She awoke to this feeling of longing, wondering if he was thinking of her at this very moment.
He consumed her every thought. She was always waiting, wanting, needing to feel him.
She reflects back to the place where this mysterious dark God had once taken her in her dreams.
The night was cold, dark and dreary. Eager to see him once more she departs from her safe haven.
Her milky white flesh was like a light in all of the darkness. As she wandered thru the lonely shadows the red satin gown she wore revealed her erect nipples and cascaded over every curve of her succulent body.
Feeling his presence all around her and eager to feel him once more she selfishly followed his voice.
Not really knowing what it was that had her wanting, needing to feel him. Just knowing she had to have him once more.
And as fast as he had disappeared the night before, he now stood in front of her, his hand reaching for hers. Scared but curious she accepts.
His hands are cold but firm. His eyes are dark but glisten with passion for he has wanted and waited to have her as his own.
He knows she wants him but senses her nervousness. He pulls himself next to her as his hand moves across her delicate skin as if stroking her body like a cat ….. she moans. She knows she needs him.
She is no longer frightened of this dark God….only obsessed.
She has seen this place in her dreams. And as she moves slowly thru the gloomy halls of the dungeon her heart is pounding with anticipation… for she knows he is waiting for her.
Wanting her, needing her, he feels every beat of her heart, like it was his own.
After what seemed to be an eternity she saw a faint shadow in the distance. Not caring, that her satin gown was nearly in shreds and revealing the slashes in her skin, she proceeded to find her God amongst the darkness.
And once again he appeared out of the shadows.
Broad-shouldered, strongly built, strikingly handsome with eyes dark as the night sky. He stood confident as he beckoned her to come to him.
She obeyed his voice as she did many times before.
As she came closer to him she was wet with excitement of wanting to feel him against her body. Just his presence made her quiver inside.
Wanting to please him in every way, she began to gently lick and suck her fingers moving her hands slowly over her glistening milky white breasts, pausing to touch and twist her already erect nipples.
Ever so slowly she continued the journey to her place of unspoken pleasures. As she looked into his dark eyes she slowly enters herself and moans. Her juices are sweet and he wants to taste her.
But she is in control. (So she thinks.) She takes her sweet succulent juices to her mouth and slowly licks them from her fingers and ever so lightly kisses him on the lips. He desperately reaches for her. But she refuses to give in. Eager to taste him she kneels in front of him, caressing his massive throbbing muscle in her hands. She slowly takes him in her mouth, feeling his body shudder from the passion deep within.
She’s tasted… now he wants to taste her. But he has a different kind of hunger.