A Fantasy

I sit on my black couch considering my next move. The darkness is seductive tonight. A cool breeze blows through open windows. With each strong gust of wind, candles seem to fight to maintain its light. The quiet semblance relaxes my taut and tired muscles. I shift slightly feeling the friction between my legs. Surreptitiously, hands travel down my thighs as fingers brush against my second pair of lips. Probing deeper, I slip one inside the silky walls saturating it within the syrupy wetness. I want to continue but resist urges to further touch my darkness in anticipation of that euphoric rush of orgasm.

Thoughts refocus on you and your growing desire for me. Thus far, we have only communicated via computer and to spice up our nightly typewritten exchanges, I decided to send you a sound clip of one of my masturbating sessions. I came so hard that night and it was all your fault. Our last conversation that night left me so hot I had no other choice but to pleasure myself. Knowing it was being recorded turned me on even more and the end result definitely expressed the mounting excitement, as I’m sure you would agree. I think about you sitting there, in the darkness of your own sensuality, playing me over and over again and coming to the very sound of my screams.

The need in between demands my attention. I slowly lift my skirt and with eyes closed my fluttering heart sends me off into a fantasy…

You’re half-sitting on a chair unaware of my presence. You’re not wearing a shirt and I can see that your hand is inside your pants. The music of my voice whispers pleasures of delight, its sound bouncing off the walls. Each arousing and melodic moan strikes the silence like distant thunder. You’ve memorized the changing pitch of my cries along with every quiver and every shuddering breath. I watch you. I hunger for you. But I wait. Hands covertly move to your aching hardness and you begin fondling yourself to the rhythm of my breathless gasps. Throwing your head back in blissful rapture, the symphonic chanting compels you to reach inside and touch the commanding flesh. Silence pierces the darkness and I make my move.

With the gracefulness of a ghost, I appear from the depths of the shadows calling your name. The sound lingers then fades in echoing vibrations. Cloaked in darkness, I coquettishly saunter towards you. I’m wearing a long red sleeveless dress, which accentuates my full breasts revealing every curve of my body. Sweet and sultry scents of lust fill the air and wrap around us. We search each other’s eyes. Eyes overflowing with lust. I can’t wait any longer.

You try to get up from the chair but I push you back down. Taking your hands, I bring them to my swelling breasts. Hands on hands we caress them, gently at first, our eyes never leaving each other’s sight. Guiding your fingertips to my nipples you press into them with the pads of your thumbs. Your fingers pinch and squeeze and tease. I let the straps of my dress fall off my shoulders and expose my breasts to you. You suck on them fervently and make each bite sting. Your hands travel down my body to my hips and you grab my ass. Bending down, I take your face in my hands. Your skin is flushed with heat. I press my lips on yours and the stormy passion or our kiss takes us on a whirlwind of ecstasy.

You pull my dress all the way down to the floor. I lift up one leg and rest my foot on the chair, exposing my darkness to you. Touching myself I bring wet fingers to your mouth and you hungrily suck on them. I take your hand to where it’s hot and dark and you start to stroke my full outer lips. Your thumb moves in little circles against my clit. And then, like tentacles of an octopus, fingers go deep inside the velvet entrance.

My breath is rapid and erratic as I move my hips to the rhythm of each deep thrust. I’m moaning. I’m telling you how much I like it. I want to make it real for you. I want to give you a live performance of the sounds that have played in your secret fantasies. Your sex is hard and ready to go but first you bring your face to my dripping darkness and begin to feed.

You first kiss and lick the inside of my thighs as fingers continue to penetrate. As your tongue begins a wicked dance on my clit, my body starts to shake and intense flushes of heat and pleasure consume me. The sensations and manipulations of your mouth make me scream as I come all over your face. But you don’t dare stop then. Putting my clit between your teeth you gently bite and nibble until I lose all control and come again. The sound has become an addiction with me as the cause, effect, and cure.

Wanting you inside me now I push myself away. My body is tingling all over. You come at me and crush your mouth on mine. I can taste myself. Our kiss grows urgent and almost dangerous. Your mouth again closes around my burning nipples. You suck and bite on them until I can’t stand it any longer. I stare at you with eyes that scream seduction and grab hold of your throbbing sex and slowly stroke it. When the pace quickens you gasp and moan hot fire into my ear. Grabbing your hips I kneel before you and start licking and sucking while my hands fondle your tender balls. Concentrating for a moment on the tip of your shaft, I take my time running my tongue along the sides, playfully teasing it with my lips. I then suck on your balls making low vibrating sounds. Your moans tell me to continue as I take you full in my mouth, pushing you deep inside until it hits hard against the back of my throat. Although you beg for me to let you come, I only tease, making you wait.

Still on my knees I look up at you and without another word spoken you know I’m ready. Lifting me up you push me against the wall and slide inside me. My legs wrap around you and I grab onto your shoulders. With the intensity of waves crashing against the shore we move together. You sinuously move in and out reaching places deep within that make me shudder. My hands clasp behind your neck as each hard thrust brings us closer. Lost in pleasure we come together.

The sound of me coming brings me back. Back to my reality. Back to the covetous darkness. I bring my drenched fingers to my face and smell the scents of my desire and breathe in deep. Not two minutes later the phone rings and it’s you. I wonder if you knew.