Fantasy (Part 2)

Continued after Fantasy Part 1
(Warning: Graphic sexual contents) 

He let my hair fall from the messy bun,they reach mid way to my back. He loves my hair down, I know it.

Leaning over,he wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me towards him increasing the strokes of my core—which his lips find my mouth,I moan.I’m being worked up into a blissful rhythm as he caresses my tongue with his,slowly and surely, guaranteeing optimum pleasure.

I plant a soft kiss on his jaw before dragging my lips down his neck, my tongue licking his smooth delicious skin. I placed another kiss on his pec just over his heart before looking at him, the sparkling blue eyes, deep and cold,staring back at me with astonishment.

I placed numerous small pecks all over his chest,abdomen and pelvis, while my hands roamed over his skin,tracing his perfectly toned muscles,hip bones.I feel his breathes quickening,his chest falling up and down rapidly. 

Reaching down,I graze my palm over his arousal.His eyes widen sparking with pleasure as I hold his throbbing length,squeezing the base and drawing a couple of lazy strokes.

God!! I thought as I curl my fingers around him.He’s huge,hard as rock.I look up at him,as he traces his thumb along my lower lip.

His head falls back, ‘Oh fuck. That feels so good.’

It does feel good but in my mouth it would feel better. What has got into me?

I continue with a few more controlled strokes,the tip glistening as he shifts and moans,supporting on his elbows on the vanity top. Flicking my tongue across the pulsing head of his glorious cock,I trace slow circles on his wet tip. His hips buck and he grabs my hair. How long will he last?

He moans deep,long and low.He’s definitely close.

Lazily, I slide my wet tongue down his shaft,causing him to buck some more before I wrap my lips around his head and slowly take it all the way to the back of my throat.

He gasps, ‘That’s it baby.Take it all the way.’

I pause, feeling the throb beating against my tongue, and on a slow exhale I work slowly back to the top. He sighs in pure gratification.

‘Keep going...just like that.’ He encourages me, hung his hand over the back of my neck.

My hands slide down the front of his tight thing, maintaining our eyes contact as I do.

‘You’ll take it all the way and I’m going to come in your mouth.’ He runs his moist head over my bottom lip, and my tongue darts out to tap up the bead of creamy cum escaping. ‘You’ll swallow.’

My stomach twists, the breath catching in my throat.

I watch as he squeezes his eyes shut, clenching his jaw so hard,I think he could burst a vein in his temple.I tighten my grip,I can feel the pressure he’s applying to his thick length, no doubt to prevent himself from climbing immediately.

I watch him puff out a few hard breathes.

Lightly I trace the tip of my finger, back and forth over the seam of his sack.I watch as the cords in the neck tighten to snapping point. I’m in total control.It makes a nice change and I’m not ignorant to the fact that I want to please him.

Moving my hand to his base,I hold him firm as I run my tongue over his tip and plant a soft kiss on the end. I look up and see him lower his head, searching for my eyes.

When he finds them, he begins working slow circles with his hands in my hair as I lap at his entire length, paying special attention to the underside and taking immense pleasure when he jerks a few times, pushing rapid burst of air through his teeth.

He watches me,refusing to close his eyes and determined to see me work him, as I trail the entire length of him,pushing the tip of my tongue into the slit when I reach his broad head.He gives me the roguish grin, but I wipe it from his face and blow the air clean out of his lungs when I return my hand to the back on his thigh and yank him forward into my mouth.

‘Oh!’ He barks.

I can feel him brushing the back my throat,and it takes every effort not to retch at the invasion. He feels so thick in my mouth. I start to retreat but he knocks the wind out of me by thrusting back in robbing me of breathe. His fingers curl in my hair as he slowly withdraws and drives forward again, letting out a long moan of pure pleasure. Any illusion I was under of me being in control are long forgotten. He knows what he wants and how he wants it. Yet again, he has the power.

