Intensity: A Cautionary Tale [MF]

I can still recall how she looked lying naked on the bed of the sleazy motel room as I stepped out of the bathroom. It was a breathtaking scene and if my cock wasn’t already jutting from my body, hard and eager and anxious for a woman’s touch again, it would have taken that shape in a lightning fast way.
She was facing away from me, waiting. The light and shadows showing off the contours of her shoulders, arms and backside played at an illicit dance of contradictions. Light and dark painting her in an exotic way. She was beautiful, voluptuous and part of her was too self-conscious to know it. If Rubens was standing there, he would have been fetching his easel to paint her form., helpless to do anything else (except to masturbate to her image, gods know part of me wanted to). The contrast of the light and shadows dancing on her back as deep as the contrasts of who she was when I met her and who she seemed to be now.

~~~

The first time we met, we made no positive impression on the other. For Jessica, I was an enemy, the company I worked for just acquire hers. All she gave me was a cold stare from her icy blue eyes that screamed, “You do not belong here! Now go away!” For me, the only thing two things I recall of her were those blue eyes and her style of dress, the way she hid her body beneath dozens of layers of clothes. It screamed, “I am not anyone’s eye candy, especially you! Like I said before, go away!”. So, I didn’t let my eyes feast. She had a few coworkers that definitely dressed in a way that asked to be scoped out. A path of least resistance. So she became almost forgotten, just a face I would have to remember at times when I would want to ask her how she was being managed, if she had any ideas for bettering the company, etc.

Months actually would go by before I would talk with her again. Everyone in my department had a number of chat rooms setup to interact in. My team was spread out between 5 cities now and it was the best way for the techs to interact, to share ideas, and to let off steam. It also allowed me an opportunity to see if there were hints to any charges of abuse between co-workers going on.
Jessica took on the handle of Kitty. I remember the day well, she was being an online bitch to anyone that she could, a pretty parallel reflection to how she addressed me the first time, actually. I started chatting with her, wanting to know if whatever was wrong was work related. Wanting to know if there was a personnel issue that needed to be addressed, but also just wanting to possibly help, make a connection, become ‘less of an enemy’ so to speak. I had won over a lot of her co-workers, but I really hadn’t had a chance to talk with her directly yet, and definitely hadn’t won her over yet.
I eventually pried it out of her that her boyfriend was an asshole. She was upset and heart broken and was just having a shit of a day because of it. I was surprised how quickly she let it out. Just as quickly, I told her to take the rest of the day off and let her supervisor know she was going to be leaving.
The next time we spoke, she acted like we had been friends forever. That was the very last time she was ever bitchy toward me…Well, almost the last time…
~~~

*I took a step closer to the bed. My wanting of her was an understatement. My desire was coiled up tightly. She was so close. I could hear the howling of the snowstorm outside. It was a silent thing compared to the howling of lust within me and the thumping I felt in my cock…*
~~~
We chatted in the chatrooms daily after that. She was wickedly smart and clever. Our chats became playful banter. We took our playful banter to a private chatroom. Playful banter became laced with innuendos. Innuendos evolved into double entendres. Soon, she had me perpetually aroused. It was a faint and fleeting arousal, but it was always there, just teasing me of possibilities…
~~~

*Another step, and I could hear her quiet breathing over the wailing wind from outside. I could see the shape of her breast, such a large and full thing. My fingers ached to touch all of her. She seemed soft and yet hard. She was so wonderfully curvy, but you could also see the tautness of her muscles. Again, another wonderful contradiction. She almost seemed shy. I was very surprised she was looking away. It didn’t seem to fit, especially…*
~~~
We were chatting away, she was bolder than normal with her wordplay. I was more aroused than normal. It seemed like we were both feeling each other out if there was more to this banter than just a fun distraction during work hours. And out of nowhere, she strikes:
“You know, I am WAY too kinky for the likes of someone like you…”
The words took me by surprise. They also seemed strange.
Too Kinky? I found it very hard to believe. For one, she was at least 5 years younger than me and I suspected younger than that. Old enough to have been around the ‘happy dance’ block a few times, but to bathe in kink as well? Further, my last lover was so hyper-sexual, I wasn’t sure if anything would phase me anymore in shock and surprised.
It was the latter thought that made her kinky comment turn into a challenge in my head.

I finally responded, “I suppose we may never truly find out, with an attitude like that.” It was playful, the banter remained heavier than usual. Never got explicit, but it was easy to fill in the blanks. We both liked each other, we both at least mentally stimulated each other, and we both were recovering from heavy heartaches. Personally, my body was slowly starting to rebel, it had been too long since being with a woman. It craved. Her? Only because she was the only girl I flirted with. And I only flirted with her because she was a safe distance away from me.
~~~

