He sighed deeply, as the mind felt her presence and the body started to cool off after the manic dreams and visions he had all night of tearing into her flesh and soul in ecstasy, desire, the hunger...
The hunger he felt ever since the first pico second he landed his foot out of the bed in which they coupled the last time...
Knowing he is going to meet her really soon, the locks of the chest he kept his hunger and desire started to loosen up, and the ominous shine started creeping through the cracks...
Message comes through... Yes, morning it is... He still refuses to admit that a connection exists, because it is all just fantasy, isn't it?
No, not really, or if it, he is living it... Oh well... He shrugs to himself...
Vanilla... One person's vanilla is another person's kink... He thinks to himself as he gets on with the morning routine while texting with her non stop...
He doesn't know what will happen today. He might be sane, might be insane... Might release the Kraken, might just be soft, caring, loving, warm, soft... It could go any way. He will know once he sees her, meets her, smells her... Breathes her...
What he does want is the freedom, the agency, to be anything and anyone with her... Be himself... Be the metaphorical witch that will ride the metaphorical dragon any way he feels like flying...
He might be her long lost loved, from the mists of long forgotten age... He might be the defiler, the tormentor, the abuser, the disrespecter...
The one to give her ten thousand kisses... Or the one that will have her suck his cock hard, cum on her face, and lick and swallow every last drop of it... and like it...
Sighing deeply... I guess we will just have to wait and see what way it swings, won't we? He thinks to himself, as he dresses... |
