It was a hot summer night. The digital clock on the table was burning the digits into the hot dry air of the room. Five minutes past 1 o’clock in the morning. Even though it was getting late, she wasn’t that tired. The hot weather, which was continuously getting warmer and warmer for past three weeks of summer, made her a bit weary, but she felt there’s still some energy in her left. She gently turned a page in an opened book right in front of her with her fingertips. The page gently descended onto the the stack of already read pages, pieces of the story she already experienced. As she was reading the shine blue book, she liked to imagine herself in the role of the author’s heroine. The Lioness, as her creator named her. Her life was full of grand adventures, excitement and action. She was a strong warrior in a fantasy land far far away, who always got what she wanted, yet was adored by many. Her character made her famous in her realm, exalted heroine of the kingdom. During the story spanning hundreds of pages, The Lioness had a decent amount of romantic adventures as well, because the life of a local hero wasn’t just slaying monsters and going on quests.
She felt a bit sad as she now realized. Her favourite heroine from the pages of her favourite book had these grand adventures and exciting experiences, yet she felt alone in her room. She realized, that she is slowly vanishing from the fantasy world of the book and entering her own fantasy. She tried to imagine, how the life would look like, would she live in a fantasy world like The Lioness. World of her own, where she would be adored, men would fall to her knees and begged for her attention. Even though she is of a good character, she thought, that she would be picky. No point in giving up easily.
The thought of men fighting for her attention made her thinking. And as she was falling deeper and deeper into her own fantasy, the air in the room felt suddenly even hotter than before. There was nothing left to undress to give her a relief. She arrived five hours ago from a walk outside, after which she locked herself in her room and slowly undressed herself, before lying belly down on her bed only in her panties. She reached out for her favourite book which was lying on her desk and opened it on her pillow. During the reading she stopped an hour later, to open her window. The thought of somebody seeing her naked in the window crossed her mind, but she wasn’t bothered by it really. As she climbed back to her bed, she hurriedly removed her hot panties and threw them on the floor, where they landed close to the door. She went right into the fantasy land of the beasts and magic, where The Lioness overpowered her foes one by one.
Now, hours later, she didn’t care that much about her favourite heroine at the moment. She was feeling like a lamb roasting above the fireplace she remembered from one of the many adventures her heroine had. This thought brought her back to dreaming what it would be like to be the one in fantasies of men, who would bleed to have her attention. She wanted to feel needed, wanted. She wanted to be the air in someone’s lungs, owning the fate of her prey in a snap of her fingers. It has to feel so good to have this power. She haven’t experienced this yet in her life, but she felt like this would give her a purpose, that this was something she desperately needed. The air around her was getting hotter and hotter and she felt like the bed was starting to get hotter under her. Like somebody set it on fire. The faint tingling on the surface of her skin felt weirdly pleasant. She turned to her back putting her head on the opened book and closing her eyes. She was giving in to her fantasy which turned her on.
Even though she planned a quiet evening with the book, there was no escape from her own imagination. The thoughts she had were overpowering her own attempts at regaining control over her own body. Resistance was futile. She slowly moved fingers of her right hand over her face, which felt like a cover with hot embers just ready to spark into flame again. Her index and middle finger stopped on her hot lips. She tried to hydrate them with her own tongue, touching the fingertips, yet unsuccessfully as her lips were emitting heat like she never felt before. It even felt like she burned herself a little bit. But her mind must have been playing tricks on her. To relieve the pain, she bit her lower lip and slowly touched the tips of the fingers with her tongue again. As they were wet, they continued on their way south, carefully overcoming every millimeter of her body. As the right hand was slowly descending her parched throat, her left hand moved from touching gently her left leg to her belly, where she kept moving to underbelly and back, waiting excitedly for the other hand to join her for the final descent.
