Lucidity The world around me blurs, I feel like I'm standing inside a dirty bottle. Surrounded my glass. Smell and taste so dull, My tongue crisp, In need of a second cover of paint. Paint red, like the inside Of my heart. Bleak and dark. In need of light. A lantern or a candle, That will bring hope. Hope. That my world will Regain it's sharpness. Lucidity and clarity, Which I need. I search in the darkness, Groping and looking, But I find nothing ...

Ecstasy of my dreams making me addicted (#3) My #life is haunted by my subconscious, whenever it has a chance it brings a lover to me. No matter, whether it’s in my dreams or my daydreams. Unfortunately for me his perfect, his everything I could ever want in a man, but his nothing more but the creation of my subconscious. For many months there was nothing more than great sex in my dreams and when woke I wouldn’t remember a word that he said or how he looked, I would remember nothing but the great feeling of after sex and satisfaction. But recently, his features became sharper and I could finally hear his husky voice and remember the colour of his beautiful green eyes. In our last encounter, few days ago I could finally recognise that he has brilliant forest green eyes, that can look so wild but yet so tamed. I was surprised when he appeared to me in a middle of a café and even more surprised when we had mind blowing sex in the middle of it. He makes my blood circuit faster and heart skip with his presents, but when I realised that it was nothing more than a daydream, I couldn’t help but feel disappointed. It has been a few days since that encounter now and I can’t help but feel the unreleased tension in my body. I tried coping with it, but allowing myself release felt somehow betraying to my imaginary lover. So I jogged, read books and even tried yoga, but nothing seems to work as well as his touch on me. Today it’s a perfect day for outside activities, the sun is high and warm and a gentle wind keeps playing with my blonde locks. I decided that I try cycling somewhere away from the busy city into the calmer countryside, perhaps it will help to calm my twitchy nerves down. My aim is to cycle to a small lake outside of the city. I packed a small lunch in my backpack accompanied by a small blanket and a book. Finally I got myself on a bike and started peddling away from the busy streets. Soon I could see fewer houses and after a while I found myself going down a smaller, narrower road, surrounded by lovely green trees and few pines, making the air smell wonderful and fresh. I can feel my heart slowing down and calmness taking over me. I could see the lake sparkling from distance away, lonely but so inviting. I left the bike near a large oak, I didn’t bother locking it with a chain, because there aren’t any houses for miles from this place. The only reason I knew this lonely magical place is because my dad used to bring me here to fish with him, when I was younger. I climbed on to a small hill next to the lake and took my large t shirt off, leaving me with only a sports bra and cute little shorts. I placed my little picnic onto the blanket and stretched myself on to it. With heavy shades on my eyes guarding my gaze, I decided that I might a swell work on my tan, in my peacefulness, that I been searching in my lovers absence. I flipped myself around a few times, like a coffee bean looking for just the right roast. I flipped again and felt someone watching me, but weirdly enough instead of being afraid, I felt pleased and happy to get his attention. It was that sure feeling that it was him, which caught me off guard. I knew who it will be, the second that I open my eyes. But it couldn’t be true, because I couldn’t remember falling asleep or even trying to. I sat up and to make sure I wasn’t mistaken, but how could I be? His whole presence betrayed him, I felt my heart race and his strong masculine smell feeling my nostrils with him. Gosh I missed these chilling sensations that only he could bring out of my body and soul. He was watching me, with his gaze lingering on different parts of me. His brown hair tousled to the side, like he just woke up. He was wearing black half-length sports shorts with a very loose white top, which revealed a lot of his brilliant chess. I could see little spots of sweat trailing on his chest and forehead, like he just went out for a run and just stopped to rest now. He was sitting on the corner of my blanket with his legs stretched and his