I wake up dry throat, as often with this air conditioning, I’ll have to get up to go drink a large glass of water. I have to be careful not to wake you up sleeping in the next room, because here you are queen and I am just a guest. It’s with a feline step that I leave the room, a beam of white light comes to break this darkness of this corridor, as usual you sleep with the door ajar and this light is surely your computer, Morpheus has forgotten this device. I walk down the hall in silence and when I get to your door I peek, lightning colors on your face, your sleep is not heavy, you seem to be fighting with demons, I see your feet contract and your breathing is not serene.
I continue my way in the dark, each of my steps is light, I think of what you dream of, a scene with me where we are one? I finally arrive in this kitchen that I know so well, where we are used to drinking glasses of wine and usually I observe each of your body movements to see signs of ambiguity. I pour myself a large glass of water, making myself discreet and in this silence a moan from the end of the corridor comes to disturb this heavy silence, just like me for that matter. Your imagination seems teasing, I will force myself to smile to return to my room.
During my nocturnal wanderings, my gaze allows itself to stop in this luminous fault! I see you, a sheet is placed on you, your legs are bent, thighs apart, funny position to sleep, but wait, you’re not sleeping! I see movement at the birth of your pubis, I should leave you alone with your desires but I don’t want to, time clings to me, the silence no longer has it is fractured by your discreet moans and the rubbing of those cursed textiles that hide your modesty. I feel predatory, it’s bad, but if I’ll listen to my impulses I’ll already be inside you, my underwear is getting really tight, my gaze is fixed on its prey, my right hand slips into my underwear and my elbow hit the door! A noise resounds in all the house, I am paralyzed
Your eyes lit by this dance of light stare at me, a smile forms on your lips and you gently slide your sheet over your body, revealing your nudity drawn on this piece of fabric. Your gaze closes, and your hand resumes its fight against your desires. I’m sure I have to go, my left leg forces me to flee, after devouring your femininity with my eyes m, for it seems to me to be preparing a playground. you take your sleeping partner, bend it in two and astride you come to lodge it between your thighs. Your pelvis begins to dance, I see your round breasts follow the rhythm, while I imagine the spell you inflict on the object of my desire, your hands grabbing your pillow from side to side, so that the pressure is made stronger on your vulva, you accelerate, your discreet moans are noisy and your gaze comes to lodge in mine. I can no longer control my body, my right hand has long forgotten who was its master and caresses the tip of my member.
In a long sigh of pleasure, you stop and I see you naked, trembling, sparkling pearls all over your body lit by this digital window all over your body, you get up, leap from your bed like a feline. You walk towards me, I try to run away but, I feel like paralyzed prey, you are close and I see your hand, the one that made you feel good, rise and grab my neck. I feel like I’m going to have a bad time, as I think about how to justify my act of voyeurism, my mouth opens to apologize but, your lips silence me, you pull me into your room. I entered the lair of a predator.
Your face I know it by heart, but this expression that you approach, I have never seen it but, I dreamed of it in my most pleasant dreams. During our exchange, I grab you at the birth of your buttocks to lift you up, turn around to stick you against the wall, our kisses become more fiery, your smell of cherries, the tickles caused by your hair on my face, your Wet cravings leaning against me and the warmth of your body testing all my senses. My kisses become faster and travel your neck, time accelerates, to respond to my tenderness you lacerate my back with your claws. I am defenseless.
Our exchanges of saliva are no longer enough for me, I’m taking you to bed, the video your computer is playing gives me an idea of the fate I have in store for you. I put you on the bed and ask you ‘turn around’, you get on all fours directly, you have the same desire as me. My proudly erect manhood strips bare and comes to your lips, she kisses it longingly, a jolt comes to help our desires, my hand has just leaned on your neck so that you don’t escape. Head resting against the mattress, your hands squeeze the sheets, the better to fight my left claw grabs your hip and my penetration is faster, the sound of our bodies colliding marks the tempo of our animal cries. Your femininity struggles and contracts, to give him respite, I slow the pace without letting go. You’re dying for me to be a little more brutal because your rump tries to dominate my pace, after having deprived you of your desire for speed and to finish you off, a pat on the buttocks, I hear you scream happiness, accelerate my movement of my pelvis and each blow brings us closer to your end, but I want to make this moment last. Again I slow down this dance, so that you feel every millimeter of me inside you, everything tightens inside you like your hands on the mattress. I hear you, I won. This position that puts the whole back of your body in value, this warmth, the noises that come out of your mouth. I’m in ecstasy, I also want to forfeit!
An overflow of happiness is about to overflow, I withdraw and you understand directly. You sit down and you kiss my anatomy, then suck it, my left hand rests on your hair, maintains it and accompanies your movements. You don’t fight, you want to finish your prey quickly, I understood it when you came with your hands to strangle it gently my base by going back and forth combining with circular movements. Between your fingers, you feel my swollen member, my breath becoming rapid, you put my tip on your tongue, your gaze pierces mine, your white skin is colored by our warmth and your expression of satisfaction dresses your face. Knowing that the victory is yours, you continue your movements until your prey begins to convulse and let out jets that hit your palate, my liquid overflows from your mouth and slowly runs through your body. While looking at me, the seed that remained in your mouth, as a sign of victory you swallow it. You wipe your mouth with that hand that’s been playful, and you tell me ‘Sleep, with me tonight! I’m going to wash up and I’ll be back’. You head to the bathroom, your figure and your gait make me think of a felid.
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