*I start to climb into bed and I can already smell her sex fill the room. I was intoxicated by it. Our day together went by in an aroused blur, and now everything was so painfully slow. After what happened when we were parking earlier, I would have sworn Kitty would have pounced me as soon as I opened the bathroom door. Instead, she was a statue. Waiting. I was wondering if she was having second thoughts. It would become an agonizing night together if she was having second thoughts…*
~~~
It was late on a Friday, I was watching the snowfall through my sliding glass window, pouring myself another glass of Merlot. It had been that sort of week. There were not enough glasses of good Merlot to drown it out. My phone rang and it was her, Jessica/Kitty. As far as I knew, she didn’t have my number. She practically begged me to call her Kitty the first time I addressed her by name. Kitty seemed more appropriate coming for me, she claimed with a mirthful giggle and something left unsaid.
We talked forever. It felt normal, and natural, and comfortable. I had a good buzz going and she sounded a bit buzzed herself. Her speech took on that slightly tipsy tone.
“What are you drinking with me?” I asked, somewhat curious what she liked to indulge in.
The pause that followed, turned awkward.
Finally, she broke the silence, “I am not drinking any alcohol, why?”

“Sorry, you just sounded like you were getting a little tipsy…”
“No, this is just what I sound like when I am masturbating to the sound of your voice.”
I nearly choked on my wine. I was half tempted to ask if she was joking. I knew down to the core she was doing exactly that. My cock stirred quickly to attention at the thought of her. I realized I couldn’t picture her at all, I could just see those icy blue eyes staring at me in a shadowed place, knowing her hand was between her legs but not being able to get a good look.
We were talking about everything and nothing, but there had been virtually no innuendo at all.
“Are you so quiet now because I scared you away or are you working at joining me. I really hope it is the latter. I would rather talk about things a little less mundane now…”
And with that, we whacked off together, for what seemed like forever.
In the aftermath of all of that bliss, to have sexually connected with someone after so long, our banter went back to the more mundane playful things.
“What do you have planned tomorrow?” I asked as the conversation felt it was nearing its end.
“Hopefully seeing you after what you did do me tonight…” was her simple reply.
And that was that. My cock was iron-beam hard once more, we made plans to meet, and all the while I was laughing at what she thought was kinky. I was an idiot, I just didn’t know it yet.
~~~
*I reached for her, placing my hand carefully on her shoulder. I felt her gasp more than I heard it. The storm outside surging, drowning out most sounds, or perhaps the lust pounding in my heads; both brain and cock. She was still looking away from me. I wanted to completely devour her. She was ripe with sexual energy. Her scent pounded my senses, how could she completely filled the room with the smell of her sex so quickly? The softness of her shoulder exquisite, but just made my fingers ache to take one of her full breasts into my hand. I pull her long blonde hair away from her neck and I could see her pulse dancing. I leaned in to kiss her there. My lips meet her neck and her body quivers as I begin to pull into her…*
~~~
We meet in a town halfway between where we both live. It took us both about 45 minutes to get there. It would have taken 3 times as long if the weather was really bad. We both would have still made the trip.
She was all smiles when she got out of her little car. A 180 degree different expression from the last time I was face to face with her. Which happened to be the first time. We spent a long time just walking around, going into shops, making fun of stuff in our playful bantering way. You would have almost believed the sexual over-the-phone frolicking we engaged in the night before never even happened. This was becoming a mundane date. We both seemed to enjoy the company nonetheless.
It was at dinner where I really couldn’t stop staring at her. She was very pretty, when her facial expression wasn’t telling you to go pound sand. I would learn later that I made her cum just staring at her in that restaurant. She ‘felt’ me fuck her with my eyes. My stare was so piercing and intense. She also told me later, that if I didn’t make a move after dinner, she would have pounced me, she would not have been able not to, regardless of the consequences.
We got into my jeep after dinner. The weather was getting bad. I looked at her, and kissed her. I had too. I couldn’t take it anymore. It was a hard kiss that screamed, “Need, and Want, and Desire”. She kissed me back, harder. Our hands were all over each other, frustrated for all of the winter garb in the way. She noticed a mother and father staring at us through one of the windows that hadn’t quite steamed up yet.
“I think you should drive us to the lake,” she muttered.
I drove us there a bit too quickly, especially as slippery as it was getting.
We parked. Winter coats were shed, heavy, needy kissing continued. Hands explored…
My hand cupped her jeans between her legs, and she was soaked. Whatever control I had left, was gone in an explosion of carnal lust. My fingers didn’t even bother to undo her jeans, they just snaked between the waist of them and her bare skin and found her pussy, waiting with an ocean of wetness to drown in.
Her gasp was cocaine to my brain when my fingers touched her. She came with only a circle-and-a-half lap around her clit. She took her hand from my hard crotch and attacked her own breasts. Our tongues fenced in the room our joined mouths created. She moaned while her body convulsed and her hands molested her own tits, and while her cunt tried to drown my fingers in her orgasmic bliss.
Snow mobiles were humming around like angry bees outside, my cock was angrier.