In the meantime the right hand stopped on her right nipple. She was stimulating it with still wet fingers for a while. She felt like she was getting wet down below as the lust kept overpowering her and sex was the only thing she could think about. There and gone were the thoughts of fantasy lands and heroines and admirers. The only thing she could think about was the fact, that she wants to be taken and completely give in to the passion and the heat of the moment. She continued with the right hand on her way down reaching her underbelly, passing by her left hand when she experienced resistance. Upon reaching her pubic hair she felt a twitch in her body. She knew there’s only one way to go now and the expectation and the need to touch herself down there was stronger than she ever felt. She also never felt so wet before. Her hair down there was soaking wet and she was a little bit surprised how excited she is. This whole morning felt so out of this world that she needed to continue and see it through. She felt like she was burning and this was the only way to put out the fires. She moved her sticky wet outer lips with her index finger and ring finger, while she entered herself with the middle finger and started moving it in and out slowly, while she touched her clit gently now and then with the root of her finger. She gasped a little and slowly started moaning. She turned her head to the side and bit her lip as she put a ring finger inside her as well, while she started stimulating her clit with her left hand. She felt like a dam ready to burst and destroy everything in her wake. She kept speeding up, moaning more and more. She wanted to pleasure herself with her own thoughts. She was unable to hold out much longer as she was nearing the delight of coming, her legs trembling with excitement. When it came, it was like a thunder struck. She came like never before, trembling as her orgasm was controlling her body, enjoying every little twitch, every little involuntary movement her body made during this delightful moment of clarity she had.
As the moment was slowly fading away, she finally opened her eyes breathing heavily. She felt like a reborn human being. She never felt anything like this. Her bed was so wet here was no helping it. As she regained at least some sort of control over her own mind, she watched the hot dry emptiness of her room, when she stopped petrified. There was somebody in the room with her. He was standing there between the door and one of the book cases, most of his body covered by the shadow. She felt like her heart stopped. Who is he? What is he doing here? The usual suspects among questions slowly vanished and another set of questions occupied her mind as the need, the lust and her horniness slowly regained control over her mind. Did he saw her? Was he there the whole time?
She didn’t know what to think. She wanted to say something, but her throat was so parched she didn’t produce a single sound. Even though this mysterious man wasn’t moving or saying anything, she felt attracted to him. She know she knew him, and knew him very well, yet she wasn’t able to identify him. She felt attracted to him, which only made her lose control to the lust even more.It was a weird sensation as the man was a mystery for her, she wasn’t even sure he was real. She felt getting wet again only thinking about him and what he saw, even though she couldn’t be excited more.
The man crouched and slowly picked her panties up from the floor, holding them in front of him, only his extended hand holding the panties was coming out of the shadow he was hidden in mostly. He moved the panties towards his face as they disappeared in the shadow the mas was in. She was only able to hear the man slowly breathing in with his nose through the piece of her underwear and breathing out. She didn’t know what to think, but it felt weirdly pleasant. It felt like he was a bloodhound aiming for his prey. Getting her scent before going in for a kill. Thi idea gave her shivers down her spine and she was struggling not to start touching herself. She gave up fear. She knew that even if the man would kill her right here and there, she wouldn’t mind. This experience was worth it.
The mysterious man didn’t want to kill her. She was able to see that he put her worn panties into the front pocket of his suit, like it was the priciest handkerchief, his bounty. He slowly emerged from the shadow behind the bookshelf slowly unbuttoning his jacket. When he was completely in the light, she saw a familiar face. She knew who was the mysterious man and even though his presence didn’t make much sense to her, she knew she has to have him. She couldn’t be bothered about the consequences of her actions. Not tonight.
He threw the jacket to the corner and slowly approached her, his shirt & tie still on, he kneeled down to the bed and watched her for a moment. It felt like eternity for her as she wanted to take him right away, but was too scared to do anything to destroy this moment. Touched her legs and slowly moved his fingers up and down. She was trembling and wanted him inside of her. He had different idea. She was so wet her love juices were running down her legs. He approached her and his facial hair was tickling her on the inside of her legs. She wanted him to stop, as she was so wet she felt it wasn’t right. He didn’t mind.
