kat_attack
pride princess
Posts: 250
Location: east van
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I have a new inspiration in my life, who's away until the 29th, but every time we speak, I am drawn to writing out fantasies we shall soon embark on. These are just a few short versions of desires I wake up each morning, longing for, the last one, being something I would love to be able to find a venue for.
Fantasy #1
I want to tie your hands up against the rods of my shower, lean you back and turn on the water, soaking your entire body until its ready for me. I want to watch you drip, take in your beauty, then from behind, slide down and lick the drops off your skin, paying attention to each curve, and then go lower and suck the wetness from your cunt, burrying my head between your legs, gripping your slick thighs, clawing my nails down your back, making you cum all over my face, drinking in your juices and then coming up to kiss you, hard. Un-tying you then, and pushing you against the tiles, ramming my fingers into your cunt, 3 then 4 as you swallow up the fifth, so wet I slide in easily and beging pumping in and out, hard and fast, my teeth against your shoulders, my free hand covering your mouth from screaming as you bite down on my knuckles while I fuck you deep and long until you contract around my hand and shutter, knees giving out, as I catch you and turn you under the water, soaking your heated skin and washing away your sins...
Fantasty #2
You're DJ-ing, music pumping, your hands spinning, brining out beats that set me going. You pull me into you, starting our own rhythm, bodies moving together, you bring my hands to spin records now, my heart beating so fast I think I'll collapse, yet i'm grinding my ass into your cock, so hard, I want you to take me there, without them knowing. Pulling back into you, feeling you slide in, the weight of in my cunt is full and yet you keep spinning, concentrating on making me cum with the heat of the song. My hands caress the backs of your legs, pulling you further into me, thrusting my ass against your cock, on the verge of cumming all over you. You twist my head around to kiss me, sliding your tongue between my lips, juices mixing all over our bodies as I contract my cunt around you and cum standing there, while you spin for them.
Fantasy #3
You pick me up in your truck, i'm wearing a black pleated skirt, red button up jacket. You open the door like a gentleman, noticing the lines of my legs as I slide into the seat. You enter from the other side, and I cannot control myself, and push you up against the the steering wheel, my legs still hanging out the door, your hands pressed up against the windshield, I smother you with my mouth. You push me back, ripping open my jacket to reveal, naked skin, your hand wanders up my skirt to find, bareness there, just the heat of my cunt waiting for you. The truck is small, but we make room, your fingers reach into my cunt, my hand unbuttons your pants, finding you hard and ready for me. You fuck me slow, thumb rotating on my clit, my fingers drawing out your wetness, bringing them up to taste you on my lips. My legs now spread apart, lying back on the seat, head hanging out the door, heels crashing into the window as you move your head between my thighs sucking me gently, wanting me to want it more. People pass but we notice only what's infront of us, and how the windows steam even with the door open. We play each other's bodies until we pulsate in orgasmic rhythm on each other.
Fantasy #4
I line your naked skin with words you've inspired me to write, down your neck, shoulder blades, across your hips and breasts, down your spine, the backs of your legs, the slope of your thighs. All the words you've brought out in me. We arrive at an open mic, and i'm ready to reveal my piece to them all. I place you on stage, behind the lights, not wanting them to see you, yet. I read a piece that builds up the suspense, the desire in the room grows under the words I repeat from my lips. And then the lights reveal you, standing there, head tossed to the side, legs spread slightly apart. And then the music you have created turns on, and I move around you, gliding my hands just above your skin, not touching you yet. I pull your head back, dragging my teeth against your neck, as I rip your shirt, reaveling words scattered on your skin, and then i turn around you, and rip the front wide open, your naked skin revealing the poem you've created in you. I slide down your body, your pants, dragging off you as I go, more words, more naked skin. I tear at you until you're raw and naked standing there, and then i move my fingers along the lines of my poem, reading them as I go. Ending at your feet, which I bow down and worship as the lights fade upon us.
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This post has been edited 1 time(s), it was last edited by kat_attack: 09-11-2006 10:47.
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