I think, perhaps, I fell from the sky.
My memory is hazy.
Sounds of splashing, squeals of laughter.
Playful beings, so strange to me then.
Stranger to me now.
Absorbed in their games,
they never saw me plunge -
arms and legs akimbo,
wind roaring in my ears.
Plop into their midst I tumbled,
cast out, I suppose, from some heaven
Tell me, please,
how does one behave?
You all seem to know.
Tell me, please,
I haven’t a clue.
Been here years, but
I feel so strange.
Don’t mind me,
I’m just dropping in.
We’ll always have Paris. And Paris will always have our hearts.
Resistance is futile…
There is something so raw & savage to this - while interrupted by something so tender and caring. It’s always appealed - this beautiful mix of raw sensuality.
Sitting here at the gala, wearing my best, such as it is. I want to dance; need to dance. To hold someone in my arms. To feel their arms around me. Their heart beating. Our bodies touching. Alive. All I have to is get up, walk up to someone - anyone - and ask. All I have to do…
The room pulls back slowly. Time slows, condenses, then stops. I am here. There world is “over there”. The distance between us grows deeper. I feel a cold ache.
All I have to do…
Through a haze of pleasure I hear you whisper
“It’s almost obscene…”
I open my eyes to find you staring past my shoulder. I twist in your lap to see what has your attention, never stopping the rocking of my hips against you.
As your hand covers one rounded cheek, gripping your fleshy prize and watching in the large mirror I’d just purchased you again whisper,
“It’s almost obscene the way my cock splits your pussy. Your labia stretched around my shaft. Your juices slipping out to drizzle my balls as my cock plumbs the depths of your pussy.”
Your words, murmured low and vibrating against my skin send a shiver through my body and my pussy clenches on your cock imbedded deep within me. I know you noticed the effect as I feel the small smile against my breast as your teeth capture my nipple. Your hand tightens on my ass, guiding my movements as I continue to rock my hips, feeling the delicious friction of you sliding inside me.
I can’t hold in my whimper at your next sentence.
“Fuck yourself on my cock, baby. I want to watch.”