From the Break of Day to the Midnight Storm

I woke alone, naked beneath the crisp, cotton whiteness, the birds chirping, sun shining, my body reaching, reaching out for that absent other, for him, for the sweetness of his touch.

I woke with this yearning, as I invariably do each and every day, with the longing for that sleepy, somewhat dreamy caress, for the sensual intimacy unique to the breaking of a brand new day, for the coming together of my soft feminine slightness and his warm, imposing strength, for his fingers, for your fingers, your fingers trailing the line of my neck, for your palm resting lightly against my face, for your tips teasing at the lobe, weaving through the curls at my nape, for the lips brushing the very trail your digits had forged only moments before, for your kiss, profound and searching, for my body opening to yours, for my leg hooked over your muscular thigh, for your glans, hard and thick and burnished sliding through the plump, bright, glistening folds, for your shaft, pulsing, hungry nudging at my needy portal, for your hand on my curves, on my hip, for mine on your chest, your shoulders, around your neck, for the moment of our meeting, for that resistance, for that acceptance, for that give, for that take, for that pure and perfecting and violating bliss, for your flesh buried so deep I know not where I begin or where you end, for the crest, for the peak, for my come on your cock, for your come splashing against my walls, for the come I need to feel, to be woman, to be alive, to be complete.

And now the morning has faded and the darkness is here and the summer storm is raging and with it appears the vampiric lust that taunts me in the night, that need for your carnality, for the beast who rises with a look, with a breathtaking ease, for the wolf at one with the thundering skies, with the lightning and its violent platinum whip, for the one who will patiently stalk me as I enter the room dressed in this diaphanous ebony finery, in the accoutrements of femininity you love so very well, in the laces, silks and satins you will tug and tear and shred to have me exposed to your needs, to have me as you want me once again, to truly possess this fair and burning flesh, to fuck me, to fuck me hard, to fuck me from behind bent over the frame of the bed, to fuck me, to fuck me hard and fast to the limit, to the edge, to fuck this tight little cunt like the crashing world outside will end, to fuck me until I whimper, until I cry, until I scream, until you groan, until you roar, until my juices and your seed blister their way into our skin, into our flesh, into our very souls.