large feet crossed. We sat like that for a while, just looking at each other. With each minute passing by in silence, I felt myself growing hungrier and hungrier for him. But I did not want to be the first one to break the silence or to sound too pathetic and ask him to “bong my brains out please” be the first thing I say, so I waited. With silence still being my only companion I noticed slight stubble on his face that was never there before. He looked so young with his stubble showing, no older than 20 which suited me just fine, which made me wonder of my own 19 years and my 20th birthday in two week being just around the corner, wondering whether he will show up on my birthday for birthday sex or maybe not. But I could not kick the thought of his sexy stubble out of my head, I made a little growling sound as my thoughts wondered off on how it would feel on my newly tanned skin. It was that little growls that broke our silence, it almost felt like it made him snap out of his daydreaming or some really intense thoughts that made me wish I knew what he thought. His eyes focused on mine, locking our gazes together, though I wasn’t sure if he could see my eyes through my sunglasses, but was glad for what little cover I could get from his intense presence. I could feel myself craving for him like a junkie needing for a quick fix. I felt one of my hands tremble from the need. He took that hand and slowly kissed my knuckles and then looked straight into my eyes, like I there were no glasses to protect m gaze and said “Hi”. As soon as I heard his husky voice my throat dried out like a dessert and him still holding my hand made my skin ache for more touch. I felt like with every touch and every sound I became more addicted to him. I managed to squeak out a shy “hi” back and he gave me the most beautiful smile, I felt like he could replace the sun and I wouldn’t mind. His touch distracted me, but I somehow managed to find the real me and bring my confidence forward and let it shine “what are you doing here?” I inquired with a voice way more confident than I felt. He cocked his eyebrow at me and said “You know what I’m doing here and what I’m for, but none the less I love the tan that you’re working, looks real sexy” he said with huskiness in his voice making sure I don’t miss a word he says. “So we jump each other’s bones now and that’s it?” I asked with my own eye brow cocked, gosh sarcasm was my thing in these type of situations, not that I found myself in them very often. As per usual he seemed very amused with my question “Well if that’s all you want than yes” he told me with a mocking smile on his perfect lips, making me want to kiss him right here, right now. “Well what else could you possibly do for me?” I asked him bravely and a little angrily, at the fact that he felt so confident. He considered this for a moment, looking at me as though I’m some king of enigma that needed figuring out, before he offered “there’s loads of things we could do, like just talk for the instance or maybe take a swim in that beautiful lake behind you” it took me less than two second to answer him “talk about what? Favourite bands or books? Or besides I can’t swim” I said with shame in my voice. His face lit up “than it’s decided I shall teach you how to swim!” he exclaimed “com on get those shorts off, you don’t want to be riding back with wet shorts now do you?” before I could even say a word to protest, he started taking his own shorts off revealing black tight underwear, he didn’t waste time and took his shirt off next, whilst I couldn’t do much more than just perve at his perfection. He looked at me, with me slightly gaping before he reached to take his underwear off too “it’s not like you haven’t seen the whole package before, now come on, we don’t want the water to get cold now do we?” Now him fully naked and me still sitting on the blanked, he reached a hand out for me to take, as soon as I placed my hand into his, I found myself standing. He cupped my cheek in his large hand and stroked it gently “I missed you” he whispered into my ear, before he kissed me, first so gently than with more need, it almost felt like he wanted to consume my whole being. I felt myself being just as needy. All it took was one kiss and all I wanted was him. I tugged my shorts down, while tongue fighting with him. I felt his hands unclasping my bra from behind, soon tugging it over my head. Freeing my breast, allowing them to bounce and jiggle. I felt