Monday, April 30, 2012

Jump Cut

Fitful sleep. A night of sirens, police choppers, climbing, roaring, planes. Tossing, turning, this weary body unable to rest. Sleep, sweet sleep, but only for a few precious moments, awoken again by the shadows clawing, touching, dancing across the walls. Waking at dawn, eyes stinging from little slumber, the birds singing, intermittently breaking the silence of the world around me safely tucked up in its bed.

And now, now, a restlessness born from the phantoms of the night, from the visions of the figure hovering over me, and now, now, a disquiet born from this yearning, this craving constant, unerring to have you, to have you, to have you in my bed, to have your hands on my body, to have you in my sex, to have you in every way I imagine, in every way I’ll never forget, in all the ways that hurtle through this mind, this body, this sexual soul, the images, the visions, whirring, racing, my fingers seeking out the soft, aching centres of pure sensation, the images, the visions flashing, rushing, jump cuts, time fragmented, space morphed, broken, each scene barely lingering, there and gone before it is present, an assault on my senses, scent and tang and the musk of naked bodies, the light, the darkness, the dim afternoon, that sultry jazz ballad weaving, binding us together, the rain splattering, the storm raging, the sun blistering our skin, your tongue tracing the outline of my lips, the kiss gentle then bruising, our mouths mashed together, hungry, devouring, clothes torn, shredded, your strength bending me backwards, bending me over the arm of the sofa, my breasts pressed into the table cold and wooden, your cockhead teasing my clitoris, your thumb feeding itself into my mouth, my lips and tongue suckling, devouring, fellating, craving most of all the cock standing proud between your legs, the collision of flesh, flesh on flesh, man in woman in a heated, carnal frenzy, my hand around your cock sliding you effortlessly into my hot, plump sodden cunt, my back arching, my legs wrapped tight around your waist, rubbing, sliding, sweat fusing, separating, our bodies on the floor fucking hard and mad and loud, my body beneath you, rising up to meet you, to have you inside me, another part of me, your cock swallowed by my cunt, your thick hard shaft teasing, gliding between the impossibly smooth dripping lips of my sex, my tongue licking the pearl of precum nestled in your head, your hand inside my panties as the movie screen flickers, as the sound booms around us, your fingers pressing inside me, curled and tucked, fucking me, killing me softly, my mouth moaning into the cock gliding between my lips, sucking you, willing you to come, willing your come to rise up and drown and mark and own me, your face between my legs, on your knees, licking and eating my cunt in that dark sheltered alleyway, the bustle of the city just a few short metres away, your eyes, your face, your mouth, your words of lust whispered hotly into my ear, your stubble on my neck, on my thighs, the globes of my arse, your flesh buried deep inside that forbidden virginal place, your flesh buried deep, deep, so deep, finding that little death and once again life, your flesh, your flesh, your come, my own fingers a fucking, fingering blur, my body spread out, this body breaking, my gasp, my moan, your name, my cry, your name ringing out, shattering, shattering the hush, demolishing the bricks and mortar of this haunted little room.

6 comments:

JM said...

Fuck!

I am speechless!

This is the most incredible piece. Amazing, intense, beyond simple erotica. In fact there are no words that come to mind strong enough to do this justice....

Instead I stand in awe and offer you my applause to your genius.

J xxx

Jack and Jill said...

Sexy words, vivid imagery, enticing pace. Posts like this inspire orgasms.

Anonymous said...

You commandeer these hands with extraordinary ease CM.. and steer them willingly into action.. down alleyways of desire.
bhp

Cheeky Minx said...

JM: You're far too good to me, J. I think I may need to find a way to repay your kindness - and revive (and then quickly destroy) your power of speech...

Jack and Jill: If I have managed to inspire at least one with this piece, I'll be a very contented minx...

bhp: I have a sneaking suspicion you would also take possession with a dizzying ease.

Oh, what I'd give right now for those "alleyways of desire"...

Southern Sir said...

This is....this is just unbelievable, the sheer intensity, had me gripped; or was it me gripping you? Lost it the words the emotions. The raw gut wrenching passion....like a wave washing over me.
You are like a wave building slowly, rising reaching a crescendo, then crashing down in utter ecstasy!

Cheeky Minx said...

Southern Sir, you have left me breathless, speechless, humbled by the intensity of your words. I can only hope my pieces have this effect each and every time...