Dreamt of your fingertips owning my soul.
Dreamt of your hands; hard and rough, digging into the softness of my flesh. Controlling, demanding...
My body aches, and my small breasts heave; the tips swollen and hard, desperately awaiting your touch. My hips left to writhe and twist, lifting ever upward in a never-ending, futile search… for you.
I dreamt of the moist delta between my twitching thighs, hot and wet, being plundered and filled with your seed.
I awoke, panting. Hips thrusting and cunt clenching.
Desperate. Empty and crying out for the hard thrust of your body into mine.
Frantic, with need for what only you can give.
I dreamt of you... again. Of our filthy, little secret.
Do I dare to share?
Do you even want to hear?
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I dream of you again.
I’m surrounded by throngs of city dwellers, and yet, I’m all alone.
Sitting, I wait on the empty park bench. The wooden seats are old, splintered, and I feel the sharp edges pressing into the pale flesh of my thighs as I settle myself.
Behind me is an eternal stretch of darkness. The edges of my dream are torn; a mass of swirling tendrils that reach out of the darkest recesses of my mind.
My hidden needs, my greatest desires and my lustful cravings. These are the dreams that I do not share; my dreams of you.
My midnight dreams.
It’s spring, so the air is warm and tinged with the humid scent of lust. Small birds gather at my feet and scatter, only to gather once more as office workers move like wraiths from here to nowhere.
Across from me sits a man. He is a blur, a shadow. Unimportant.
And yet… I’m aroused.
I’m well aware that he is looking at me, his eyes drawn to the shadowed valley between my breasts and then even lower, between my thighs.
It’s not for this shadowed figure that I burn. It’s for you.
I gain pleasure in his need, but only because I know that this is what you desire.
You appear out of the dark maw behind me, not a single word spoken, but I can feel your passion and I yearn for the heat of your body.
The hard press of your cock rests heavily between my shoulder blades and I shudder, my body arching in helpless surrender at your simplest touch.
Calloused palms rest upon my shoulders, heavy and hot as your long fingers caress the fragile bones of my neck.
Your hands!
They slip firmly around my throat and I can hear the rumble of desire echo from deep within your chest.
Oh, fuck. What you do to me with a single touch.
Wet.
A river of need courses between my thighs, and I ache for you. My pussy pulsates and throbs, melting.
I am lost in a swirling haze of need.
Yours.
I tremble like a leaf in a storm, my body swaying into the invisible pull of yours, and as your fingers stroke the soft skin of my jaw, I turn my head and gently suck your finger between my lips. My tongue swirling and wrapping around it, imitating what I would do to your cock given half the chance.
The flash of pain that comes from your fist pulling my hair is electrifying and scorches a path to my centre; illuminating all my sins in its wake.
Across the path the man sits in shadows and watches. His posture is tense as if he is afraid that any movement on his behalf will end this fragile dance between us.
The sky darkens as clouds roll in, thunder claps and all is silent for a moment.
The birds incessant singing no longer echoes around me and the wraiths have all but disappeared. A wind swirls, lifting the leaves at my feet and sending them soaring around me, a mini cyclone. And I, at its core, silent and waiting, with my breath held and heart pounding in anticipation.
Only we remain now in this shadowy world.
You, the stranger and I.
Your voice is but a whisper, unheard, but felt deep in the marrow of my bones.
I shudder, feigning reluctance as I slowly part my thighs. The pulsating deep in my core explodes as your hand thrusts between my breasts, rough fingers pinching and twisting my nipples beneath my white cotton shirt. Your lips land on my neck, teeth nipping and marking my flesh. I arch wantonly, thrusting the supple white globes of my breast into the firm grip of your fist.
A small pearl button, straining under the thrust of your palms, disappears amongst swirling leaves, another follows shortly thereafter. I can hear your grunt of satisfaction as my shirt gapes wide, the pale flesh of mauled breasts exposed.
The shadow shifts under the trees, his long leg twitches and jerks.