“I….think it is not safe for me to drive home in this…” she whispered as she broke off her kiss and pulled my hand from her cunt. The weather was wicked bad. We would have come to that conclusion if it was a cloudless summer eve. The look those icy blue eyes broke something inside of me. They were submissive and dripping with sex and sin. and I could almost hear them say, “…if I don’t fuck you soon, I will die.”
I drove away from the frozen lake like a bat out of hell. My hand was slick of her and all I could smell was the slick of her on it. It made my mouth water. It made me want to toss her on the bed of whatever room we were to find, rip off her jeans and feast on her cunt until she screamed. If my mind wasn’t so lost in sex, I would have realized the kink that was shining in her eyes. I was blinded by the dripping, sinful sex lurking there however.
It took five different stops to hotels before we found this sleazy looking motel. Damn snowmobile convention anyway!

We got into the room, she let one of her hands lightly stray across the tenting in my pants, smiling not so shyly, as a reminder as to why we were here. She then sheds her coat and called her roommate to let her know she was ok and not coming home, and then called her mom to tell her the same thing, and that I was a complete gentleman and got her a room because of the weather…
It made me feel naughty and excited. Perhaps that was her intent. I went to the bathroom to try to gain a bit of my sanity back, however my sanity took a back seat to the desires of my body. Still, I splashed my face for no real reason, did some acrobatics to take a much needed piss (there is probably nothing more comical in life than a man trying to piss while dealing with a raging hard-on). I decided to shed my clothes instead of letting Kitty participate in the feat. I didn’t even fear misreading what our intentions for the room were going to be. I was stunned at how she looked lying naked on the bed of the sleazy motel room…
~~~
…we were like spoons as I pull her body against mine. My engorged cock finding a way too comfortable resting place in between the cheeks of her ass, the whole of her back melting into my chest, my hand sliding from her shoulder to her full breast. As the palm of my hand slid over her nipple, she ground her ass into me, making damn sure my cock was safely nestled into the crack of her ass. Her body was tight contrasting to how relaxed I suddenly was. She felt perfect against me, with me.
I continued to neck her slowly, trying to get her to relax too. She almost felt ready to bolt out the door. I never held a naked woman that was so tense. Was she having second thoughts? I wish she didn’t get naked then if she was. I would have prefered embarrassing myself in my nakedness than pushing her into something she suddenly possibly didn’t want to do.
I squeezed her breast lightly, gods it felt wonderful. It was a huge mass of soft sexuality. I have never been with a woman with breasts as large as Kitty’s. Fondling her seemed to be fulfilling forgotten dreams of a younger self. I squeezed a bit harder, my lust trumping my sudden concern for her seemingly nervous state. She became perfectly still, paralyzed. The only movement I felt was her nipple twisting into hardness against my hand. A good sign? Or just a sign of her body betraying her, telling me what I want, even though it is not what she now wants.
I couldn’t stop touching her and my sexual desire stayed my mouth from asking her if she was ok. The horny half of me convincing myself that until she says “no” or “stop” it was my duty to push forward.
I let my hand leave her breast, and she exhaled…
I slid down her tummy, soft and wonderful. She coiled tighter. The nice guy in my head thinking this whole thing was a big mistake. The horny guy in me was telling the nice guy to shut the fuck up! It had been too long…
My fingers found the wetness of her sex, it was a floodplain of desire. A part of my mind still couldn’t fathom just how wet Kitty could get. It turned me on in unspeakable ways. It was me that grinded into her ass, feeling myself bless her flesh with some of my precum, fingers pressing a bit firmer, hunting for…
“FUCK! I need your fingers inside of me now, all of them! I need your whole hand, your fist, fucking me. I need your cock inside my ass. I need you to use me, I need you fucking me everywhere! I need you biting me and tasting my blood! I want you to own me! I NEED…”
Now I became paralysed. I am not even sure what else she said, her demands hit me like a titanium wall. I was startled and shocked. Strangely saddened that this is what the young woman seemed to crave. I wasn’t quite turned on by what she said, but I was turned on by how she said it, and that whatever desires I did have at the moment that I craved to fulfill, she wasn’t probably going to say no to. That thought turned me on even more, just as part of my heart ached for her.
My fingers didn’t even mean to brush her swollen clit at that moment, but they did. And she screamed. And she came in an explosion of her juices, making her previous wetness seem like a vast desert in retrospect.
She grunted out between two screams, “please!…fingers!…”
I slipped two impossibly easy into what felt like the tightest pussy on the planet. This scream made the last seem like a whisper. Her body rocked in an orgasm I almost envied, but I felt the whole thing vibrate through me, making me almost experiencing it first hand. It vibrated through my fingers that were locked within her body. It rocked against my frontside as we still spooned. It nearly shames me to admit if it was physically possible to shove my cock up her ass at that moment, I would have done so without hesitation. I wanted to be connect to her, to this, as much as possible. The knuckles of my two fingers hurt, but I didn’t dare pull them out. I wished there was a mirror in front of us so I could study just how she molested her own tits. The scene would have been blissfully burned into my psyche to forever haunt me after.
And with all of this, two realities came crashed down on my mind, lightning bolts of this torrid storm:
She wasn’t ridged and nervous in a way she wanted to bolt, but because she had too much sexual energy that needed to be released.

