my urges and longings

The meeting had been by chance… right place, right time, he walking out, checking his bearings before going uptown, she having just finished shopping, waiting for her car…

It was the Kiki de Montparnasse bag in her arms that struck his attention, first. He’d only known one other woman who’d worn that lingerie… that slightly older, more worldly, most sensual woman he’d become infatuated with before his current, corporate, buttoned-up world. He stammered a bit when she caught him in his momentary trance and stared back, a dangerous smile it seemed, crossing her face - but he regained his composure, started feeling his charm flush along with his skin…

The first dates were wonderful, intense, romantic, sexy… hotel rooms and backs of cabs, elevators, suites far above the city, losing track of where and when and in the end hardly caring… he’d never been with a woman who had such an appetite, who somehow took all of his energy and wanted more, taking in every thrust and touch and release, after he’d fuck her so hard his hair would be soaked, his mind dizzy… and that smile would remain, making him feel almost embarrassed with how badly he wanted to please her…

He’d learn… soon. There was reason that he’d felt absorbed by her, sexually, that even when he was poring every muscle into holding her up against the wall, pushing his cock to limits he didn’t know he had, that he felt she was, in some way, taking him… penetrating him…

Because that’s exactly what she wanted him to feel… all of his sexual energy reflecting back into her once she strapped on their dildo for that first time… he realizing what it felt like to open up… give up all the control that came with taking on the normal “masculine” role… and he loved it… craved it faster than even she expected… and wanted to keep pushing the boundaries with her… which she was only too happy to oblige, feeling her own body respond with each new test of how much he could give, and how much more she wanted.

their friends all felt envious but couldn’t ever put a finger on why… why they seemed to be teasing each other in some deep way even just around the dinner party table… why it was so clear by looking at them together that they had sex others could only dream or write about… why it seemed like he completely belonged to her… and she to him.

(Source: lustfulkitty)

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Posted on February 7th at 3:23 PM
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Originally posted by: lustfulkitty