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IN BED
To Him: my thoughts of you as I awoke today...
She heard his footsteps down the hall. She kicked the blanket
and sheet off her body, and rolling over, she stretched out, naked,
on her stomach. His hand on the knob. She lifted her bottom, thrusting
his pillow under her hips, her long hair splaying down over the
pristine sheets. The door swung open on noisy hinges. Her body
undulated to the sound like a dazzling, hypnotic beat. Her ass
beckoned him in: magnetic, sensually disturbing. His mind fought
being manipulated so blatantly, but his cock ached to nest in
her thrusting, plunging ass... ...First, she must be taught she
couldn't toy with him. His leather belt cut through the humid
air like a tornado through a trailer park: the echoing sound,
fury, cataclysmic thunder and lightning--and the inconstancy of
human upheaval. He stood reveling in power over her naked body.
Waiting for her to raise her bottom again... Daring her. Knowing
that she wanted more. More. And the need in her matched his. She
turned her face to him, pleading. Tears streamed down her pretty
face in steaming rivers.
Her lush backside was striped red and raw. But she begged him
to take her higher.
She rose up on all fours, her head submissively down. "Please,
Sir, I've been so bad..." She arched deeply for him. This erotic
dance always drove him insane. Tantalized. She knew he wanted
in. "Please, Sir, I need your help." The effort to speak was worth
the slice of fire he rained down on her bottom and crimson thighs.
She screamed and begged to be finished. Punished. Purged. Pounded
in lust and desire, down into the sheets of their bed.
He ripped off his clothes. She looked back at this man; half
in fear of the rage of lust in his eyes. Half afraid he would
leave her hanging. Her bottom raised again, almost timidly. Submissive
to the Male. "Please, Sir?" He knelt on the bed behind her, and
roughly grabbed her writhing, welcoming hips. His cock made a
yearning journey up and down her wet, Venus flytap canal, then
without any warning, rammed her ass with an urgency that over
took them both. Shrieks of need and release and love and pain
and primal urges drove them together; sealed with crazy glue in
this crazy cosmos...
He rode her into an awesome sunset. ...Twilight came in wild,
fitful spurts--and their sweat and drive became alive again. And
again.
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