She was not lying when she told me she was too kinky for the likes of me.
That moment of forever finally seemed to subside. I was a mess of lustful need mixed with caution of how to proceed.
I unplugged my sore fingers from her, “Fuck!” she screamed and I felt another gush at my hand. She bucked wildly against my cock. I was seeing stars and was overwhelmed with that impulse to fuck, it was screaming in my mind, disintegrating all rational thoughts to cinder.

And just like that, she stopped. Her body relaxed, turning into a pile of goo. The sounds that were escaping her lips were whimpers that stirred my cock, somehow making it even more hungry for her.
Gods, all I wanted to do was to be inside her. In whatever way she could take me. I was on the brink of my own sexual sanity and was feeling each precious thread of it snapping, one by precious one. I was holding a dark, forbidden paradise in my arms, yet I was unsure how to proceed.
So, I took the gentlemanly route, and just held her, letting her savor whatever just happened. Let her rest against me, because I swore I would need to sleep for a week if I physically experienced that. And I tried to ignore just how good her ass felt cradling my throbbing cock, ignore just how badly I needed to fuck, ignore her words echoing in my head, “…I need your cock inside my ass. I need you to use me, I need you fucking me everywhere!…I need your cock inside my ass. I need you to use me, I need you fucking me everywhere!…I want you to own me.”
She calmed, her lips whimpered sweetness, her words echoed in my brain, and I couldn’t stand it any longer, yet I didn’t trust myself and my cock, and how quickly my fingers seemed to set her off.
I turned her toward me, so her back was on the bed now. The length of my body missed her touch, her heat, her trembling way. My cock throbbed away from my body. It was an angry, violent thing. Her eyes took it in, her tongue touched her lips softly, unconsciously and I felt her hunger. It gave me the urge to jack off and cum, cum all over her body and her face. Her haunting words echoed in my skull, “Use me! I want you to own me…”
I ignored my cock by taking one of her breasts into my mouth. I sucked in more flesh than I ever dared to do before with another woman. More than just the nipple. My tongue lashed at the knotted, erect nipple, and she fucking sighed and purred, her fingers locked in my hair and smashing my face deeper into her breast, until it was all my face could feel and breathe. My cock oozed. She didn’t touch me, but watching the bliss swimming on her face made it feel she was stroking me. I sucked, she gasped. I switched tits. I sucked harder, more hungrily, she cursed. I wanted to plunge my fingers back inside her. I wanted her cumming again. I clenched my fingers into a fist to control the urge, “I need your fist fucking me…” her words echoing and laughing in my mind. Making a fist suddenly seemed like a bad idea…

