TWINKLE TWINKLE

Tristan fought to open his eyes. He could sense her presence, smell her perfume; a smell so similar to death. She was back again! She moved in a stride slow and calculated, teasing him, breaking him, making him crave to go deep into her. Finally, she made it to his bed. With a slightly opened eye, he saw her, clad in red lace lingerie; just the way he liked it. She lingered around his numb figure, staring deep into his blue eyes. Still maintaining eye contact, she unzipped his pants, took out his length, and placed it gently on her tongue. Her tongue was wet and soft, wrapping itself around him. Tristan tried to move. He wanted to hold her, tell her about his dreams. Dreams dominated by her dark lasting eyes and crimson coated lips. Was this happening? He thought as she took his length deep inside her throat, thrusting it deeper, as Tristan grew larger and stiffer. He had never felt this way in his life. “You are so good at this”. Tristan said in between growl. Her eyes were a mysterious sterling grey, enhanced by dark eyeliner. She licked her lips, causing his mouth to go dry. All he wanted to do was reach out and touch her, flip her aside, bend her and then f**k her senseless. But he couldn’t. He was brain paralyzed. He was numb. She made him numb. She moved over gently from his d**k, roaming his body till she was sitting on him. Her hips outlined perfectly for her to contact his slippery d**k. “Do you want me inside you?” She nodded, pushing her lingerie out of the way. “Tristan am here” he heard molly say from downstairs. “What?” he yelled back in a panic. Tristan stared at her, still mounted on him, smiling. “Am coming up,” Just like that the euphoria faded, his body returned to moving and he sat up, finding himself alone in his room, hungry and drained.