Like a stranger from the shadowy night I have come to you to profess my desire to be with you. You tease me and leave me wanting you even more. I profess my desires yet you seemingly push me away with such ease. Why do you taunt me this way? Can't you sense my needs? My desires? My vision fades to a swirling darkness...

The vision is becoming clearer... I am starting to focus. I am gazing deeply into your eyes. They scare me. It is as if you can look into the deep recesses of my soul. You can look into places I don't let people see, lest they might see the real me and expose my deepest and darkest secrets. I see the twinkle in your eye that reveals a passion yet barely conceals your fears. Why are you afraid? What is that fear that holds you back?

Keeping my gaze locked on your piercing stare, I reach to caress the back of your head and pull you close to kiss you. My lips softly touch yours. It is as if there is an electrical current moving between us. It energizes us both and we press ourselves closer to each other. I feel your heaving bosom pressed into my chest as my tongue explores the dark secrets of your mouth, your tongue intertwined with mine. My vision again fades to a swirling darkness as a shadowy cloud envelopes us both.

When the vision returns once again, I can see you laid out before me. You beckon me to come to you. You start to twist around and move until you are on your hands and knees in front of me. You pull a pillow under your face and turn your head to look back. You don't speak. You lay your head on the pillow once again and move your body into position.

I want to love you like the true blessing of passion that you are. Your hips and womanhood presented as an offering of love for my view. I feel myself start to stiffen at the sight of your naked body and prepare to enter you from behind. I can see your nipples are hard with anticipation of the act of love you know is about to start. I slip my right hand between your thighs and caress your Mons. I press my hand against you and slip my finger into the soft yielding cleft of your labial folds, your Mons devoid of the womanly down, soft against my hand as I push my finger deeper into you.

You are quivering from my touch as you anticipate what is to come. I steady you by putting my left hand on the small of your back as I nudge my body between your feet, making room for my large frame between your legs. I lean into you and you feel my weight, my heft. My thighs rubbing against your thighs, my manhood, growing harder as I imagine how the soft wetness of your being will feel as your folds wrap around me. Moving between your thighs to sink into your folds.

Unexpectedly, you feel a small spike of exquisite pain as you haven't had a man inside of you for far too long. My man root stretches you as I slowly push deeper. I place my strong hands on your hips, and pull you closer, until there is no deeper, my body pushing against your mons... and I hold you there as I feel the warmth of your body envelope my manhood...

I feel you rocking and pushing hard against me. My hands resting on the wondrous globes of your bottom, caressing your hips. Suddenly, I start to withdraw from your warmth and plunge deep inside you. You feel a pang inside of you and gasp, as you feel a burning desire deep inside start to kindle... It burns, like a brand marking itself on your physce, Your being, Your soul.

With each stroke, harder and deeper, you start to feel the warmth spread in your loins, down your legs to your toes and from deep inside of you. You feel that I am somehow on fire! A hot branding prod perhaps! It is as hard and hot as freshly forged iron..
You glance back at me, and notice that my eyes are open and my face is twisted in lust. At this point, any reservations you may have had disappear in the flood of primal pleasure you feel crashing into you with greater force. Any fear you would normally feel with a new lover inside of you, disappears with each rhythmic thrust.
You are about to cum; you feel it start to move through you in waves. My hands are now gripping your thighs tightly to prevent your escape from the inevitable. I move my finger and brush across the rosebud between the mounds of your bottom. It yields slightly under my touch and encourages me to push in still deeper. A deep guttural moan escapes your lips as it probes into the taboo regions of your being. It is pushing you up and over the apex into the orgasmic chasm of bliss.

I can feel myself through the thin wall separating my finger from my manly rod.The sensation pushes me over that same apex as I struggle to follow you into that nether region of pleasure. I am starting to cum, so I push ever deeper with one long single push and hold myself tight against the womanly charms I am buried deep in. I am pressing as deep into your body as I can. You start to buck as our hearts, our minds, our souls, our bodies, move towards one destined goal. I flame into you, like a roman candle and explode against the walls as you squeeze around me...

This moment seems to shine forever, our bodies tightly bound together, but it lasts just mere seconds, as we are somehow melded into one another. I am inside you and you surround me. I AM you, and you ARE me.

Panting, I slip from the grasp of your tired and wet sheath. I lay my manhood, waning from the expressions of desire, between your exquisite globes. Spent, I sigh as the rest of my life essence spills into the cleft of your backside. Once again possessed, I pull away, you see the brightness in my eyes as I move around to kiss your full lips. After a full minute of our lips pressed tight, tongues again intertwined and exploring, I pull away reluctantly, and transformed back to the whisper of a shadowy figure, I fade back into the night to the place from whence I came.

I want you, Carolann

 

this shit id good

 

sorry i ment this shit is good