It's interesting, what can be conjured from a lover during a scene. Bending. Striking. Digging. An adult can dissolve into a crying child. A human being can transform into an animal. A body, of flesh and blood, can open its gates and become the ocean.
It was a Friday morning...
She surprised me...
Her mouth may have been filled with curses.
Her fists may have been filled with her comforter.
But, the scent of her cunt filling the air
was all the permission I needed to apply the second cup.
Twisting the knob clockwise, her speech was quick and punctual, "Shit! Shit! Shit!" If I listened more than sniffed, I'd stop. But, my nostrils filled with the musk of a masochist. My instincts took over and continued to systematically work her body.
Taking my time, I strategically fastened cup after cup, riddling her backside with several of these bizarre attachments. Sucking. Pulling. Tightening. It's interesting, what can be conjured from a lover during a scene. After the third cup grasped at the flesh of her ass, something changed. Suddenly, like a gust of wind, silence made its presence known: sacred... still... golden...
Someone 5' 5" can tower over the tallest of men. Soft curves and moist valleys can match the hardness of diamonds. It was Friday morning and she revealed herself a goddess. I swear, her humming voice made the temperature rise in Oakland that day. All I could do was watch and praise the miracle before me.
|"Zen" by Forbidden Light (Featuring Boistrous)|