Saturday, September 26, 2009

Dirty Little Secret

I know you aren’t mine. Yet, I can’t stay away.

I know you want me. I want you.

There is an undeniable pull, like a moth to a flame.

We know what this is. We can’t run from it.

So, we go with it, as if an out of body experience.

Feels so good and we know it is so wrong.

Consequences…..be damned. Live now

You come at me like a lion stalking his prey.

I stand there still like the helpless antelope in the open savannah.

Wrapping a hand around my waist and one in my hair you push me to the wall.

The feel of you breath in my ear makes my knees weak.

I hear your husky voice whispering how you are going to take me here and now.

I can feel my body respond, wondering if I will stand much longer, feeling weaker by the second. Your spell on me so strong, so wrong, yet so so right.

You slid the straps of my dress down, exposing my breast to your hungry gaze. My nipples stand at attention, waiting to be devoured by your soft moist mouth. You lower your head to my breast sucking, licking and making me come out of my skin. Raising my dress to my hips you notice no panties and smirk that sexy smirk. I did it for you, knowing how you like the thought of this thin fabric being the only thing between my naked skin and your touch.

Your fingers roam and find the hot heat between my thighs waiting for you. You know what your doing….such a tease. My head rolls back, I don’t know how much more of this I can take. It feels so good, but I need a release, I want to feel you inside me.

No words are spoken as you remove your hand from me and step back. I feel a void, and yearn for your touch again. I can hear the rasp of your zipper and I look at your hard, steel shaft. Your pants hit the floor with a soft thud, and you unbutton the last few buttons of the shirt tossing it to the ground. Lifting my leg with one hand, you place the other on my hip and slid into me. My hands grip your shoulders and I cry with pleasure. You pump me, harder, and harder as my cries get louder and louder. I hear you moaning in my ear, saying “That’s it baby, cum for me, cum for me…..” I scream your name and you moan loudly, both of us tumbling over the edge together. Sliding down the wall, in each other’s arms we recover, clean ourselves up and go back to the party. Till the next time……We made a promise and we’ll keep it…….our Dirty Little Secret.