A Lady with Many Names
I meet a lady with many names with love in her heart and fire in her eyes. She wears a smile on her lips and a fierce independence in her manner. She leads me to the edge and I jump off all too willingly.
She devilishly flirts and then coyly resists my cordial advances, always with exemplary artistry and grace. Her spirit casting colors, trilling my reality and enlivening my senses. Her voice quickening my mind like a joyful choir. My thoughts are humming in contemplation.
Eventually, I besiege her castle and stand outside the gates. I call over the walls. I sound the trumpets. I wave my bright banners. I wear my gleaming armor upon my trusty stead. I am a force of steel and courage. I demand her instant surrender. With time and persistence, I chip away at her defenses.
She grows ever hungry for my intentions and lowers the gate. I breach the walls, entering a brave, new world. I am the prince of possibility, the paramour of young love. I find her at the inner sanctum. She is waiting for me. I take her to bed.
There is no past, no future, only present, only the great eternal now as I pull off her jeans one leg at a time. And then slide my fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and drag them down her long, slender legs. I toss them aside. I open her and begin to kiss up her smooth thighs. She breaths heavily and whispers my name.
I reach her labia with my mouth. I kiss her clitoris. I suck on it. I lick it. I taste it with softness and earnestness. I need to make her come and come again. I need her just like how I need air and water to subsist. I breath her in again and again until her body spasms in ecstasy.
I move onward exposing and kissing her tummy. I pull off her top. I suck on her breasts. I kiss her neck. I remove my clothes and lay beside her, wrapping my arms tightly around her. I press my lips on hers, my chest against her chest, my cock throbbing on her vulva.
I kiss her lips, I bite her lips. I twirl my tongue with her tongue. I climb on top. I pin her hands above her head. I take charge. I sway my hips down and up. My swollen cock slides over her garden with soulful repetition. She moves perfectly with me. We are one person, one heart beat, one movement. She moans, we breath, we sweat. I know she needs me inside her, I know she can’t wait.
I push into her vagina. I’m large and throbbing. I move slowly in. She moans louder as I reach further and further. I can feel her warmth and wetness as I slip deeply inside her. All that exists is my rigid, glistening cock.
We thrust, we breath, we kiss, we grab, we are alive, we are reborn. We move faster and I lean forward increasing the pressure on her with my throbbing organ. We shiver together, we release together, we arch together. I fill her up with my come. I release again and again.
We slow our rhythm but I stay inside longer wrapped in warmth and completeness. I kiss with more gentleness. I tell her how much I care for her. I tell her how much I admire her. I poeticize her beauty.
I pull out and clean up. I hold her close to me for a time, her skin sparkling with sweat. My breathing slows, my heart still racing. We get dressed and embrace again. I hold her tight not knowing the future. And then she departs.
My thoughts are humming in contemplation. I remember her electric touch. I recall her voice of honey. I guard this memory forever. I wonder about sin and passion not knowing the answer. But I trust in mercy and love.
I wake up from my slumber with this moment in my head. Sleep refuses to return until I write down the words above. This isn’t a memory, but rather a vision, a glimpse. We are born and cruelty chases us until death awaits. And then these few moments pleasantly surprise us in between.
My thoughts are humming in contemplation. I wonder if she holds the missing pieces of myself. I message her the words from this impression. She confesses she won’t sleep tonight and touches herself in anticipation. I receive no other answer. I don’t know how this ends.
Days later, she accosts me in a stairwell at work. She wraps me in her arms and pulls me tight into her. She starts grinding into me until I swell, her hands gripping my backside. She refuses to kiss me but pushes harder and harder until she comes. And then ever abruptly, she releases me and walks away.
What happens next? Your guess may be better than mine. My thoughts are humming with contemplation. I met a lady with many names.
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