‘You have an incredible mouth,Love.’ He surges forward,holding me in place with his strong hands,but calmly caressing and stroking my hair at the same time.

I unsheathe my teeth and drag them over his haute skin as he withdraws.

‘Christ...Take it deep.’ he shouts powering forward again. ‘Relax your jaw.’

I close my eyes and absorbs his assault on my mouth.If it wasn’t so damn erotic. It would be pretty brutal. He’s aggressive with his power but tender with hands. He’s in complete control.

After a few more extraordinary strikes, I feel him swell and pulsate in my mouth. I know he’s tipping the edge. One of his hands moves from head to the base of his length and he withdraws slightly,taking a firm grip working back and forth urgently. I circle up and suck his swelling head as he sucks in a sharp,short breaths.

‘In your mouth,’ he reminds and I take his cue,wrapping my lips around his jerking erection and placing my hand over his as he spills hot,creamy cum into my mouth. I take it—all of it. I swallow around him, glancing up to see his head thrown back as he yells into thin air, a throaty cry of satisfaction.His Hips slow their thrusts to a more level,lazy as he rides out his climax. I lick and suck the tension away.

His chest is heaving as he looks down at me with a foggy,blue gaze.

He bends to drag me up his body, smothering my lips with his in a complete appreciation kiss.I lift my arms and rest my palms on his chest, smoothing over his toned pecs. ‘

Hmm,’ I murmur leaning in to rest my lips over his nipple.He wraps his arms tightly around me.

‘I’m keeping you forever.’

                                                       ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He drops to his knees in front of me, a wave of tremors fly through me as he kisses my nose gently,spanning my hips with his big palms.

I tense and wait, I look down at him and watch him kneeling there,his forehead resting on my stomach, as I weave my fingers through his bronze hair.We remain like that for an eternity, trapped in our little dream state, just me watching him as he rolls his forehead across my tummy,back and forth.

He eventually takes a deep breath and leans in,placing his lips below my bellybutton and letting them linger there for a few seconds.I look down at him knelt before me, his head lowered,and I know something’s playing on his mind.I tug on his hair to snap him out of his daydream,and he turns his face up to me,his eyes meeting mine.

No sooner am I preparing to ask him to let me go,his face buried in the apex of my thighs and my legs have buckled.

“Oh!” My head flies back and my grip on his hair tightens.In one foul lick, he has me lock stock, and the niggling urge to press him is forgotten.

He moves his grip to my hips,causing me jerk wildly.He’s the only thing holding me up.I feel his hot, skillful tongue circle my hypersensitive nub of nerves,rounding with slow,precise movements before delving deep into my core. There is not a single bit of me he’s not exploring.

‘I need a shower,’I complain.

‘You need me.’he mumbles against me.

I’m sent into a melting mess as he increases the pressure,digging his fingers into my hips. I grind against his mouth,it’s only a matter of seconds before I’m falling to pieces,the surging pressure crashing down into my groin having me holding me breath,with my heart jumping into my throat.

‘You taste amazing.Tell me when you’re close.’

I gasp on a long rush of breath.Holy shit, I’m close!

A hand is removed from my hip and two fingers plunger into me,sending me into oblivion.

‘Oh Shit!’I shout. ‘please!’

‘Quiet..Now..We don’t..want..the neighbors..to be..disturbed.’ he scorns me,between powerful,even strokes.He can’t tell me off during these moments.It’s his fault for putting me through this.

Moreover, we’re in the upstairs' bathroom of his duplex penthouse apartment,with no neighbor within the territory of his lair to hear me scream when he shows me stars. He is just such a bossy bastard trying my patience.

He stretches my opening with his fingers,circling and thrusting,while Working my clit with his thumb and lapping at my sensitive lips with his tongue.It’s a torturous pleasure that I could endure forever, If it wasn’t for the increasing pressure weighing down on me, demanding release.

‘Ah...Yes’ I shout desperately.

