A Dark, Realistic Fantasy
Even teenagers have some hardcore fantasies. There is a very small line between pleasure and pain, and if you find the right person, you can walk that line everytime.
A Dark, Realistic Fantasy belongs to the following groups:
The Sensual WordThe Strength of your arms,
Gently pushing me down into the mattress.
The pressure of your teeth on my most delicate skin.
The cold metal of handcuffs going around my wrists,
As you look at me with what has nothing to do with love,
And everything to do with sex.
The heavy weight between your legs begins to buldge,
As you lower yourself,
Pressing all your weight against my lower body.
The feel of you through your pants,
Makes me catch my breath,
Short gasps,
As my eyes roll to the back of my head.
You lower your head,
Blowing you hot breath along my body,
Biting every so often.
A quick flick of the tounge,
And a mark that begins to bruise.
Agian, the catching of breath,
The long wait,
Wanting you to do more,
Then, suddenly you’re back above me,
No shirt,
Just the long lines of your upper body,
Making me hunger for your touch.
Nails, fingers sliding so slowly,
Down the sides of my body.
Leaning forward,
Makes me struggle.
Your hands are back on my arms,
Pushing me down,
More force.
It feels soooooooo good.
I try to raise to meet you,
To tell you I’m ready.
Yet you ignore, to continue to tease.
Slipping off of garments,
exposing me to your every will.
Agian, fingers tracing,
Lower this time.
Playing just outside of pleasure.
Lowering your head again,
Teeth graze the most delicate of parts,
So close, just a little harder.
A flick to tounge,
And you enter,
If feels so wonderful,
Then, Back above me,
Your pants gone this time.
The push of you ready,
sends chills down my spine.
Makes me shudder.
That reaction makes you close your eyes,
Throw your head back.
A small moan escapes my mouth,
As you ready yourself,
A slight push,
A small struggle,
You’re in.
The steady rhythm, a beat,
You bring my breath in short gasps.
Not ready to release,
Not ready to let me go.
A long embrace,
Filled with struggle,
Teeth bite down,
Me neck aches.
A handful of hair,
And a hard pull of your strengh.
Again, a Cry, of pain,
Yet which brings great pleasure.
Slowly, you draw out,
Making the pleasure almost inbearable.
To much, and already the pounding begins.
Your mouth covers the hard round of my nipple,
As your teeth graze,
Your tounge flicks,
And you throat begins to suck.
You pull away, with a quick bite,
Another flick of the tounge.
I throw my head back,
And you plunge back inside.
Finally, you go,
collapse of bodies,
My legs go numb,
No one is going to be walking,
For at least another five minutes.
Agian, you raise up,
Ready to start agian.
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