Our encounters are far from ordinary, more of a rendition of submitting to the lust assumed by both parties. Whether or not I’m willing to admit my equally shared emotion of anxiousness, my acceptance to his invitation tells a different story. Simple text messaging lead to “sexting” as we traded phrases back and forth, offering up a taste for a touch like a game of “Go Fish.” After two years of an ongoing game of cat and mouse it seems as though the alpha male would finally come to dominate his prey. Now more willing than ever to submit to the desires of my sexual temptation, I am met by the soft touch of the hands working their way up my dress. Raising the dress up over my head, it’s swiftly removed from my body as I then stood before him in plain view. He admired my body in all of its perfectly portioned divines with its perky breast, small waist line, wide hips, and thick thighs. It was only right that I turned to the side to give him a full view of the curve that makes its way down my spine before meeting the rotund azz that follows. His kisses were softly placed all over my body before he laid me down on the bed to make his way below my navel. Slow Strokes followed by deep penetration with just enough pain to equal pleasure consumed me as I let out soft and subtle moans. If the occupants of the rooms next door didn't know his name before, they definitely would know after this night. I shifted my hips and made sure to move my lower body countering his every motion. I softly whispered for him to turn me over and hit it from the back and with no hesitation he obliged to my command. As I lay flat on my stomach he gripped my azz and eased his way in. Yet obliviously not wanting to near completion he suddenly stopped himself and pulled back to regain his composure. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulled me to my knees, and gently ran his fingers down my back. I slowly began taking control as I forced him to move to the rhythm of my own beat. It was show-time and the performance I put on was more than award winning. We continued over the next 45 minutes before finally reaching the climax of our sinful allurement. Casual conversation followed as we gathered clothes scattered throughout the room to dress before departing back to our separate lives. No texts, no calls, no communication at all...just a plain and simple goodbye.
-Lust
