I stare at the door for a moment.
314
I check the scrap of paper.
Double Tree off Main; Rm 314
This is it. You’re behind the door. I knock. My stomach flips.
An eternity later, the door opens. Silence for another eternity.
You’re beautiful. Vivid. Vivacious. Radiant. So many other adjectives that don’t come across in a jpeg on my screen.
We don’t speak as you let me in. I sit on the couch. You drop to your knees. Our eyes remain locked.
I want to look at you. Bathe in your beauty.
You want to suck my cock. Bathe in my semen.
You win.
The way your eyes smile while you nibble on the head. The way your lips glisten in the light as they stretch. The coolness of your hand.
Suddenly I want you. I did before, but now I want to make you mine. I want to fuck your face,
fuck your throat,
fuck your tits,
fuck your cunt,
fuck your ass;
pull your hair,
slap your tits,
spank your ass
until I can’t hold back any more.
My dreams come true as I pump my seed onto your face. You watch me the whole time. You never flinch as I draw lines on your glowing face.
This had been fourteen days in the making, and I didn’t even last fourteen minutes.
This time.

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Twitter: @aphrodite44
Very short and very hot…you have a knack for getting to the point in a few powerful words that conjur vivid images. ;)
Thanks. The style for this one came out on its own, but I think it works well =)
Twitter: @xxCanadianChick
Gawd… this made me so wet.
Amazing! So well written! Great job!
Thanks… glad you liked it so much ;)