The door is slightly open.The light I left on in the living room downstairs glows softly from the passageway.
I’m restless, edgy.My limbs feel heavy, too cumbersome to move.When I try to lift my head off the pillow, my neck feels as limp as a noodle.
A long sigh exhales out of my chest.
But I can’t take my eyes off that slim gap of light…
This is because I know that someone is standing in the passage shadows.
I think it was a sound that woke me, but I’m not sure.Was it a knock or a bump?Am I really lying here in the middle of my precious sleep time worrying about things that go bump in the night?
The light source flickers as the dark shape begins to form.I’m fascinated—mesmerized—as it materializes into the silhouette of a man.
The scent of leather and old lace seeps into the room as the gap in the door widens.He comes in.He comes closer.And with every step he takes, the weight in my limbs shrinks, retreating to one particular part of my body—that secret nub of pleasure hidden beneath the plump lips of my pussy.
My clitoris becomes heavy and throbs.A warm sensation floods my veins.It’s as if my body is a target and my clit is the bullseye.
And the man in the room can sense this.It pleases him.When I stare at the crotch of his tight leather pants, I can see his cock has thickened.His throbbing member is so long that the mauve bulge of his glans sticks out of the belted waistband riding low on his hips.
“I’m melting, I’m melting.”My words come out as a desperate sigh.
The Wicked Witch of the West—those were her dying words in The Wizard of Oz.If this is what dying feels like, then shoot me dead right now.That precious crevice between my creamy thighs is molten with desire.
Didn’t Shakespeare call an orgasm the “little death”?Le petit mort.That gorgeous sensation where you hold your breath to make it last longer; where the hearing fades and words either become a breathy whisper or mount into a scream of joy.
“You’re going to give me a little death.”
I have to tell him this.I want to share every secret, every little thing I know, with my mysterious visitor.
His deep voice stimulates me.“Tell me how bad you want this.”And then he caresses that enormous bulge in the crotch of his pants, his large hands forming a frame around it as he flaunts his sexual prowess in my face.
Involuntarily, my hand reaches for the soft mound at the bottom of my belly.All I need is one touch and I will be pre-orgasmic with utter lust.
But when I brush a probing finger across my greedy, pulsing lovebud, I can feel that something vital is missing.
“You must penetrate me.”I’m gasping with frustration.That high that I am chasing cannot happen without his participation.“I need you inside me—now.”
All I want is to feel that perfect cock inside me.I know coming with his yummy penis thrusting deep into me will be the best ride of my life.
He kneels at the foot of the bed, his pale face glowing in the golden lamplight.The springs creak as the mattress gives way to his weight.I watch him crawl towards me like some feral creature of the night.Yes, he’s enjoying this; taking pleasure from the control and power he has over me.
A flash of white, a brush of icy cold leather against my shivering skin, and he’s crouched between my legs, holding my knees far apart as he inspects my wet cleft.
“Play with yourself.I want you dripping wet.I’m all hard horn, blood, and teeth.Lure me inside you with the juice from your delicious cunny.”
I have to obey him.I’mhappyto obey him.I want to please him.
Brushing my fingertips against my clit with delicate strokes, I bring myself closer and closer to the edge.
“I’m… I’m close…”
My orgasm begins to mount with precipitous speed.
The man’s teeth flash white as he gets ready to penetrate me.
A rumbling growl makes us pause.Turning my head to the light as my orgasm starts peaking, I see the white dog standing there.
“Go away…!”I’m screaming as the pleasure peak spasms inside me, as my finger kneads my clitoris.“No, no, no!”
