*“Giver her intellectual orgasms in multiples and allow the temptation to drip from her ears. Go down on her thoughts and taste her perception. Learn her soul and she will fill the void of your filthiest imaginations…”*
More he pleaded to her in the stillness of the night, his phone clutched in his hands like some magical glowing energy crystal. There has got to be more he thought as he dropped the phone into his pocket and took a deep breath.
His body ached in the quiet of the cold, foggy moonlit night. Like a warrior from old, standing in the hazy moonlight he took off his sweat-stained clothes and let them drop like armor to the ground until he stood completely naked and exposed to the dark and foggy world beyond.
Where was he? Heaven, Hell or Purgatory? He couldn’t be sure, but his body could not rest. Taut and swollen, his muscles pulsed from pushing weights and picturing her naked full body. Curves upon curves. His breathing ragged and straining for the feel of her warm pink flesh tight around his.
He could not get the image of pushing into her from behind out of his head. The feel of his hands on her hips. The shake of her fleshy ass as he gripped her hips with white knuckles, digging into her flesh like it was his last meal. Her face dripping with sweat buried into the pillow. Hand wrapped tight around her long dark hair. Stay In control he reminded himself. Just not now he pleaded.
He looked down at his naked body, and smooth shaved chest and pecs. Biceps veiny and swollen from trying to erase those images out of his head. His athletic physique and slightly visible six-pack showed fleshy oblique’s and reminded him that some discipline still eluded him.
For a moment he stood motionless under the moon, swaying in the breeze, eyes closed, and erect cock bobbing over the sweat laden armor that lay at his feet.
With a deep breath he closed his eyes and ran fingers over the battle wounds like a new lover exploring the twists and turns of a new body. His hands acting as hers. The feel on his body, deceptively soothing. Tracing circles around his nipples he felt them harden and grow with desire.
Strong and tall the man had the body of someone twenty years younger, but his face was that of a middle-aged man that had seen too many battles to count. His grey beard reminded him whenever he looked into a mirror, that he was running out of time. Despite banging on himself at the gym for more than two hours he could not force time to stand still nor force the sun and moon not to rise. They were capriciously vacuous objects when you tried discussing that.
Reaching down to his stomach and his smooth cleanly shaven groin he handled his cock and balls lovingly as it waited for her lips. He loved the feel of his cleanly shaven smooth skin.
His head and reality escaped to a world where his lover, on her knees, face deep in a pillow, looked up at him with her big brown doe eyes.
In that moment he knew what he needed and became one with the desire that rose in him. His veiny cock pulsing with blood in firm hand. Standing naked for all the world to see. Cold foggy air enveloping his body until all that he could see was his body and the hot tub behind him, whirring its tune.
Feeling like a character from a movie the naked warrior, his body dappled in sweat after battle, sought respite with his hand, her hand. Closing his eyes and leaning back on the hot tub he felt her lips wrap around him, until the silence closed in. He paused. The hum of the hot tubs motor quiet until all he heard was the soft sound sweet sound of her voice…
“Yes Daddy.”
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