In a perfect world, we made it to the bedroom. Kissing and groping our way down the hallway, till I was on my back with you quickly climbing on top of me, stripping my top and bra off with ease and tossing them to the side. You’d look down at me hungrily as you pause for one tiny excruciating second to take a look at me before you buried your face in my neck and your cock into my tight wet and waiting cunt, hitting deep as it can go causing me to clench and throb at the sudden adjustment of girth inside me. I’d moan and beg for you to fuck me, screaming a crescendo before the spasms of my orgasm cut off my voice. My thighs would buck as I cum hard on your cock, my pussy pulsing against you almost sucking, nay, inviting your responding orgasm to come inside where it’s so tight and warm and dripping wet and without hesitation you fill me to the brim with your seed moaning and cumming just for me. so deep inside me.
Cuddles, coffee and a cigarette later we take another hit and decide to add some cereal to the mix just to get caffeinated enough to have energy to do it again.
Then we’d collapse together and fall asleep in the stillness in the calm as we ride the high tides together drifting into nirvana.
We’d begin to awaken, only when we feel fully rested, you’d enjoy the sunlight on the metallic strands of my hair and the glow of my skin in the early morning light. Or I’d awaken and carve your face into the the darkest corners of my minds so that even if I go blind I’ll never forget that face for my eyes and my hands speak the same language. You’d brush a strand of hair back while caressing my cheek marveling at the marble, how lifelike my human geode armor is. I’d touch your scales and marvel at how they glisten. The Eros to my Aphrodite, marble stone against Piscean fish scales twirled together….
Back to earth. You and me coffee cereal cuddles and video games and cigarettes. Things. Just being with each other.
There’s something about you that fulfills me on a spiritual level and I can’t explain it. It’s so much deeper than the word love could ever allude to within the bounds of the English language.
They may say I’m a crazy dreamer but I’m not the only one. I finally know what Mr.Lennon meant.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/cc0709/to_love_like_a_pisces