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Saturday, August 6, 2011

The Visitor

Eve thought, had anyone found out, they'd think she was crazy. But she figured giving him the keys to her apartment was the best idea she'd had since buying her very first vibrator at age 17. To be awoken at 2am to the feel of his fingers at play was the highlight of her day. Or night...
She liked that he was comfortable enough with the idea, that if he was in need of some physical attention,he could just walk in and pull the covers back and satisfy himself, and her in the process.
And last night was no different....


Sound asleep and dreaming of whatever nonsense was rolling around at the moment, Eve started to feel a slight breeze. She normally didn't sleep naked. Especially in the dead of winter. But for whatever reason, she did last night. Without opening her eyes, she started to reach for the blanket and felt warm flesh. Not knowing if she was dreaming or not, she decided to keep her eyes closed, just in case. Because if this was a dream, she had no intentions of waking up.

Feeling her way around, she sensed what she had come to her for. Eve realized he must have been wanting this for a while now, because he was rock hard already. And confirmation of that fact came, when, without delay, he slid himself between her thighs and entered her. She must have been dreaming of naughty things, she thought, because she was soaking wet and dripping, making his welcome into her insanely easy.

Without a word, he began to pump his hips into hers. And matching every thrust, she pulled him further into herself. She wanted all of him inside of her. And his intention was to give her everything he had. The mixture of their juices began to make a beautiful noise. A noise she knew he loved so much. The slapping of wet flesh followed, and the heat caused by the friction of their bodies devouring each other filled the air. Cold sweat dripped form their naked bodies, making puddles beneath them.

Needy and greedy. Wanting and taking. He flipped her over and raised her hips ever so slightly and entered her from behind. Grabbing hold of her hips, he forced his way into her and took all she had, making it his. Reaching around, he took her beyond climax by rubbing her hard, wet clit. Once he knew she had been satisfied, he pumped even harder to have his release.

Feeling him get close, Eve began to squeeze his manhood within her. Her grip tightened as he came. 
Like a soldier defeated, he lay atop her, gasping for breathe. Then still, without a word, he slipped out the door.

Yeah, Eve thought.....If this was all a dream, She had no intention of waking up.


1 comment:

Bill the Butcher said...

A slight mix of metaphors - "cold sweat" is usually meant to arise from fear - but otherwise well-written. You have a talent worth cultivating.

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