With few more measured strokes of his fingers,thumb and tongue, I’m hurled off the edge of a cliff and free falling into nothing.

He laps and sucks, slowly and gently,easing me down at a steady rate,my body relaxing and my heart rate leveling out.I keep my palms on his head,tracing slow,light circles in his hair.

I exhale on a long satisfied breath,with sparks of pleasure flashing through my skin.His tongue traces up the middle of my stomach,between my breathes as rises to his feet. He continues the trail up my neck,titling my head on a groan as he laps up my throat.He kisses my chin softly.

 ‘ I’m going to fuck you in the shower,love.” he tugs my chin so my head comes back down.He kisses my lips. ‘Deal?’

How much I try he’s always better than me,he always gets what he wants,wins every deals he makes.

‘Deal.’I agree.
                                                                                     (.............to be continued)

Fantasy (Part 1)

(Warning: Graphic sexual contents)


I stand there in front of the large full length mirror with platinum-white expensive frame, gazing shamelessly at the reflection of a naked figure. A feminine structure-- tall and slim, slightly paled-skin, aging in her mid-twenties,her dark brown hair tied up in a messy bun. 

She is a thin-lipped girl, her lips seem like pink petals outstanding her warm skin tone,her big elegant hazel eyes with more green in them than brown, stared innocently with long eyelashes giving more artistic look than any other girl.Her skin is soft and creamy, today she looks different. Hands dropped by the side, eyes scanning through the curves of her own, for a moment she thought it maybe a masterpiece of any famous sculptor put up on an exhibition for everyone to admire her fullness and artistry. Her breasts are at their delicacy,round and riped. In spite of her youthful appearance, she doesn't look "girlish"-- she is a full grown woman.

She is the image of my own, but so different from last time, so sensuous, so consuming. The curves of the hips;the long,smooth legs standing so strong and firm at their place, felt perfect in my own eyes. I had never got a chance to look at my body like this before. All these are very new and unusual. Nakedness is nothing to be ashamed of, for the first time I realized it, this body is a gift.

This body is an emblem of purity and nobility, therefore appealing and exquisite. 

Once I eyed myself properly,I see slightly dark patches under my eyes, then few pink-purple bruises here and there adding colors to the pale portrait of mine. Last night was heavenly,though I didn't get much to sleep, in a good sense, possibly in the best way. So it's nothing like I'm complaining or anything. Yes, I do feel a little sore, but definitely not in pain.

Just then, a pair of hands,large masculine, slowly revolved round my waist passing a shiver through my spine.I see the image of a figure towering over me in the mirror, the very familiar person holding me tight against him, pressing my back to his chest.He is atleast a foot taller than me, his body warm and wet from the shower he had just taken few minutes ago.Then, a thought hit my mind maybe he was standing there all along watching me ogling at my naked body.The way I stood, glared, examined myself. I know he loves watching me, and it turns him on. He definitely quite enjoyed the little show, leaving me wondering what would have I done If I were in his place. See him naked,exposed, freshly out of shower, standing  strikingly handsome as usual.  

His bronze hair wet and disheveled making him look sexy as hell and irresistible as well. He pressed into me more, brushing his groin against my back, his breaths heaved,chest falling up and down, powerful arms tightened around my waist, as he bend to whisper in my ear, "You are Beautiful." 

I closed my eyes melting in his hold, tracing my upper lip with the tip of my tongue, only until I tend to bite my lower lip. It is surely quite early in the morning, but neither of us tried to hold the burning desires growing inside us.His hands move against my arms, trying and soothing me.

OH God This man is hard... 

I'm amused to know I've such effects on him.He is turned on by the sight of mine as much as I'm by his.I pressed my thighs together to hold back the arousal tingling between my legs.   

"Open your eyes, Love."
He's not a man of many words.His actions are his words.He is the prefect blend of manhood and divinity. He certainly unleashes my inner goddess to her boldest form.I can testify that with last night's actions and bruises thereafter.

