Raining In My Head

It’s raining out. Pouring actually. It’s coming down so hard that it hurts your skin. But it’s a good kind of hurt. At least for me. I stand in the middle of the street watching the rain. Entranced. Above me dark clouds are huddling together to gain more power, more strength. The reverberating thunder is a comfort. Always has been. I look up and into the eyes of the storm and wish it could somehow swallow me whole. All these feelings inside, feelings I’ve gotten too good at denying are demanding to be released. I don’t know how much longer I can do this. The rain falling on my face blends with the tears, but they are not tears of sadness; they are tears of longing. Tears I cry for you. There’s a fire in my soul, a fire you ignited. It burns me. It threatens my very existence. It fills me with dark needs. A need to be out of control as well as controlled. A need to be treated like a bad girl. A need to be taken, forcefully. Being ravaged by the dark touch of a new lover is all I can think about.

The thunder is getting louder. The rain is falling harder. I’m dripping wet and should probably go inside somewhere and dry off. What I really should do is run but I cannot. I will not. Not this time.

I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I’m half out of my head. For what seems like a lifetime I’ve been searching for something. A silent understanding. A special connection running so deep that it hurts. Aches. Bleeds. Something that goes far beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. Lust. Darkness. Love. Pain. Pleasure. Something all encompassing. Something imaginary but real. And I never thought I would find it. Until now. Until I met you.

I aimlessly walk the barren streets, unaware of my surroundings. The rain is relentless but I don’t care. It feels good to be in this storm right now. Feels like here is where I’m meant to be. I’m lost in thoughts of you. Wanting your touch. Feeling that pull. I feel anxious, determined, and like the storm, somewhat unpredictable. I cannot trust myself. My body needs your body. You have gotten inside me. You have unlocked the door and all I need to do now is pull you inside.

Lightning momentarily illuminates the darkened sky allowing me to temporarily see in quick flashes. I look across the street and for a moment see you there. I shake the image away, thinking it’s my overactive imagination at play, but when the lightning strikes again you are there watching me. Waiting for me. That’s when everything changes. The world around me ceases to exist. I feel dizzy. My heart picks up speed. My stomach churns. I cannot breathe. I am shaking uncontrollably from the need. The way my body responds to the sight of you is as if I just did heroin. My breasts are engorged, my nipples are tingling. The familiar ache between my legs is relentless. You look so sexy standing in the rain. Your eyes are locked on mine. The desire emanating from them. It’s making me feel uncomfortable. It’s making me feel dirty. It’s making me want to come for you.

You are so close now. You are flowing inside me. You are sizing me up and claiming me for your own. I feel helpless. I want you so badly. My senses are heightened. I want to touch you, kiss you, feel you, but most of all I want to fuck you. I want to feel your cock inside my wet pussy. I stand there soaked from the rain but I’m hot to the touch. I’m burning up. I feel like I could be an animal for you. I want to be an animal for you. Like I was meant to be an animal for you. The attraction between us is strong but the need is stronger.

I have a choice to make. I can turn around and never look back. Stifle all these lustful desires and go back to the painful normalcy that my life has become. Or I could go to you, fall into your arms and let everything out. Let the real me begin to live.

You stand there in the rain overwhelmed by these dark and lustful feelings. The way I bring out the animal in you. The way that part of you needs to be free. Out of control. Out of you mind. How many times have I fucked your mind? How many times have I made you come without ever touching you? All the while this need is building and building to where you are about to explode. Your cock aches to be inside my darkness; inside my mouth. Your lips were meant to be kissed by me. It’s now or never.

I watch in awe as you cross the street. I don’t even try to move. I am helpless. Your power over me is stronger than death. You rush towards me, grab the back of my head, and kiss me. When our lips touch I am yours. You open my mouth with yours and our tongues begin a sensual dance. Sucking. Licking. Swirling around. Exploring. Tasting. Learning every part. The intensity of the kiss mixed with the falling rain on my hot skin is enough to make me want to open my soul to you and let you fuck it into oblivion.

Around the corner leads into an alley. You take my hand and lead me down the abandoned street. I don’t care where we go as long as I’m with you. The rain is not letting up. It’s coming down in sheets of madness. The sky is darker now, with the promise of night approaching fast. You push me up against a brick wall and kiss me again. You hike up my skirt and lift one of my legs, holding it firmly around your waist. Your rub my clit through my panties. I’m so aroused and you can feel it as my kisses become more insistent. You slip fingers inside my open pussy and I start to thrust my hips. You finger fuck me hard and fast while your thumb rubs my engorged clit. I can feel the orgasm building up when you suddenly stop and drop down to your knees. My pussy is throbbing now. You lift up my skirt; pull down my panties and say, “I need to taste you.” Then you spread my legs and when you touch my clit with your tongue I nearly spasm out of control. I press the palms of my hands against the wall and raise my head offering it to the falling rain.

The combined sensation of your tongue and the rain pouring down on me is incredibly sensual. I feel like I’m in a dream. You grab onto my ass and really start to get lost in the folds of my pussy. I then let myself go and begin to grind as your tongue is licking, sucking and biting. When I come you kiss my clit and suck on it, pushing my pussy further into your face. A rush of intense heat spreading from my clit overpowers me and my body starts to shake. You keep your mouth on my pussy, clearly on a mission of your own. You put my clit between your teeth and start to flick your tongue in such a way that I come again; my body trembling with spasms of raging lust. Then you stop and pull away.

I watch as you lick your lips and come at me full force. I see the hunger. Feel the fever. My pussy needs to be filled by your hard cock. You kiss me again and I crazily bring my hands down to your pants. You help me release your hard cock and then lift me up to where my legs are wrapped around your waist. When I feel the pressure of your cock inside my wet pussy I am lost in you. I put my arms around your neck and we fuck with fury, necessity, and purpose. I’ve never felt so open, uninhibited, and free. Each thrust and every touch is driven by an almost possessive kind of lust. Our kisses are almost frantic. Our fucking turns animalistic. Our desires dominated by the darkness of our needs.