myself pushing him down on to the blanket, me on top of him, I could feel him nice and ready to invade me under me. All that separated us was my red lace panties and we finally be connected. I rocked my hips against him. Soon we rolled a little down the hill towards the lake. I could feel his hands tugging at my underwear, soon they wore off and all was left was skin upon skin. We rolled down the hill, like kids playing, except now we played a way more interesting game. We changed places as we rolled, him on top, than me and him again, whilst both licking, biting and tugging at others skin, earlobes and lips. I felt water touching my feet and I froze. He looked at me “don’t worry I got you” he said and picked me up and carried me off deeper into the shiny water. Soon we stood in the middle of lake surrounded by water, I was afraid that he might let me go, but he held me gently against his chest. He made my skin feel like a thousand mini cupids wore running up and down my skin, trying to poke me with their tiny arrows. I couldn’t take not knowing “tell me at least your name?” I managed to whisper out, but all he did was duck his head down next to my ear “I need to keep on working on this enigma card that I have been thrown you know” he said with a sly grimace on his face “to keep you interested, but shall we make this fun? I give you a clue how about that?” I had no choice but to take what he offered so I just agreed to start with a clue, so I shut my mouth and waited for him to tell me something, anything, at this point I would have taken anything from him. “Well for starters I think it would be fair that if I give you this clue, you have to give me something too… it’s all about fair trade and that” he gave me wink and a smile, that would have me collapsing if he wasn’t holding me. All I managed to was simply nod and say “What would you like?” he looked straight into my blue eyes, showing mischief in his “A fair payment, beneficial to both of us how about that?” I could easily read in between the lines, what he truly meant to say was “how about some mind blowing sex!” but he was being to gentlemen like to say it out loud and to be honest that’s all I truly wanted myself. Nonetheless I really wanted this clue too and the sex, well that’s just a bonus. “So the clue… Spit it out.” I commanded finally with more confidence in my voice. His eyes glistened “So you wanted my name, but I feel like it will ruin this entire mystique that has you coming back to me for more. So twinkle toes, all I’m going to tell you is the letter that it starts with, maybe than I stay on your mind a little more.” He said with a cocky smile and a wink “so the letter is… drum roll please…” he dragged his every word slowly, dragging time “where was I again?” I took a long breath and raised my eyebrow high, which was all I could manage to do in order not to slap him for being such a melodramatic diva. He gave slight husky laugh that got my belly filled with billions of butterflies, too crowded, for them to even flutter there wings. “Okay, okay, don’t get your panties twisted I tell yah… damn girl someone needs to teach you patience.” I kept my stance until he finally blurted out “Fine the letter is A, like Angel, you know” with those words he flashed the most devilish smile on this planet, I swear Satan himself would be jealous of the beauty that one such small gesture could have. I couldn’t help, but snort at him “An Angel you say”, but he didn’t want me talking anymore, he kissed me with such urgent need that I couldn’t help but gasp. It was time for me to pay up and in a small way I felt like I was selling my soul to the devil, but truly it was more like I was giving away my heart. Because I knew from now on my favourite letter is ‘A’. His kiss made m needy and hot. Soon I forgot I was surrounded with water, my mortal enemy that always seemed to try and sing me like led into the sea. I shifted from his hands and soon wrapped my long legs around him. I could feel the rough surface of his skin touching and feeling naked back. I knew where he was going the second one of his hands slipped off my back. With no layers separating us, his touch felt more real and when he finally hit his target, I couldn’t help but gasp under his touch. The soft water swirling around our bodies and now not only around our bodies but also around his finger inside my soft spot, it felt pleasurable beyond measure. I was pretty sure that the water level will rise majorly by