Her breast fell from my mouth so I could take in a breath of air. It fell like a drop of dew from a leaf, shimmering when it collapsed back against her own body. That breath was the sweetest one I ever tasted. The way her tits swayed from my mouth’s hungry released stirred deviant thoughts. If there were ever tits made to be fucked, she owned them. Part of me savored the thought, wondering if I could make her cum simply by fucking her tits. Watching her watch the head of my cock perpetually get closer to her hungry mouth, only to pull back away. Watching her eagerly eat my cum from her huge mounds like a half-starved kitten lapping at milk from the bowl.
I ignored my cock, her breasts, my fist, her eyes. I slid down her body, knowing what I had to do, the only option I had if I was going to ignore everything else…

…when my tongue met her cunt, I was lost. The scent that had been pounding my skull now was complete with its connected taste. She was so wet. Sweet, musky woman sex. I gorged on her like a fully starved hot-blooded man. I ignored all thought of taking my time, ignored making slow soft licks, like I learned to do so long ago. I licked how I wanted to, how I needed to. My cock hummed, it was only a matter of time for release. Lust ruled me now. Rational thought gone. Pure sexual instinct drove me.
“What…” a gasp, “Are you doing?” another gasp, “you…fuck…can’t do that!”
I pulled my face from her sweet cunt and looked up at her, over baby smoothed pussy and navel. Over mountains of flesh and into those icy blue eyes…

“Why not?” I said with a smirk, almost dumbfounded by the panic in her voice.

“Because…” she hissed, obviously conflicted yet aroused, “it is such a dirty thing…”

The stare I gave her stopped her words. What the bloody hell? I almost burst out laughing. Here was a woman that seemingly a lifetime ago was begging me to fuck her in the ass and shove my fist inside her and I couldn’t eat her out because it was…
My eyes held her lips from anymore foolishness, and I return to feasting on her. I grabbed her hands and placed them on my head. I grabbed her outer thighs and pressed them together, locking my head in place.
I licked, I ate, and most importantly, I enjoyed how her cunt felt kissing my lips, my tongue. I enjoyed it when her thighs held my head like a vise eventually on their own. I enjoyed how her fingers slowly alternated to knotting up in my hair to smashing my face harder against her sex. I enjoyed how wet my face felt from her. I enjoyed hearing her muffled sounds of pleasure and eventual encouragement, even while it was interspersed with mutterings of this being “wrong” and “dirty” and “sinful” of all things. I enjoyed how she started to grind against my face as I tugged on her nipples. Twisting them, kneading them, learning what various touches would make her do.
I enjoyed plunging 1 finger, then 2, then 3 into her sopping mess of a cunt, while sucking on her swollen clit and rolling it with my lips. I enjoyed when she came all over my face. I never knew drowning could be so delightful, but drown I did. Gods…

My head rocked on the wave of her orgasm. A rickety boat on a stormy sea. Where her initial orgasms were strong and powerful things. This one was violent, a tempest of emotions. Her body shook, her tits waves of flesh, crashing, and crashing, and crashing again. Someone was pounding on a wall or the ceiling. I didn’t care. She yanked hard on my hair. I didn’t relent. She was a strange, and wonderful sexual creature. She was addicting. I knew down to the core of my being that I was doomed when I finally was to cum. I didn’t care. There was a rabid sex beast almost fully clawed free. It scared me to think what my intensity would be like with the filth that she spewed in heat.
I came up for air. I freed my fingers from her hungry, orgasming cunt. I looked down at her, a blissful mess of lust, and tears, and sex. I looked at the huge wet circle in the sheets between her slicked thighs and marveled at the impossibility of it. I was on my knees, cock jutting like a spitting cobra. Angry and full of venom to release. I fully intended to mount her then. Memories of fucking Ivory while she was hip-deep in a full blow orgasm was too much temptation to pass on Kitty’s explosive cunt.
She never gave me the chance. She scrambled on the bed, to my cock, and shoved it into her mouth, forcefully! There was nothing seductive in the act. Just lustful hunger. “I need you fucking me everywhere!” ringed in my skull.
Her teeth never touched me. All lips and tongue and throat. Hot, eager wetness. Other lovers that liked to suck on my cock, it was a dance. An act of mouth and hand, artfully keeping my cock from gagging them. Pleasure intense and seductively erotic.

Kitty didn’t gag, she devoured. The pleasure from it was something deeper, more base. Her icy blue eyes looking up at me. “I am such a slut.”, they whispered. “I love being a cock-hungry slut”, they slurred. I couldn’t look away. I was in a trance. “I love being YOUR cock-hungry slut. USE ME! OWN ME! I need you fucking me everywhere!”

