Take it, James." You moan in between breaths and I place the head upon my tongue and close my lips around the shaft, much to your delight. I lick and suck with insatiable desire. You are loving this. I am moaning. You are moaning. We are lost in the moment as I move my head downwards onto your shaft and I feel the tip press against the back of my throat. I gag. I cough. I love it!
