My Lady

I found her on the internet. She was in Florida, but I knew she was coming to see me. We had talked before, just pleasantries, but we knew what each wanted. Her vehicle was silver/grey and very powerful, so much so that it spit fire, so much horsepower that it rumbled. It drew attention wherever it was and she, because she commanded it.

I waited with anticipation; she was traveling up the east coast and stopping occasionally to rest. I cleaned the house, I had to take my mind off of that which was inevitable, that being our meeting, that being our touch!

The day arrived; the dogs were restless as I fed them because they knew I was restless. They did not eat, they stayed in their houses. I waited on the back deck, I listened, and it was very quiet in the woods, very calm, I could hear for miles and I waited for the roar of her vehicle, I knew that once I heard that, my build up was soon to be satisfied. And then, like clockwork, the sound came, I could see the fire over the horizon, the fire that her vehicle spewed. I heard the roar. My heart leaped because I knew that soon she would be in my arms, soon we would be together. Soon we would share what we only dreamed about, our purpose.

She slowly entered my lane; I went downstairs and out the door to greet her. She left her vehicle running, but we did not think about that. We embraced softly, a gentle polite hug, knowing it was the right thing to do. I told her we would be together on the back deck, and she followed me. I noticed that her breathing picked up a bit, but I didn’t let her know that I noticed.

I sat on my lawn chair; she whispered that she was here for a purpose. I knew we had both seen that purpose many times before in our life times. She straddled me, I embraced her, she was wet and she made me wet. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to lick every inch of her wetness to quench my desires, I wanted to feel every inch of her, and occasionally I heard her vehicle as if it was beckoning her to it, but she stayed with me. She started slowly at first and then more passionately, more intensely. She gave me every inch of her being, she consumed me and it seemed like an hour. She raised her head, her hair tossed back and forth in the wind as if she commanded nature. I was helpless because I have never experienced anything that intense. I groaned an animalistic sort of groan produced by the pure pleasure of her being on my lap and how she was pleasing me. And then, it was over, as slowly as it started, it was ended and as we lay together on that deck, each in our wetness, reflecting on the passion, I told her that I loved her. Her vehicle had stopped, it was out of fuel. That was the best thunderstorm that I was ever in.

My Lady

Adam Andy

Peach Bottom, United States

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Anticipation leading to passion

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