Something I wrote for someone here, as a dirty pen-pal… I didn’t get a reply, but thought it was good enough to share.
Thunder rumbled ominously in the background as lightning jagged its way up to the stars.
The clouds rolled slowly from the north, pendulous bellies dragging their way across a hostile landscape. My eyes dragged over the plain ceiling; heavy weights hauled on failing legs. My mind wandered… I remembered another storn, the time electricity danced on my skin, each hair erect straining for the night skies. As lightning trembled at the corners of my eyes, I remembered…
The wind tore into the trees, a surreptitious howl of primeval fury. I walked stiffly against the breeze, buffetted, beaten, blown from my course. Overhead the clouds raced, bearing their flickering children to the horizon. The moon roused then plummeted home, defeated. Your message had been typically cryptic: “tonight, 18th tee. 8:00pm”
The wind swept my face, its rough hands stroking against my stubble as I crested the fairway. I had determined that you meant the golf course near my old house; I had guessed you meant the hillock rearing its coarse head against the wind. 8:00pm had been easy though. You always liked to toy with me like that, remind me that you could be simple, a counterpart to your wicked wit and wanton ways.
My scarf fluttered behind me as my eyes adjusted. There was no sign of you; no trace, no hint. I turned slowly, eyes touching the shadows… but nothing. Then something – there, a pool of something – no, a lack of something. An immovable shadow painted on the landscape, a few meters further into the vast expanse stretching away. I walked slowly forward, eyes probing, searching, as your form slowly etched its way past my eyes and into my very soul.
You waited, patiently, silently on all fours, your hands folded on the ground in front. Clad in only moonlight, your eyes followed me – the only moving thing in the tableau you formed. Your eyes were deep pools of darkness against the backdrop of soft white…. your naked, milky skin unfolded before me; my eyes slid over your neck, whispered across your naked shoulders… traced a path along your taut flanks; roughed your firm nipples and whipped gently over your naked thighs. As I walked around, your heart-shaped buttocks swelled and fell; I throbbed in turn. My measured steps gave lie to my pulsing heart and straining cock; your hallowed skin laughed at my racing thoughts.
My eyes drank you in as I died from thirst, you slaked my desire but stoked my need. Your eyes followed me, mockingly, as I began my second circuit. Your silence drove me crazy, yet I swore not to break it. You gaze chuckled into my mind; your message was here. Somewhere. You stretched one coltish leg out behind your, unafraid of your nudity. My eyes raced back to yours for meaning, and found only amusement. My mouth was dry; where, where, where was the clue; hell, where was the riddle? My eyes scorched over you; my thoughts hammered; my mind screamed as I hurled it from desire and into detection… and then I saw.
As the lightning tore open the sky and the wind pummeled my face, I saw. You smiled. Slowly. And you shifted your weight again; unable to stop the fleeting moment of satisfaction – physical and mental – that came with the move. I walked again, eyes caressing your naked skin, a smile teasing at my lips. Behind you, I admired once more your delicious arse; as I looked upon the key, you slightly wiggled your hips, underscoring the delicious victory you served. In the moonlight, shadows ran like blood; deeper shadows flowed and turned, as on your lower back I found your clue, your key, your purpose.
Along the ridges of your fine hips, dark writing stood against your alabaster – a pair of vowels, one on each side: ANAL. You bucked slightly, flexing your spine towards the ground, and your delightful cheeks parted. As the adrenaline hit my bloodstream, I almost missed the pairing, once again two to each side: the letters marked on each buttock – WH. RE. And there, in the middle, your coup de tete against any rational thought… an O, not of your own self, but of a butt-plug, straining against your delicious sphinter…
Here. You had called me here to witness your ultimate tease, your perfect riddle, your sensual offer… yourself.