I jerked at the echo. She moaned around my thickness, around the only part of me that mattered in that moment. She ringed the base of my cock with a thumb and finger, ever so slowly slurped my cock away, out of her throat, until only the head sat in her lips. Her tongue molested me then and and I came, and came violently. And I lost my fucking mind. I fucking spoke in tongues.
It seemed forever before my cum started to escape her lips. Her eyes seemed to be thanking me. I bucked and tremor. She never stroked me, just gently milked me forever into her hungry little mouth.
It was when she started to lick her fingers and my cock clean of my jizz, she verbally thanked me for giving her my cum into her little slut mouth, in the meekest little voice I ever heard. Gods! Then she apologized for taking what wasn’t hers to take, even meeker. My softened cock ached to stir from the sound. It was creepy and sexy as hell.
I laid her back down and kissed her to shut up such nonsense. Our tongues swirling together in a perfect bliss. Our cum mixing into a unique elixir of lust.
My fingers finding her cunt to attack again. Toying with her clit judging what it was doing to her by her moaning in our kiss.
Fingers impaling her cunt. 1…2…3…fucking her, fucking her, every thrust my cock growing harder and stronger. Still kissing, always kissing. Her fingers going up and down my back. I can feel her nails, they seemed like talons. My thought seemed to make her stop. She broke from my kiss in a gasp. I could feel her cunt on the edge again…
“Stop! you have to stop!…”
Christ! What now?
“Why?”
“If you don’t, I will shred your back, I don’t want to…l like you too much…you’re…too nice…but I won’t…be able…to help it…”
I stopped, leaving my fingers fully in her. My cock fully erect again. I am a bit annoyed. It is all so fucking strange.
“No, you won’t,” I replied.
“I won’t be able to help it, I’m…trained to…”
“You didn’t before.”
“I couldn’t before.” She actually sounded upset that she did something wrong. That she couldn’t before.
I looked down at her. Never had I seem a more vulnerable creature. Yet, she radiated lust. It poisoned my senses to the point of having to have her. It was that powerful a pull, an attraction beyond reason.

I pulled my hand from her pussy, and she looked broken-hearted. I took her hands and held them over her head. I returned my hand to her pussy and slid my fingers back in to where they belonged.
I fucked her with my fingers. I fucked her with my eyes, and they dared her to break her hands free. “If you claw me, it all stops.” She wept, and came. I slid my hand out and made her watch me lick my fingers clean. Her hands spasm like caged beasts in my grip. Her body quivered in unearthly delights.
I held her in place and got between her legs. I rubbed my cock against her cunt. Her eyes lusted wantonly. Her hands wanted to claw, needed to claw my flesh to ribbons. “If you claw me, it all stops. Understand?” she whimpered and nodded and her hands tightened in a forced control. I let go of them.
I guided the head of my cock into her. Gods, she was so fucking wet. It would be like fucking the oceanid, Calypso, forever lost and drowned. She arches, I plunge into her as far as I can go, her talons claw into the pillow, the sounds that escapes her lips not of this world.

Her legs wrap around me in a knot of flesh, and I take her hands into mine, forcing my fingers to intertwine with hers. And I fuck her slowly and with purpose, until her lust submits, her hands submit, until we are fucking each other in equality.

Her eyes curses me. She blinks.

Her eyes thank me. She blinks.

Her eyes bless me. She blinks.

Her eyes scream their fury of going against her conditioned nature.

She is a broken thing, but she is safe with me.
We fuck, we cum, we utter in a language only lovers connected can understand. We show the storm outside what a tempest really is. We are a god and goddess on a mountain during the birth of the world. There are shadows in the background raging that I have stolen their plaything from them.
I collapse onto her and then next to her. I hold her close and let her weep. She was right about being too kinky for me. I forgot to warn her that I was probably too intense for her as well.
We loved the rest of the night, she didn’t dare question my desires, and submitted to my tenderness and more simple lusts. I let her curl into me when she needed to, ride me when she desired it instead of waiting for me to order it.
I didn’t fuck her ass that night. Nor did I fist her. Nor bite her (in the way she craved it). She was chagrined that I didn’t really use her. She was pissed as hell in the morning that I didn’t own her. The next day was a struggle of a different sort. The next day a story for another time.
For now, I end it as I remember the single moment of our desired perfection. Her body against me, asleep. Her face at peace and content and happy and…loved, an obviously alien thing to her. A kindness her past lovers never gave her. Because they used her, owned her, and she didn’t know any better than what they took from her.

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