Opening my eyes I stare with a crooked smile on my face, at the same two figures on the mirror fondling in a massive master bathroom with designed marble floors,pebbled-grey wallpaper,fog-free expensive glasses and decorations. He is a God,master of my universe; his deep blue eyes staring at my reflection. My cheeks burning with hot flushes, blushing till the tip of hair. This man is one of a kind.

He slowly grabs my breasts in his hands, squeezing them lightly before saying "You have such beautiful breasts,love. I can caress them for hours." My breasts swell with needs, nipples tight and hard. He takes the nipples between his thumbs and index fingers rubbing off slightly as he massages the breasts in circular motions.

"Ah..." I moan probably a little louder letting my head fall back over his chest,aching for him desperately.
"Harsh.."he mouths under his breathe for me to be quiet.Though I know he loves my moans and groans, screams and shouts on top of my voice while he shows me the stars and glimpse of universe.

Will I ever get enough of him? 

My knees go weak,legs shaking, I'm thoroughly drenched, panting for more of his touches,he slides his hand down my stomach,over my pelvis,tracing my hip bones.
"Open for me,Love."

He cups my sex in one hand as I part my legs,fingers moving up and down, while the other grabs my breast tighter. I gasp as he insert a finger inside my folds,"Oh you naughty girl."He chuckles, "You're dripping.So wet.So ready for me already." 

I want to shout Yes! Yes! I'm ready, but only for you but the words seem to lost their way to my mouth. 

His thumb pressing,circling my clit as his index finger enters into me.He adds the middle finger after few strokes, pushing me towards my climax,

Oh God...Yes Yes...AH...
He removes his fingers out just before I was about shatter on his hand. "What are you...."I scream in protest, frustrated with his sudden withdrawal. He turns me around, holding my face in his hands,"You'll get what you deserve when the time comes."he assures " But we'll take it slow...real slow this time." 

Tiptoeing I plant a small kiss on his neck, my palms placed on his chest. He is this gorgeous olive skin tone to match his broad muscular shoulders, well-toned abs,he even has a perfect V-cut..Oh this man does workout regularly possessing this hottest body to die for.His naked body is a perfect art of Man, most delicious as he looks completely edible.He holds my chin up to kiss me softly on my lips.He looks into my eyes for some time before kissing me again,only this time it's full-mouthed one.I couldn't read his expression but I'm sure he wants this as much as I do.His tongue traces my upper lip wanting for me to open up.He takes my lower lip between his,then biting it softly.

"I wanted to bite your lips since the very first day I met you." He calls under his breathe.
I wanted that too.I tried speaking but only to fail again.

Gradually our kisses become intense, deep, more wild, his tongue playing skillfully with mine.It feels so different from last night's,few new doors always open everytime we are together, new feelings flood through, forcing us to try out varieties. I feel his heartbeats under my palm matching my own,like we are the same soul under our flesh and skin.I can smell fresh lime and menthol from his skin which tempted me more to have him.I move my hands round his neck, pulling him closer to consume his mouth,I can taste his toothpaste,so satisfying and refreshing.And as my fingers grip his hair,tucking them a little;his hands drop on my waist, his palms massaging my hips.Our lips nibbling,sucking,petting as he deepens the smooch just before grabbing my ass and carrying me up.My legs hook around his waist,fingertips scratching his scalp, messing with his hair.I taste little saltiness on my lips completely clueless whose blood it could be..His or mine?

