Longing.
Entering this dormant den of desire, a male stranger
was clad in black leather pant and vest with matching
white cotton shirt. White, considered the color of
virtue, was something which constantly evaded him.
Wavy, dark brown to almost black hair, looking almost
like olive oil soaked licorice, would have given many
a female miles of cavities from being in this lusty
male's lair. Not muscle made, but body fit, this joltin'
Joe was a satisfying package.
With him, the fairer sex could envision a rainbow
if they wanted to, but most always saw dusk impending.
And there, in her apartment, he stood springy and
stilted all in one.
Honey blonde thatch, without sparkling sheen, hung
around her shoulders. Contained in an average body,
this female was a plain Jane, who exuded nothing spectacular
from her being. Scraping a bit beneath the surface,
you'd be pleasantly pleased at the woman under the
coy coating. Never being life's glittery diamond,
her essence was forever gold, for she was solid and
not an ethereal mist.
This was a woman who was stable as a table and not
a weed in the wind.
Fate forced their entanglement.
Drops of sweat began rolling down pale face, as this
male approached. With right hand reaching into a back
left pants pocket, he removed a singular object.
Flipping folded item into an open position, gave each
a ride on an emotionally heightened rollercoaster.
For him, it was comfort in the glow of cold steel.
As to her, it was a knotty trepidation into the unknown.
Twirling blade in a circular motion in that still
night air, a smirkish sneer came over this well experienced
male.
Looking at this succulent slice of femininity before
him, an erection was just a sneeze away.
"What do you want?" ,she chirped cautiously. "I thought
that was my question to you" ,his teeth snapped
back. Making a faulty attempt at avoiding him, she
slowly back herself towards the kitchen. With metal
equalizer in hand, he licked lips and said a four
letter word that would change the course of this evening's
events,
"Stop".
Hearing this, her tense arms and body pressed firmly
backwards, against an almond hued, oak counter top.
White knit cloth gingerly clung to her slightly shaking
thighs, as she tried to speak. Seeing tepid leaf in
luscious flesh, steel was placed solidly onto metal
edge of this sink area. Bending down slowly, his eyes
locked in on hers and muscular hands forcefully kept
hips in place. As if the bane of this male's virility
rested in those pair of items, she was contained for
the moment. Unable to look directly at this outlander,
those hazel eyes darted downward and to the left of
where he was situated. Pity for her, the only item
to gaze at was the cold wick of tempered taunting.
Not skipping a beat, he picked up on what she was
looking
at and gave chuckle and sigh, "Hmm". "Are you going
to hurt me?" ,teeth chattering and lips quivering.
Some kind of Goddamned swarmy, sweaty, slickly sleazy
charm came from him, as for the first time since he'd
entered her home, a teeth glistening smile was exposed
in response, "Only if you want me to"
"N, na, nah, no" ,taking tiny breaths of oxygen through
wiggling lips. Rising upward, his body paralleled
hers. The backside of a left hand rubbed against a
corresponding thigh, when suddenly stopping at a soft
pelvic region. Looking down at his hand's position
and back up at her eyes, tongue tip motioned against
teeth, "Not there, not yet" ,giving some delay in
future actions. Feeling this female's flesh vibrating,
one hand held her right hip and the other worked it's
way between breasts. While his hand planted firmly
on chest, she began gasping for more air, while those
luscious lungs continued to swell. Excited by this
development, a simple whisper into right ear came
from his lips, "And just for a moment think, I haven't
even entered you yet".
"O-oh" ,breathlessly murmuring.
For a brief second, debating this kitchen's kinky
continuation came through, "Tell me, this is what
you want,
correct?" Almost like a child giving nod of affirmation
over admitting the completion of chores, her head
began to bobble. e wanted more.
This is the reality that she knew would come forth,
so a whisper arrived, "Yes".
He wanted more.
Clearing throat of any blockage of volume, crisp
word was repeated, "Yes".
He wanted more.
Standing there, this woman was becoming a fidgety
female of impending frigidity, "What do you want me
to say?"
Planting hands on either side of this counter around
her and taking a straddling stance, a steely voice
pounced a response to that question, "I want you to
say yes. Yes, I want you with me. I want to be satisfied
and you want to be fucked. And you want me to be taken
care of the same way as I am. Lady, that's
what I want to hear, if this is what you really desire
from me, as I from you".
Holding left hand to his chest height, she compressed
against white cotton and muscle, while using a flirtatious
twist of a few exposed hairs amongst around a coral
painted nail, "Yeah, I do, I-I do" ,nervously nibbling
bottom lip, while exuding a whiff of embarrassment
over responding to this yearning male with a glint
of girlish torment.
Games of that sort, were not in his bag of temptation's
tricks, realizing it was up to this blooming blossom
in just how far this heated harvest would ascend,
"Show me, baby. Show me" ,speaking to her as if he
were an army drill instructor.