She wanted to politely tell him no, but he removed the tie from his shirt and tied it around her eyes. It was liberating for her as she never experienced this before. He returned back down before she could do anything and entered her with his tongue. He was starting slowly, circling her sticky lips and sucking in every little drop of her juices, his rough tongue felt rough as a sandpaper, yet if felt exactly right. When he moved to her clit with his tongue, he entered her with his two finger s, repeating the motion up and down, circling with his fingertips right inside her just under her belly. It felt so right and so unusual she couldn’t help it but to let out a squeal of delight. Shivers were going down her spine as he was circling her most sensitive part while going in and out of her and speeding up. She was twitching with her limbs and whole body as the delight overcame her body. She extended her hand , run her fingers through his hair and forced his head closer to her crotch, it felt like she tried to suffocate him. He didn’t mind, even though her juices were all over his mouth. She was dripping wet and he wasn’t slowing down at all. Not long after she came again, now even stronger than before. She lost control of her body completely, yet she still firmly pushed his face against her twitching lips, where he kept circling his tongue and moving it between her wet lips to keep her there as long as he could.
She felt a bit exhausted from all this, yet the lust was still there and present as strong as ever. She thought that if she has to go out, she will burn out rather than fade away. Her mysterious lover felt thankfully the same way, as he kept licking her even when her orgasm faded away almost completely. She didn’t know what was happening to her, yet again, she experienced orgasm like she never experienced before. She started going through her previous experiences, previous lovers, to to asses whether somebody did her like this before. No, nobody. Her mysterious partner wasn’t waiting for her thinking to complete. He kept exploring her with his tongue, licking of every drip of her he could find. Licks and kisses on her hips, legs, knees. He even turned her a bit and worshipped her buttcheeks. This was as well an unfamiliar territory for her as he kept kissing and licking the area of her spine, with his tongue even exploring the area between her cheeks. Unfamiliar feeling, yet pleasant, she gasped a little. He smiled and stood up.
She was lying there, her legs spread, wet and exhausted, yet the main course was just beginning. He started unbuttoning his shirt, she only observed his chest as the falling shirt revealed it. He proceeded, undid his pants and took off his boxers. She was again feeling very horny, even though she came hard twice in last couple of minutes. He wasn’t waiting for anything and few moments later, his manhood was penetrating her in a stable rhythm. She started moaning as he was coming in and out of her again. He grabbed her firmly by the waist and kept pushing her closer to him, so he could go deeper inside her. He kept kissing her on her neck and then moved his tongue on her ear with whom he played for a moment.
After few minutes of passion he turned her over on all four and entered her from behind. He was thrusting so hard, she felt his balls bouncing on her clit which gave her a tingling sensation in her feet. He noticed that and extended his right hand over her right hip and down to her crotch and played with it also with his fingers. As he let it run between his fingers, she came with him still inside. He felt the twitches on his manhood and been there with her for the whole time. He grabbed her and pulled her up, so they were both kneeling on the bed, while she was coming on him. When the sensation faded, she collapsed on the bed breathing heavily. He wasn’t hesitating, stood up and motioned her to stand up as well. When she did so, he pushed her over her desk so some of the books from it fell down to the floor. She would mind the situation were different. But it wasn’t.
She was bending over the table, while he was thrusting in her from behind, holding firmly her breast, stimulating her niples with his fingers. She had shortness of breath from all of this but she didn’t want to stop. During next few minutes he took her right leg and put it on the chair so he could better take care of her. She was getting close to coming one last time for him, yet he wanted for them co come together.
He grabbed her and pushed her against one of the bookshelves with her back. While he was kissing her, he slowly moved her a bit to the left, where there was a nice stack of books leaned onto the bookshelf. While still pushing her to the bookshelf he sat her down on the stack of books and entered her again. They were both trembling with passion, as he started to thrust faster and faster. She was getting closer to coming again as the blood from her head started escaping and she was almost fainting from the burning desire. As he was almost there as well, he kept pushing her harder and harder against the bookshelf.
With first few twitches of her wet inner lips as she once again entered the realm of pleasure, his manhood started throbbing and he came as well. They rhythms synchronized and as she was giving in to the orgasm of her own, she felt him inside pulsating inside of her. Their juices combined as they were kissing in the warm embrace.
With the first light of the day, she woke up in her bed and wondered if it all was just a dream or not, yet she knew, deep down, the truth…
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