You turned and swayed toward me on all fours; your eyes glowing with your success, your smile flush with your victory. As you came forward I dropped to my knees; overcome by the sultry catlike seduction of your movements. I bit my lip as you paused before me and slowly, allowing yourself to enjoy the stretch, eased back onto your haunches. I knew what you wanted – silence. Silence and satisfaction. I stood and eased down my jeans, my cock leaping out like a ridiculous soldier, striving to attention whilst guarding nothing. You eased forward and slid my length into your mouth. You toyed gently with the head, teeth scraping slightly, deliciously on my engorged skin. You slid your mouth over me… and paused. Your catlike eyes sought me out again, then you thrust, driving your head onto the full length of my shaft, tongue flailing. Your eyes bulged as you pushed, gagging slightly, fucking me with your face again and again.
My mouth opened as I silently gasped a mouthful of needles; lost riding your throat like a freight train, barrelling without brakes down a steep mountainside. You pressed again, again; my hands found the back of your head and entwined in your hair; I dropped back on my haunches and flailed at you with my cock, rejoicing in the noises you made and in the saliva dripping down. You dropped right down, mouth wide and tongue stroking, before you came up for air. I grabbed your chin, intent on kissing you, on forcing my mouth on you, but you pulled away, eyes downcast. I paused.
For you, the story wasn’t quite right.
It was part of your game, of your riddle – you knew what had to happen; I had to intuit. As you sat back on your heels, your face twitched and I knew what I had to do. I pushed you back onto all fours; you splayed your hands out and stretched forward, hips up. A smile crowning on my face, I eased at the plug, rejoicing in the slight sigh you let slip. I teased you with it; pulling back, stretching your sphinter; sliding ever so slowly forward, letting you reclaim. Slowly I drew the plug from your opening, exulting in the way your skin reacted. Goosebumps erupted on your marbled buttocks and involuntary juice slipped from your hairless crutch; I watched, hard, throbbing, and then changed the story forever.
Gently laying the plug down, I pulled your moist dark hole to me, diddling your rosebud like a clit. I circled, swirled, then swept my way inside, probing your musky depths. As you gasped and pulled away, I grabbed your hips and pinned you to my face; fucking your arse with my tongue and celebrating in your moans. As you grew more frantic, I pulled you toward me, tearing my face to the sky. I slapped my hard cock against your tight hole and shoved forward; your hips bucked against me, then pressed back to take me deep. I wrestled your sphinter; you slammed me deep and I felt your arse respond to my thrusts. Greedily you ground against me, forcing my length in; I pivoted and drove, my strokes fucking your bucking hips to the ground, and pinned you there with my cock.
I pumped in you, punishing your arse, pounding you against the green turf; your fingers gouged the ground, tearing soil with your need, moans torn from your throat and echoing out. I hammered into you, feeling myself swell; your bucking was frantic as you came, again and again, your untouched cunt pulsing against the soil; You pressed against me, drowning my cock inside you as I spurted, milking me with your sphinter, trapping your reward deep in your pulsating bowel. I threw my head back, heart hammering and my pulse matched the thunder that rolled from the sky; your arse clutched me close and the lighting flickered; the world dissolved into your tight arse, pulsing moans, my throbbing cock and the storm…
My eyes burst open as the thunder continued; my heartbeat bounding, pounding in time with the dull beat. Stucatto, wrong, the lighting flickers out of sync. My gaze burned across the white steel roof as I rolled, my hand meeting… carpet. No loam. No soil. No soft skin pulled tight with pleasure. The thunder rattled outside, devolving into the barking of small-arms fire somewhere in the filthy city. An AK chattered, followed by the hollow booming of one of our weapons returning fire. Fuck; fucked again; in this hellhole not even memory was safe from violation; my thoughts raced in support of them until a dull crump ended the fight, some three miles – and yet somehow a world – away.
Under the lightning of weapons flashes far away, the booming echo of the explosion mimicked my racing heart. A dream. A vision. A lost hope. I realised I still had another six weeks on my tour, before I could come home, home to a land of ready access McDonalds, long showers, seagulls crying over a beach and you. I threw myself back down into my twisted sheets, semen drying on my belly.
Another place. Another time.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/d9zbf3/to_sleep_perchance_to_dream_aye_theres_the_rub