the time his done with me. Soon I felt myself screaming in pleasure, like a wild animal in the jungle. Before I could come he replaces his master fingers with his pointy sword, with that one urgent thrust making world explode in pleasure. I did not even notice that the thing I screamed out as I came was ‘A’. He kissed my neck and focused his now free hand on my erect nipples. Soon he forgot my lips and nibbled on my tits, swapping between sucking and biting softly on them. Minutes ticked by and I felt him growing hard inside of me again and all excitement within me returned. He started building rhythm between us, making little waves around us. It seemed like we wore the energy and everything else around us was pulsing because of us. I felt myself so hungry, so I nibbled gently on his neck as he grunted with pleasure. We wore connected in ways beyond physical and with him here so near I started to doubt myself, how could something that isn’t real feel so good. I felt myself explode for the second time, screaming that nonsense of a letter out. I knew hearing it made him feel pleased, but if only he knew that I don’t even notice myself doing so. Now sweaty and exhausted in the middle of the lake with him holding me in his embrace, world for once made sense. We stayed silent, still absorbing the pleasure. I knew all swimming lesson wore forgotten for now, but I did not mind. I preferred sex anyway. I closed my eyes for a long minute, absorbing the way his moulded body against mine felt. I felt something furry against my right ear and eye and could not think of a thing that could be so furry and soft in the middle of the lake. I opened my eyes. Instantly regretting. I looked to my right and jumped up. There stood a funny squirrel with its puffy tale looking at me. But I forgot the little fury animal instantly as the pictures from my dream came rushing to, I gasped out “A!” and instantly felt myself start composing a list of possible names, for my dream man. I looked around realising that I never left my blanked and now one of my sides slightly browner than the other, but the dream sex was still worth it. It was only too bad that I will have to cycle home. In a dream or not the after affects felt pretty real to me and I was exhausted, my legs feeling like twigs. But all I did was lay down and grinned at myself, finally where getting somewhere with my real or not so real lover. To be honest I was starting to doubt that he was imaginary who ever say twinkle toes? Definitely not my subconscious, nope… So what the hell is going on? Am I going crazy or has simply just been too long since I got laid in real #life? Anyway now it doesn’t matter, because I felt like I have been fucked thoroughly and it doesn’t matter that it happened in my dreams. It was satisfying.

Primal need I can feel his long eyelashes fluttering against my cheek, whilst he traces a path of tender kisses along my jaw line. The kisses rough with need, but yet so tender against my pale skin. His hands enveloping me into his warmth and my stomach fills itself with billions of butterflies, crowded, searching for space. My breath hot against the midnight air. I can feel myself loosing to him. Wanting him. My hands shooting for his hair. Grasping for proof that his here. I can feel his lips coming close to mine. My heart races in thought of the union in mind. Dirty thought swim through my mind. Always wanting. Always needing. Jolt of feeling rush to me as his perfect pink lips touch mine, first gentle, soon out of control. Tongues sword fighting, needing to dominate each other. I can feel his strong bulge grinding against my hips, just as my hips grind against him. Control is lost. It is non existent. Primal needs take over and I feel liberated, lifted with freedom. With clothes falling, I feel free and natural, strong and confident. The woods bring peace to us, as we loose ourselves with each other. His rhythm perfect symphony with mine. We are perfect. We climax at the top of our lungs, but there's no one to hear us. For this moment we are nothing, but free and natural on this soft green grass, surrounded by nothing but Mother Nature, to be witness to our consummation.

Supernatural It is the night that fools humans in to their vulnerable state of own euphoria. Deceiving the mind, drifting into deep blind sleep. It is than that the supernatural takes over and plays its dirty majestic and beautiful tricks. Playing in the dark shadows of its own satisfaction.