She wanted more.
Clasping his face in hands, she delivered a forcefully
placed kiss of lip saturating craving to him. Retaining
suntanned face in hands, she delivered a forcefully
placed kiss of lip saturating craving onto him. Simultaneously
exchanging air and saliva, as both faces parted slowly,
slim stream of liquid extended in midair.
"I guess this kitchen is apt to bring out the best
in you, huh?" ,chuckling in reaction to passionate
pout, he pressed his body against hers, leaving no
doubt on how she was affecting him.
"Whoa" ,sensing a shift in this man's physique because
of that kiss, she pushed hair to one side and stated
her intentions, "And I guess the best in you, too,
huh?"
Nary a word came from his mouth, as toned hands
groped her ample assets. Feminine hand fumbled towards
his legs, brushing area of manhood. Hidden beneath
leather pants, her fingers gradually pulled zipper
down. As if they were jelly doughnuts exuding rasberry
filling, each nipple bursted forward, underneath white
fabric. Rolling hem of this oversized sweater upward,
he exposed thigh, ice blue
panties and breasts to the yellow glow of this small
kitchen. Muscular hands enjoyed kneading this purring
kitten's dough of contentment. Teeth to red tip and
fingers pinching the other, made him laugh and her
growl.
Kneeling before him, her mouth resembled a sugar happy
kid with a lollipop, for she was eager to explore
the joys of polishing off an all day sucker.
Feverishly her mouth began gorging on a pair of
plump plums, leaving him no doubt on how carnally
capable she was in their robust rhumba. Plopping soft
flesh onto kitchen counter, his hands spread her thighs
wide, almost as if he were about to attach hat lantern.
There she was, open and ready for his grand performance.
His slender snake of seduction made it's journey against
valley of moist folds. Darting digits worked magic
on this droopy duo of fantasy's feathers. Her tiger's
eye was primed for piercing at this point, yet he
continued to tease it with a tongue tip.
"Tell me what you want" ,he gazed up at this lady
with dangling legs on a kitchen counter.
"I want you in me" ,her voice suddenly rose to a
higher level, "Take me to that place. Bring me to
a place of bliss". "It's where you belong" ,slowly
starting to stand up. Thighs pulled forward, he plunged
himself inside of her and they both let out a sigh
of relief at finally becoming a single entity. Wrapping
legs around his thrusting back, she got a thrill at
watching him plow her fields. Entangled together,
he panted, "Yeah, baby, this is what you want, right?"
"More, I want it all. Give it to me, now!" ,a stream
of tears began rolling down her cheeks at this moment
"My God, why are you crying?" ,motioning slower in
and out of her, he asked with concern.
"It's fine" ,letting him understand her response
to this present situation, she sighed, "No, don't
stop, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me with the fires
of hell and make me come!" Hearing those most desirable
words uttered from her lips, the moderately gentle
seduction of pleasure became a tear stained dash to
desire's dark den.
"YE-SSSS!!" ,they screamed in unison, as his rigid
rod spewed forth life's essence against her soaked,
throbbing lips. Both crumbled onto the tiled kitchen
floor, out of erotic exhaustion and a river of relief.
Under five moments, this male stood, zipped his pants,
closed metal item from sink edge and placed it into
a pants' picket. Bending down towards his pliable
playmate, he gave her that smile once more, "Clears
those cobwebs, huh?"
Reaching onto kitchen counter, she held knit sweater
around herself, "Does the trick everytime".
"Oh, no, baby" ,pulling cloth away, "Looks good just
as it is". Reclaiming sweater from him, she became
encased in an assertive membrane, "Thanks for the
ego boost, but I can't see you out in just nothing
but a gratified smile." ,covering her flesh quickly.
Lifting her up from kitchen floor with a firm left
hand, he
slyly licked lips, "Maybe, lady, you should" ,placing
arm around soft waist and softly whispering, "Cuz,
honey, if the people on the other side of that door
knew just how beautiful you truly are, they'd want
to know you just like I do".
Facial distortion of discomfort came over this female,
as she began to lead him towards the apartment door,
"That's not funny and I think your joke stinks". "Hey"
,removing arm from waist, he stopped her in their
tracks and placed hands on both supple shoulders,
"Does it look like I'm laughing?" "What are you doing,
huh?" ,slowly beginning to wiggle from his grip, "Let
me go". "Not until you listen to what I have to say
to you, woman" ,biting bottom lip, he continued, "You
have much more to give to this world than being tapioca".
Giggling, she couldn't believe this male's statement,
"So, after what just happened out there, you still
think I'm bland?" "Listen, don't laugh" ,sighing,
his mood turned sternly serious, "In describing you,
bland should be ripped from your lips, my dear" ,turning
into a cool cloud of charm once more, compliments
flowed into her midst, "Cayenne, salsa, chili peppers,
and jerk chicken is what ya' are, babe" ,discharging
hands from subject, he rubbed fingertips along those
substantial thighs, "Pity, you don't want to show
it to the world".
