Sometimes Fact is better than Fiction…
April 24, 2012 § Leave a Comment
So I’ve been saying that I am going to try my hand at fiction for the longest time. Let’s face it, I’m just not that damn creative. So what I’ve decided to do is a blend of my actual experiences patched together to make one cohesive fantasy piece based 100% in reality. So here goes…
I’m walking along the beach late in the afternoon and up ahead I see a dark, muscular gentleman in the water. I can tell that he’s attractive and I feel a little giddy and shy as I am getting closer to him. As I am getting closer, he starts to smile and starts walking out of the water. I’m enamored because his body, face, smile, everything about him looks perfect. He strikes up some small talk and we agree to meet up at a local party later that night. We never even exchanged names, just smiles and physique-assessing glances. I’m getting ready for this party, arrive and completely forget all about him. That is until I see him across the dance floor. He’s dressed in crisp, all white linen. We chat it up a bit, dance a few songs then decide we need some “quiet” time.
His house is a short walk away, so we make our way over there. When we get to the house, he realized that he has forgotten his keys. We can’t help getting started as were making out on the front porch while he’s figuring out how we are going to get in the house. After a few tense, excitable moments, he makes a crucial decision. He decides he needs to kick down the door to his house. In one of the most sexual expressions of male prowess and strength, he hikes up his pants a bit and kicks the door down. The door hits the floor and we are racing to the bedroom.
Our clothes magically disappear and before I know it, I’m face down in his crotch and he is face up in mine. We are scratching at each other, slapping and moaning in pleasure. He gets on top of me. I grab on to his muscular arms and gasp for breath as he tries to get inside. It hurts, but in the best way. He’s pulling on my hair and taking my breath away.
I grab at him and throw him on his back. There are no lights on in the room, but the moonlight peeking through the blinds leaves stripes on my back. That’s all he can see as I grab at the edge of the bed and his feet. He pulls me back so that my back is on his chest. He’s holding onto me like I would actually run away.
Then he says “on your knees”. I’m painting my face, mouth and the back of my throat with him. I climb back up on the bed. I’m bending over, clutching at a pillow as I know what’s coming. Every thrust feels better than the one before it. He stops and kneels behind me so that I can “get mine”.
He’s not finished with me yet as he picks me up off the bed. I wrap my arms around his neck, lock my legs around his waist and hold on for the ride. I’m biting on his delicious lips and hold on tight because this feels superb. I’m looking in his eyes because I know he can’t take much more.
He lays me back on the bed and snuggles between my legs. Every move is concentrated, deep, long as he continues his quest. I rake my nails up and down his back and as I feel him start to tense up, I squeeze every part of him and my kitten tighter. He let’s go of what he was trying to give me for that hour of bliss. We both collapse under the moonlight and relish in the aftermath of the pleasure we just experienced.
Well, hope you enjoyed the ride! I’m going to really work on writing fiction pieces, but I have so many good stories to tell I can hold off on making them up for the moment