1920s New Orleans The beautiful city ruled by jazz, beautiful girls, endless amounts of best toxics and men dressed in their best penguin suits with their hair greased and shiny, let's not forget the endless sex. A city that never sleeps. A place of fun, a place to escape yourself and become the craziest version of yourself. A bar on the corner of the Main Street, wonderful sounds filling the space outside,inviting, invading people's heads, drawing them, tempting them to enter. Blurs of colour standing outside, girls huddled laughing, smoking long cigars, with feathers in their hair. Dead red lips, taunting the male audience near by. All the masculine eyes focused on the girls outside, eating them up, all but one. He doesn't seem to notice nor the girls nor the boys, he slowly drags himself into the bar, his brown hair with streaks of blonde reflect the lights of the signs beating on his white face. His face a painting of perfection with full pink lips and strong jaw, showing signs of a stubble. His eyes reflect the world in them, as though he saw the whole world and captured it in his eyes. His hair curly and tousled. As though he dragged his large manly hands through it, few too many times. His eyes wonder a little around the room, the band in the centre of the bar, the neat little tables huddled by flirty men and women, the couples making out by the rest rooms, the bar with colourful glasses, the feathers on the floor, nothing focuses. He looks for a way to looses himself. To forget. And than he sees her the exotic fruit, the angel. Crossed legged at the bar, stirring a pink martini. His eyes linger on her exotic brown legs, so tempting. He white bead dress, falls around her petit figure, showing of just the right amount of shoulders. Revealing a beautiful tattoo of a feather breaking off into a flight of beautiful birds. He studies her. Her clothes, not revealing the parts that he most wish to see. Her full breast tight against the dress. Her high heels extending her legs, make him cringe in though of use of them. A lovely white scarf around her neck, hiding her pulse. Long white bead earrings, with a long pearl chain around her neck. Tight dark brown curls framing her beautiful face, her wide, big eyes with heavy lashes, drawing his attention. Her bright red lipstick on her lips, temping beyond temptation. A single white feather at the back of her curly bun. Yet she sits alone. He lingered for a moment deciding, wether it is a smart idea or not. But his primal needs over took him. Moving with predatorily grace towards her, his thoughts wonder to the places he can take her, when he finally reached the bar he put his best charm on, his gentlemen smile on, as though he had no worries in the world, as though he belonged no where else, but right here " Is this seat taken?" He gestured towards the seat next to her, she gave him a look and slightly shook her head "May I get you a drink?" He asked again with his British accent betraying him, she gave him a long skeptical look, as though she was weighting her options, he thought that was wierd usually the ladies didn't even gave him a look before they offered themselves to him, she must have come to a resolve because she spoke with a gentle confident voice "You may." They sat there for a while, her nibbling on her martini. Him finishing his third Bloody Mary. He parted his lovely lips to speak to ask " Why are you here sitting by yourself? You could easily have any man or women in this bar, yet you choose to sit here alone, watching them ?" She gave him a look as though he somehow amused her and gently replied " I could ask you the same thing" by that he was taken aback, as though somehow she read past his happy facade, as though she could see the core of his being, like she knew the monster he was, his reply came slow and honest "I came here to forget" she looked at him again, as though through new eyes "That makes two of us". He gave her the most honest smile he had in years "Shouldn't we exchange names?" He offered, she smiled and said "You first" he considered for the moment lying to her, he had many names over the years, but he decided to be honest "Niklaus" he offered a hand to her "Resham" she shook his hand and than he kissed it, with the most gentlest of kisses. "So what are you here to forget?" She asked. His answer took its time to come, but it came "Family trouble, you love?" Her answer came with a sad smile "Love trouble" he felt like he had to comfort her, to hold her, to take the hurt away "Maybe we can remedy that?" And motioned for the bartender to get more drinks. They drank, they danced and chit chatted through for hours, talking but not about anything significant, more about movies and music, both not revealing anything too much. Since years he felt wanted and needed in her presence. He felt human. Wild and happy. He asked about her tattoo and her answer fascinated him " it's a symbol of my freedom" and with that he lost control and kissed her with passion and need, soon their tongues entwined, fighting for need and control. His hands slid around her waist, her tiny hands fisting into his hair. They stopped when she started gasping for air. They looked at each other, silence stretching between them. Before he asked "my place or yours?" When they finally got to her