Sunday, June 3, 2012

The Agony and the Ecstasy

This is torture. This desire, this need.

I’m so wet right now. Soaked, aching. My cunt is screaming, screaming for you. For you and only you. For your nakedness, for your hardness, for your body’s kiss.

This is torture. This is agony.

Yet, this is an agony ecstatic, one I merely want to prolong. I want this torture, I want to torture myself some more, I want you to torture me, to run your fingers and palms along the body here before you, to torment me with your mouth, your tongue, with your own burning need to feast. I want you to torment me, to tease me, to tease me with your cockhead, your thick uncut meat cleaving me open, sliding along my lips, along the path to my most intimate heat, nudging, nudging, meeting that point of delicious resistance then plunging yourself into me and fucking me, fucking me with slow and deep and decisive strokes, my legs around your waist, my body embracing you, my cunt clinging to you, my cunt a vice of flesh as I come over and again, hot and hard all over you before I make you withdraw just as you’re about to reach your own climax so you can erupt violently across the tightness of my belly, splashing against my labia, against my newly fucked sex, my fingers wrapping themselves around your shaft to press the tip of your glans to my clitoris to pleasure myself to another orgasm, your come spurting against that sweet, sweet spot, the scorching jets of your seed pushing me again to that white blinding light.

And as I come once again, I want you back inside me because I know that you’ll still be hard, I want you back inside me because it’s where you belong, I want you deep, I want you deep, to the hilt that has my back arching off the bed, I want you so deep your own need to come again will craze, will be maddening. I want you deep, I want you buried, I want you etched into my flesh. I want you deep, the slick sound of our arousal ringing in our ears. I want you deep, I want to watch, my eyes devouring the sight of your shaft glistening, conquering, emerging from that place, I want to reach down and touch the point where we are joined as one, to feel the wetness of our lust. I want you deep, I want you so deep inside me my heart skips, my mind fades, my breath ceases to be.

This is torture. This is agony. This desire, this need for you. And on this cold, stormy night, I wouldn’t have my ecstasy any other way.

6 comments:

OsShirt said...

Wow.

Southern Sir said...

Hang on while I catch my breath!

Jack and Jill said...

Yes please.

Sensuelle said...

Amazing post Minx - your words encapsulate the essence of need and desire and how it can overwhelm you - I'm awestruck.

both.hands.please said...

You have left me in quite a state here CM.. In ache and torture that is in dire need of my very own attention.

Sensational.

Cheeky Minx said...

Os: That one little word has hit the spot perfectly...

Southern Sir: There's no rush, SSir, we have all the time in the world...

Jack and Jill: How could I possibly refuse you?

Sensuelle: To leave you in such a state is the highest praise, my lovely. Thank you...

both.hands.please: Distance is a cruel mistress, bhp. If you were within my reach, I would gladly attend to that ache...