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As night drives away the day, creatures of the shadows appear filled with wicked intentions. Born from the fire of sienna and the muted light of a December night and baptized through blasphemy and fulfilled by the distillation of man’s secret desires they come forth seeking prey. He hungers for the excitement of flesh touching flesh.
You lay in a light slumber, cozy and warm on this March night. You feel a chill enter the room that stirs you. A shadow crept over to the bed. A scream comes to your throat as the covers are yanked away from your body. The chill in the air sends goose bumps over your exposed body. The weight of the shadow presses down on you as you struggle to get up. His hand is warm as it covers your mouth to suppress your scream. You struggle with your legs and your body trembles. You realize that this movement is only stimulating this shadow as you feel his erection press against your leg. Your eyes focus on the intensity of his eyes. His lips curl in a sneer as he see that you a vulnerable and at his mercy.
His hands work their way down to your breasts. You can feel the warmth of his breath on your neck. He kneads your breasts like a baker preparing dough. Your mind yells “No” but your body cries “Yes”. He laughs as he looks down upon your nipples and see how hard they are as he fondles them. He begins to pinch the nipples and a gasp escapes from your mouth. Waves of sensation course through your body and you can’t determine if it is pleasure or pain. All your senses are raw and awake.
You’re shocked at the pleasure you feel as he guides a nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirls around your erect nipple. How hungry he must be as he suckles at your breast. He alternates between your two breasts. As one receives pleasure the other cries out for attention. You become aware of the mounting wetness between your legs.
His tongue and mouth glide over your body. You hear him chuckle as he smells and tastes the scent of arousal. Unconsciously, your legs part and welcome his advance. You feel his tongue flick over your womanhood and over your secret spot like that of a serpent. You throw your head back as he feasts upon you and he savors your delights. You explode and he drinks your nectar. Over again and again his tongue explores your intimate playground. His tongue laps at the wetness that has moisten your thigh and the cheeks of your buttock and crack. It feels like he has more than one tongue. He works his way back going as slowly as it took him to go down. His tongue and mouth roam over you again.
His lips press against yours and you can taste your sweetness upon them. His tongue explores your mouth and dances with your tongue. You moan “take me”. He rubs his swollen head against your clit. He teases you until you cry out again “ TAKE ME”. You are surprised how easily his shaft glides into you. You dig your heels into the bed and arch your hips up to match his thrusts. Your pubic bone grinds against his. Your hip bumps against his like rams butting heads. Instead of pushing away you dig your nails into his back. He thrusts hard into you and you moan with pleasure.
He pulls out and grabs your hips and flips you over. You immediately rise up onto your knees and raise your ass in the air. He guides his shaft back into you and grabs your hair. You buck like a wild horse and your mind pictures wild dogs mating. You feel his shaft grow inside you and you want him to explode and shoot his warm seed into you. Primal moans and grunts come from your mouth as your juices mix with his hot seed. Instincts take over like the kind that causes salmon to swim upstream against the current. You’re milking his shaft with your wet womanhood. You’re exhausted and you fall into a deep sleep. You think this must be a dream. But why is the sheet so wet and the scent of passion in the air?
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