hotel room, which was just another corner from the bar. All grips of control wore lost. No words need to be exchanged. She motioned towards the bedroom, but it didn't seem like they gonna make it that far. He kissed her with fire, his kisses tracing her neck, near her ear, on her lips. He slowly unzipped her dress from the back and stepped back, letting it fall to the ground. Revealing her body curves in the dim light, her white lace bra and panties seemed perfect on her. He stood there for a minute admiring her, before meeting her eyes. Her lingerie frustrated him, he wanted her naked. She looked at the man standing in front of her, a perfect specimen of mankind, perfection. She never did one night stands, she always waited at-least few moths before she let a man see her naked, but with him, there was a primal need that she couldn't deny and he seemed to feel it too. Maybe it was the brake up with Harry or the fact that he cheated on her with that whore Taylor, that made her want to be in another mans arms. She wasn't sure, but she knew that she will never regret this night. There was something so powerful about the man standing in front of her, she simply couldn't deny anything to him. Seconds ticked by, a small distance between them. She placed the first step towards him, he didn't move or flinch, than another. Now she stood next to his muscular frame, lean against the small hallway. She reached her hands to undo his bow tie,he still didn't move, just watched her dropping it to the floor, before she took off his blazer and let that drop to the floor too, soon followed his white shirt, revealing his bare muscular and strong chest and a tiger tattoo on his right arm, she looked at it quizzically "you didn't tell me you had a tattoo of your own?" Still looking at her,unmoving he spoke "you didn't ask." She traced her fingers over it and asked again with the gentlest voice "what does it mean ?" He looked at her, deciding before answering " my brothers have it too, it represents are determination to fight for family and protect it" and with that he kissed her, slowly at first, than more fiercely, with an inhuman need. There height difference becoming an issue, she jumped him, wrapping her legs around his waist, securing herself, over claiming him, concurring his mouth with her own. Him steading her with his hand behind her slim waist, the other hand slowly creeping up her skin to free her full breast. She arched her body thrusting her breast forward, letting them jiggle and tempt him. Soon he couldn't resist, he lowered his mouth from hers, moving slowly downwards, leaving a trail of kisses on her body. He took a nipple into his mouth, than licked and gently bit down, her moaning with pleasure. Still holding her body with one hand behind her back, he let the other hand travel downwards towards her eager sex. He rubbed a thumb over her panties, making her gasp in pleasure. He could feel her wetness beneath her panties and he liked the way she reacted to his touch. He was satisfied with her moans and eagerness to explore. She could feel the ecstasy of near climax running through her body, she loved the way his tongue and lips feel against her tender nipples. She could tell that he was way more skilled than her just by the way he played with her sugar walls, making her gasp and scream with pleasure in all the right ways. She came under his touch. With the loudest of screams, expressing her satisfaction. He held her. Letting her absorb. He knew he concurred her sex and that though made him smile. Minutes ticked by and he could feel her getting ready for round two, soon she untangled her legs from his waist and he allowed her to slip away. He felt her kiss his throat, and moving lower. Feeling his broad chest with her hands. Soon he could see her unzipping his trousers, freeing his eager member from his boxers. She kissed the tip of his penis, she wanted to give him the pleasure that he gave her. She wanted to repay the favour. She licked and soon took his large manhood into her mouth, with a help o f her hand soon she heard him make incoherent sounds and she was satisfied. She wanted to taste him, so she licked faster, with more need and he came, she swallowed tasting him, savouring him in her mouth, his seed lovely and salty in her mouth. She slowly got up, his eyes fallowing her every move, like a predator, he watched her. She took her finger and wiped her mouth, than slowly placed in her mouth savouring the last bits of his seed. Slowly drawing her finder out, making him cringe, she knew how to make a man want her. She took his hand and let him away from the hallway, now that the introductions wore done, they could move on to real fun. Her hills clicking against the floor, her panties wet and dribbling. They reached. The end of the hallway, there stood three doors she turned to look back at him, even in the darkness of her hotel apartment he looked magnificent "bathroom or my office or maybe bedroom?" She asked him, his eyes tingled with mischief before he answered "how about we start at the office?" She seemed satisfied with he's answer, so she nodded and turned to open a brown door. Soon they stood in a middle of a small office. The office was small, there stood a large wooded table in the middle of the office covered in books