Shaking head in disbelief of these words he spouted,
she shrugged, "Oh, I couldn't do that, honey".
"Why? Hmm?" ,teeth glistened, "Scared?" "Of course,
I am" ,relaying a reality of self doubts and
recurring shyness.
"You show them out there, that you're constantly
afraid of your own shadow" ,pointing towards that
steel door, he squinted and changed course in this
speedy study, "When I know you are a woman who has
the ability to do many things. Most importantly face
challenges and chances".
"I can't possibly be that kind of person". "What's
stopping you, huh?"
"Look at me. Come on, I'm not what's considered beautiful,
by
anybody's standard" ,fingers began fidgeting, as she
honed in on
this male's reason for being there in the first place,
"I got you
here, oh, I know why I got you here" ,gazing downward
and
speaking in a lower tone of voice, barely audible,
she said,
"Pity".
"Pity?!" ,with razor of rage flyingg forth from his
lips and hands on hips, he let out a chuckle of incredulity,
"You think I'd waste my time, coming over here, on
a Goddamned pity fuck?!"
"You wanna to know something-" ,starting to let out
a sigh, she folded arms defensively and replying in
an exasperated voice, "I, I, I just, I just don't
know".
Rooster with ruffled feathers began to peck away at
this half baked theory, "Well, since you don't know,
I'll tell you!" ,raising eyebrows, he chirped at the
sparrow, "I'm intrigued by you".
"Me?" ,she asked with right hand pulling hair behind
ear, while giving him a sheepish look.
"O-o-ooh, yeah" ,affirmatively snickering in response
to this timid temptress, he winked at this radiant
rose, "You".
"I just don't know what to say".
"So don't talk, just listen to me" ,slapping his
hands together once, he flipped off several slick
suggestions to her, "You are an intelligent and shapely
woman. One who has many gifts, which I was more than
honored in partaking of". "But maybe I don't want
the world out there to know" ,demurely speaking, she
was taken aback by these flattering words. Engulfing
soft body in his arms, an unexpected statement was
made by him, "Then, it's their loss and my hopeful
gain".
"Um, so does this mean there will be a next time?"
,looking up at him, a smile came.
"That depends on you, babe" ,hands journeyed down
the sexy swan's back, while his eyes followed a trail
towards a pliable, peach patch.
"And" ,reacting to that ass grabbing, her voice
gently grumbled, "What could you possibly mean by
that?"
Abiding squeeze of flesh, his lightbulb of suggestion
renewed it's beam, "I think you know exactly what
I mean" ,caressing her back, "You shouldn't hide the
God given gifts you've got".
"But I'm not gonna look like I'm selling it on a street
corner" ,pressing body to his, she added, "Not even
for you, honey".
"Lady, I'd be a fool to cheapen platinum down to Reynold's
Wrap" ,running hands up and down her sides slowly,
his disarming magnetism consumed the living room,
"And my mamma didn't raise no
fools".
Audibly exhaling, this woman felt a sense of relief
in
realizing he didn't want to change who she was, "You
want me as
is?"
"Well, there's always room for improvement, for everyone"
,gazing this gentle specimen, letting out a light
laugh,
"Including yours truly".
"You've got great, natural blonde hair" ,twirling
a few
golden strands around his fingers, "Maybe a few curls
or waves,
will float many a boat" ,adding, "And an extremely
decent body"
,rubbing hands against those lovely hips, "I think
placing these
nice parts in an apt wrapping would make heads start
to turn and
imaginations start to race".
"Maybe I'm afraid?"
"Don't fear your own power, my dear" ,clasping her
left hand
in his, he smiled, "That's one of the things about
you that
really turns me on".
"Thanks".
"For what?"
"The tune-up".
"Well, ma'am, you're motor runs just fine".
"Thanks to you, lube dude" ,leading him towards the
door,
she slowly unlocked it and spoke, "When will we get
together
again?"
"I'll ring your bell" ,pecking fascinating femme on
right cheek, pearls glistened, "Farewell, intriguing
Iris".
As if he were the magic bullet penetrating her napping
nest of naughty needs, this male's attention was exactly
what she needed. With that thought in her swirling
mind, he walked down the hallway and disappeared into
the bank of elevators. Turning lock closed, she rested
invigorated body against cold, steel door.
Fulfillment.
OPENING ?
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BIO - SexyLexy is a New Yorker with an attitude.
Be it bottom or top, control is a delicious ride for
the soul, whether it be whole or lack there of. If
this tale of Collusion makes your mind melt, email
SexyLexy at: sexylexyusa@hotmail.com.