Since last few minutes we are behaving like horny teenagers gone rogue,jumping into one another and claiming ourselves like never before. We are lost in the moment...Lost in us. Suddenly the word 'Us' sounds prolific,screaming future.His promise of taking things slow is long passed.I'm profoundly sinking in my own thoughts until a cold surface felt under my back.Just as our kiss breaks,I realize sitting on the luxurious marble vanity top across the bathroom.If only we could function without oxygen,we would have been inseparable at that moment.
He has removed all the items from the top with his hand in one swift motion before letting me go.He leans to touch my forehead with his as we both inhale as much air possible. Our little intense,passionate make-out session was quite a success. As we cool down gradually I hear him say,"What are you doing to me,love?"His voice low and vague as if he doesn't want me to hear it,"Lady, you'll be the death of me."

I plant a kiss on his jaw before looking straight into his eyes,nodding with a devilicious smile letting him know I'm ready...ready for the next round. 



                                                                                                 ( ...............to be continued)

Beyond Innocence

Tilting his head, he said softly,“ Love is a temporary insanity curable by marriage, as they say. It fucks people up.”

“So you do believe in love?”

He shook his head a little as he replied,“ If it means touching you whenever,wherever,however I want, worshiping and caressing your body with mine thoroughly, giving you mine all and taking every bit of you in return, then Hell Yeah, that’s Love for me.”

She never imagined him to use the L-word anyway in reference to hers. They stared at each other for quite some time, both on their knees, waiting for the moment to hit its heat up again.

Beautiful. Warm. Soft.

He cupped her in his hand, enjoying the warmth of her palm holding him against her. She closed her eyes, and he watched her face in the dwindling twilight.

 How could she look so fragile and yet so powerful at the same time?

She trusted him. She told him so with her body and he found himself needing to swallow hard as his fingers moved. She moved him in a way no woman ever had before. Everything about her was honest, and each day was better because she was in it.

He kissed the corner of her mouth when she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, waiting for him to touch her where she needed to be touched. She looked caught somewhere between pain and pleasure, surrendered, womanly.

He kissed her because his mouth needed hers,deep, wild open kisses, as close as he could get. His tongue stroke inside her mouth as he made his way to make her see stars.

Gosh,she thought, this man knows how to kiss, like there’s no tomorrow.

Her fingers slid between his and he was suddenly hyper-aware of every sensation.

Her body was so ready for him. Slick.

Her head moved against his shoulder. Restless.

Her back as warm against his chest. Pressed.

Her hips undulated into his erection, massaging him. Hard.

She was right on the edge of her orgasm. Shimmering.

He built her up. Steady.

Jesus, she was beautiful. Abandoned. Totally fucking breath-taking.

“I’m going to claim you with the entire universe looking on, because you are mine and you always will be, no matter where we go from here.” He murmured leaning,lips pressed into her neck, his voice was like smooth silk against her skin.

He pressed his hands against the soft earth at either side of her as he lifted himself and looked into her eyes.

There was heat, but it was fast fading to playfulness.

It was beyond sensual. She closed her eyes and let her emotions wash over her.

Peace. Desire. Gratitude. Passion. Contentment.

She felt like Cinderella at the stroke of midnight, except she hadn’t lost her shoe but herself. Lost in the arms of her Prince charming who had awaken her needs and desires within her that she’d never before acknowledged.

He’d opened Pandora's box, and there was no way to put its trouble back inside again, even if she sat on the lid.

When she woke up, he was still fast asleep beside her, arms around her waist holding her like he would never let her go.

The old words flashed through her memory, how she promised not to make the same mistake again.

“Promise.” Cliche as it was, she loved romance.

She once she thought ‘whatever-happens-tonight-stays-between-us’.

And that, the fantasy bubble they were in, the whole night would be bursting when the reality hit as she leaves in the morning in a while,with the bit of sunlight. 

As They Met

While walking through the lazy wind,

And just then out of nowhere

She saw him for the first time;

Standing across the road

Brooding with the face down.

Just against the wall leaning with his hands in the pockets.

This might not be a regular story, but that’s where it begins,

For love is not for all people, but for those who believes.

Love is to give your all and Lust is to take,

Guess it’s simply a complete cycle that they make.