and other nick knacks. Behind the table stood a large leather chair. The floor had a simple brown rug, that seemed to work with the whole dark mood of the office. Sadly reflect the inside of the man himself. He couldn't believe someone so bright could stand being in such a gloomy place and work. Suddenly he felt like giving her some good spanking, just for the pleasure of feeling her round rear against his palm. He moved towards the chair and sat down, motioned for her to join him. She looked at him, him sitting in the chair butt naked with his large member sticking out. He motioned for her to come, but she did not knew what to make of it. Are they going to fuck on the chair? Somehow she imagined that the table would have gotten more action. She lingered for while and than letting her feels click against the floor she walked towards him. He looked like a king in a throne, so confident,so virile. He motioned for her to sit on his knee and she obeyed him. She looked at him her eyes wide, she felt like a little lamb playing with a wolf. He placed a hand behind her back, gently stroking, following her spine and than he flipped her, so she was laying across his lap, his member pressing into her belly. He rubbed his hand against her rear. She could not believe that she was laying across his lap, about to be spanked, she never let anyone spank her, but with him somehow this idea turned her on so she stayed put. Somehow knowing that she is here to obey. He liked the feel of her obedience submitting to his alpha side. He rubbed her soft buttock. He raised his hand. Spank. Shudders of pain and pleasure cursed through her. Making her clit react. He spanked her ten times before he felt satisfied, he knew she liked it. Her buttocks read beneath his hand. But just to tease he had to ask " did you like that?" Making her feel smaller than a sea peddle. She new that she did, but she didn't want to give in to his ego " but I was such a good girl, maybe its you that deserved that spanking not me?" Her answer amused him, but also teased him. So he decided to make her pant and beg for his mercy. He picked her up nodding his head with a mysterious smile on his face and placed her on top of the table. Like she was a trophy, that he just like to look at. He sad back down on the chair and just looked. Before he leaned in and spread her legs, placing them on the sides of the chair, her hills giving her the perfect hold. He leaned against the chair and picked up a book of the corner of the table. She was sitting on top of the table, her legs spread wide in front of his face, she had no idea what he wanted to do with her but her sex kept getting wetter. She looked at him casually flicking through the pages of the novel she was reading before she left for the bar. She couldn't understand why he just didn't get up and gave it to her. She started to feel impatient with the man, no matter his perfection. Feeling her impatience, he glanced at her sex gently covered with light brown hair, he moved to place the book back at its placed, than looked at her again "what shall I do with you love?" He asked her while stroking his chin with his thumb. She wasn't sure if he wanted an answer or not, so she decided to keep quite. She knew what she wanted, but she also knew if she told him, she would give in to his ego and wouldn't get it at all,he would only make her wait longer and she wasn't sure if she could wait any longer before she would finish herself. He looked at her with mischief in his eyes" Shall we have a little loooky?" And before she could even answer he placed his finger inside of her, she gasped thinking to herself that's what she needs. Just before she started to enjoy herself again he withdrew the finger and and smelled it "you smell good" he said and than he licked the same finger " and taste good too" he told her. She didn't know how to react to this man. She knew she wanted his manhood inside her but his teasing and games wore starting to get a little old to her, she had no idea how the man has this much restrain. She knew no other man that would see her in this position and wouldn't doo anything about it. He looked at her, waiting for her reaction, he was surprised when non came so he placed the finger back inside her and started moving with perfect rhythm against her sugar walls. Making her wriggle under his touch. He liked the way she reacted to pleasure he could have watched her gasp for air for centuries, she was a sexual goddess making just the right sounds. He knew she was close to coming so he placed another finder in, her reaction pleased him. He slowly got up not stopping the movement of his fingers. He let his pinky join the others too inside of her and she screamed with joy, he couldn't wait to fill her sides with himself so he withdrew his magic fingers from her making her pant and pout at him, but not for long because soon he was invading her walls with his largest finger. He created the perfect rhythm, starting like a slow symphony and picking up speed as it went along. Soon her head rolled and screamed out his name, she loved the way he felt inside of her so tight around her walls. The climaxes he gave wore like a drug addictive to her, always leaving her want more. The stayed locked within each other for a little while, her on the table , legs spread wide. Him leaning against her, naked and still inside of her. He couldn't stop thinking how tight she felt against his cock, not only did she smelled good to him, tasted good to him and even felt good around him. Both breathing heavy against each others necks. Comfortable silence between them, finally she spoke "not too bad" he couldn't help but laugh, he never had that kind of reaction after sex, he was used to girls flattering his sexual moves, but she was different. He looked straight into her brown eyes and spoke in the gentlest of voices his accent making it sound so dangerous "I can do better" and with that he picked her up as though she was made out of feathers and headed for the door. Back in the hallway, he looked around her still in his arms and headed for the white door. They entered into the bathroom "perfect" he said. The bathroom was decorated with a large white bath, a toilet in the far corner with a sink nearby. There stood two lovely white vase on the window sill, filled with lilies, making the room smell welcoming and strangely natural. White towels stood on the far wall, matching the white furry rug on the floor. He deposited her on the corner of the bath " spread your legs" he commanded, she obeyed. His commands and control turned her on making her wet. He looked at her with a pleased smile on his face "now massage your nipples with your thumbs" she once again obeyed, placing her hands and casually touching her breast, whist he watched her " no no your not doing it right, tease them, make them hard, play with them" he commented. And with that she changed her movement to suit his commands, she felt good under her own touch, natural. Her movement causing her puss react, making it hungry for him. He kneeled before her lady part and stroked it with one hand "nice love" he said, before licking her clit. She gasped, now that she didn't expect, she stopped her movement, to protest. As though he could sense it he stopped and looked up at her " now don't stop love things are just about to get exciting, I promise you like it, now be a good girl and resume, or do you want me to spank you again?" With those words she stopped protesting and resumed, just like she was told. He licked, sucked and nibbled at her clit. Making her speak in incoherent sounds. Soon she came with the most amazing sounds leaving her throat. She lost the count of how many times she came under his touch and yet she could sense that this is not going to be her last orgasm for the day. He grinned at her like a little boy, making him look so much younger. He laid on the soft rug and motioned for her to join him, just before she sat down he spoke " now take a little rest love and than you ride me"she was astonished at his stamina, they spent the whole night drinking and dancing, sharing laughs, yet he was still so full of energy. He sat next to her stroking her skin, exploring it. Moving his hands all over her body, making part if her that she never knew she had tingle with excitement. He lingered around her nipples before he started teasing them soon she felt herself ready for another round, she knew that this round is hers. She will the one in control. She pushed him towards the rug before saddling up on top of him. Sliding his large erect penis into her. She controlled the speed and the rhythm on this one and she loved it, she made the perfect rhythm, making his manhood hit her sugar walls. He groaned with pleasure so did she.He placed his hands on her tender hips, to feel her to make sure she's really here. They came together hitting the the cliff of the climax and falling both into each other. Colliding. She collapsed on top of him all sweaty and exhausted, she could still feel him inside of her. She felt his large hands tracing her back, following the structure of her spine. The other hand slowly rubbing her hair, lulling her to sleep and after so many climaxes, orgasm nothing sounded better to her than falling asleep in this man hands, so she did. He could feel her breathing slowing becoming steady and soon he knew she was asleep. He didn't know what to make out of the evening he had. His target was to find an escape and so he did, but he didn't want to leave now. But his world was too dangerous for her, so he has to decide to take her with him or to leave now. But what if she doesn't want to go with him? His insecurities slowly crept in, he didn't know how would he feel if she didn't. Maybe he stay for a day or two and than leave, he questioned himself. After all she is living in a hotel that means she's not staying here forever, therefore maybe this could work and she wouldn't even have to know... When she woke she found herself in her bed, for a minute she thought that maybe it was all just a very good dream, but than she realised she was naked under the covers and she never sleeps naked. She turned around expecting to find a man behind her, but all she found was a red envelope with a stamp on it with her name on it. She studied it for a while, it looked strange and old, inside was a card with few words on it "Don't fight it. Don't think. Just do it. See you tonight" she stared at the words not able to comprehend, than she sighted and turned back to her pillow her muscles wore twitching, she was exhausted and soon she slept again.