We make love?
Have sex?
No
We fuck
You like to ride on top. Your hips swivel with much ease. Your hands pressed into my chest. You glide on the moisture between your thighs and with each gyration of the warm, wet, grasp of your vaginal hold I feel I might burst.
I grab the callipygous flesh of your backside. With both hands full of warm supple skin I let my fingers, spread wide, move inward and out, following the movement of your lower end.
(My how wet youve become)
I rise lifting your body, abruptly halting the ebb and flow of pleasure upon my hips. I swivel my position turning on the ball of my right foot, moving you to your back. Your head rests on the arm of the love seat we are fucking on. My hold on your middle back and right thigh is deliberate and careful. Ive remained inside you. My left leg bent, an L shape, cradles your thigh; your foot and pretty toes dangle at my side. With one knee on the floor, pressed against your raw wool rug I thrust my erection further inside of you. Im slow and firm at first but slowly increase my pace maintaining my vigor. My hands grip both sides of your waist; my hold is as strong as though my life were in danger; as though I strangle an assailant.
The pleasure is intense but Ive grown to hate you. I thrust my hips between your sweaty thighs in efforts to destroy you. Ill begin with your vaginal crevice and split your anus thrusting forth toward your innards. I will push madly; drawing my hips back then forth with repeated violent vigor until my erection penetrates your heart. Though you laugh and moan in the pleasure of perceived pain
My (penis) acts independent of me, it finds sick pleasure in the mockery of your cackling laugh and shrill moaning. It grows thick and throbs inside you. But perhaps I delight in the same pleasure? I enjoy the sound of skin clapping disturbingly loud shortly after I turn you and enter your rectum from behind. Your moan is now a low hum; it reverberates through my belly as I press myself against you grabbing a tuft of your short hair. I yank your head back at the crown, you laugh a throaty laugh; its sexy and I grow angry because I like it. I increase the tempo of my brown hips crashing against your olive skin. I watch your flesh turn from olive to red with each collision.
The tease of orgasm builds to promise within my loin. I can feel the hot semen rush through my erection. I pull out of your tight opening feeling a pinch from your contracting muscle. As I grip my phallus an electrifying jolt forces my eyes shut. The thick white strings fly from my tip; I grunt then a low hum as each convulsion flies, further, harder the white streams of seed. They reach and splatter against the back of your head and you laugh.
The apartment fills with a primal odor; sweat, pheromones, ejaculate; the scent threatens to return my arousal. I slip away from your backside sweaty and fatigued; you release an amused giggle. You turn to face me sitting low in the love seat. Crossing your legs you begin rubbing the back of your head against the cushions by raising and lowering your chin. My semen will stain your furniture and, so long as you keep the dusty furnishing you will never forget me. I kneel before you almost breathless, my right knee stings from broken skin and invading perspirationfriction against your rug from eager thrusting. You are relaxed and glossed. Your skin is lacquered in oily sweat. Your plain grin explains your state. You watch me, slowly drawing your long elegant middle finger between your breasts, playing with sweat running toward your slender belly. I failed to destroy you. I pleasured and amused you.
You destroyed me. Not long ago you revealed my secrets to any person who passed your gaze or touched your hand and I dont know what caused the betrayal. I came here to confront you. I wanted to hurt you, humiliate you as I have experienced by your doing. Somehow I think you knew of my intentions and upon my entry endeavored to seduce and mock me.
I was unaware when I arrived at your apartment, a small, single windowed room (with a neatly made bed and love seat now stained with sweat and seed) that I would experience pleasure and depart defeated.
Humiliation
JA Freeman
2012/5/3