His white shirt loosely tucked in

Whose first two top buttons undone,

Even from a distance she could see his chest hair peeking,

Making her gasped, butterflies in her stomach fluttering.

Hair disheveled, the dark copper blond shade matching his extremely pale and warm skin tone,

Few strands in the front fall over his forehead.

Is he....Disturbed or stressed? In pain?

Sometimes such simple words can cause turmoil in the mind of a relaxed persona.

Will he ever look up and notice her shamelessly staring at him?

He did...he gradually raised his face, and stopped as their eyes meet.

Just then She could swore on God, something hit her,

For a moment her heart stopped.

Like the whole universe has paused, time forgot its motion,

The surrounding has gone blur.

His eyes locked on hers; cold and mystic;

The piercing greenish-brown eyes looking straight into her soul,

Making her ache to touch him.

Is he Real?

A undeniable gravity pulling them closer,

Holding either from falling, bounding two bodies

That under this enormous universe lie.

For a moment, she thought herself to be wrong,

Maybe this is a story of Power---- Power to take all or destroy.

A little shot of pain felt, Ah! That hurts,

Again, hurting is such a sweet sorrow.

She stood there staring thinking it as an Happy Accident,

For whatever it is one cannot walk away from love;

Wishing to be settled in his arms in Midnight Masquerade,

Or holding hands during their first sunrise together.

His face relaxed on her view, but brows frowning with a cue,

She advanced towards him,so did he,

 Stopping an arm’s length,lips parted to say----

When spoken, with unison they both said,“ You are the One”.

Touch of Reality

Sole’s beams kissed her expos’d back--

Skin of the resting beauty,

On the bed with lover’s hand

Caressing over her perfect hips.

Legs intertwined, Arms holding the most precious

Reason for existence.

The warmth of the bodies felt,

Even in the crisis of mundane touch.

The golden bliss shines at its most,

Making them Happy, relaxed, free.

Sheer materials dangling along the edge of the bed,

And the torn-spirit pressed in the cold marble floor.

The very essence of love floating,

Filled up in every corner of the room.

Last night was a mingling of pain and pleasure,

A hidden treasure to be found—

She opened her eyes, grasping in memories of last night,

With the beginning of dawn, reality descends upon her.

Who knows can it be called a mistake?
Or an excuse for survival?

She traced the tip of her index finger along his jaw,

Even in his sleep his muscles clenched,

She couldn't help but smile, seeing him responding to her touch,

With the thumb pressing softly over his lower lips,

Face buried in his neck, she let her finger play,

Feeling him under her tip of finger,

The board jawline, moving down his neck, tracing the collar bone

And down—

 He shifts a little, grabbing her more tightly in an embrace.

She stops thinking she might have awoken him,

But again seeing him relaxed, she placed her palm on his chest

Just Over his heart.

His heartbeats, felt through her own nerves,

As if their souls took up the same rhythm somehow,

Rhythm of the ultimate, of the universe.

All these thoughts made her hope,

Playfully she whispers, “ Alice Bennett Ryan.”

Coincidentally or not, at the same moment,

He says under his breath, “I Love You.”

My soul is the soul of the beast

Without you, I know no rest.

Lady in shadow

 When I finally see him,I stop short. 
As if he feels me looking at him, his eyes find me, and suddenly everything around me seems to melt away. The people are nothing but blurs of colors, the conversation little more than white noise. We are the only two people in the room, and I stand transfixed, my body tingling,mouth suddenly dry.
It is as if this man has cast a spell over me, and I am a willing participant to the enchantment. 
I want to bask in the heat that radiates between us. I have been so cold today, my body battered by icy winds and drifting tides. I want to stay here, lost in time. Lost in Him.
But I cannot. There are things to do- things to say. And so I force myself to move. I take a single step forward, and the world around me rushes back into focus, people moving, couples talking, glasses clinking. 
But my eyes have not left his face, and I smile in apology and forgiveness. And also in invitation.