Small town

The feeling is something I can’t explain. Tension. This tension prolongs and ignites something in me I can’t conspire. My mind drives deep into thoughts of my own that I can’t control. My demons, but were they? My thoughts of being wanted beyond measure, the yearn for my soul, my body. I ache for it. Every part of me needs this. Every part of me wants this. My thoughts of taking control, at my hands, I feel like I’m limitless. I feel electricity shoot down my spine, the pure feeling of bliss. This scenario I play in my head over and over again… I’m smelling the breeze coming off of the lake, feeling the energy off of the waves as they hit the shore and radiate their innocent sound. The ambiance was just right, the night started at 10:00pm. He thinks I’m innocent. I’m not. Everything in mind is running miles a minute. I don’t know what more I can take. I can’t hold back any longer. His body says it all as I read his movements. I drive him crazy and he’s scared. I’m nobody like he’s met. I’m different. We’re in a moment of conversation when all of a sudden the sounds soften in the background, the light glims, the darkness radiates, the water stills and all I hear and see is him. Vibrating energy magnifies between his lips and mine. He grabs me, turns my body in his direction, Sitting in a nook, on a quiet beach he says “you know, There is something about you… Your, you’re uh…irresistible.” I come back and say “Oh, Haha, how so?” “The way you are, you’re different. I’ve been with woman but none have shown me the way you see the world. You take everything in and passion you give off radiates.” My mind buzzes and his voice makes every inch of my body tremble. His eyes gaze looking at me, my face, my nose, my lips. I can see his drive to kiss me. He looks at me over and over again,then leans in. Our faces meet. His lips are suddenly on mine and I feel euphoria. The pulse I feel between my legs grows as my anger, my desire, my control to hold back diminishes. In that moment I’m his. Deep into my soul he sees my everything I am, and that meant the world to me. The care he took, The luring smell of testosterone, sweat and cologne from his skin sending me into ecstasy. The feeling of being with him, on him, feeling every inch of his body, he wants me and I want him. I know I drive him crazy. I’ve possessed him. His c**k proves it as we dance around with our fate. We twist ourselves within one another as he grabs my hips and his hands wrap around me. We were kissing so passionately we throw ourselves onto the ground and he picks me up on top of him then forcefully wraps my legs around his hips. I feel every inch of him. I feel the warmth of him. He slowly starts brushing his hands against my breasts while biting my neck. The feeling is unexplainable. We graze each other, intensifying our story. The Rippling affect of his lure entices me. I want him more. I need him more. I need control, it’s my mission for him to release to me. I throw him over and get on top laying him on the ground. I see him glaring at me as I see the moon in his eyes, his c**k is stiff. Face to face, I pause and look at him, anticipating, wanting him to think what will happen next. I kiss behind his ears, neck, then looking him in the eye. I slowly lift his shirt, go down kissing his stomach. I hear him moaning. In my control I look up at him and say “Tell me what you want”. “f**k… all of you.” “Good.” I slowly unbutton his jeans and take out his c**k. I gently lick the tip, shaft to tease the f**k out of him. I know he likes it, I hear he’s hurting. He wants more. He takes my head, weaving his hands in my hair and forces me down. He went harder while I took him all. I wrap my mouth around his throbbing c**k and suck with everything out of me, weaving in and out of my mouth, through my hands feeling the warmness flow out of his c**k. He tastes so good. I’m in control. Slowly releasing him, going up I slightly caress the top. His eyes meet mine. I was getting off at his release of dominance. Him watching me is driving me crazy as I f**k with him. The wetness I feel flowing out of my p***y is making me throb. I arch my back every time I hear his voice, his moans. He wraps his hand around me, caressing me so gently, he feels how wet I am for him as I’m soaking through my pants.”That’s my good girl, get nice and wet for me.” I surrender, I was done. He gently rubs his fingers along my p***y up and down getting my wetness everywhere. Each time he does that gets me closer to cumming. “f**k baby you’re dripping”. He picks me up, slams me against the sand, rips my pants off and slowly moves my panties aside. He admires me. I’ve never been with a man who loved every flaw, every piece of me. “You are so beautiful.” He takes his c**k, holding it in his hand, so firmly playing in my juices he rubs the tip of his c**k around my p***y and I scream. I moan. God the feeling is utopias. I am yearning for more I am aching for more, I need him to fill me right now. As we kiss, I let out”f**k me, please…fuck me.” He forces his c**k into my wet throbbing p***y, f*****g me bliss. “You feel so f*****g good, you love my c**k wrecking that tight little p***y, don’t you?” “Yes.” I let out. He bites my neck as he slowly fills me. I’m tight. I was growing hot. The heat anticipated and it got more frequent as all I wanted was for him to c*m in me. We both were in tune; eyes on each other, the world behind us was black. It was just us, Hidden from the world on this little beach in a small town. His skin smells invigorating, the sensation he’s giving, he’s hitting me in the right spot. He’s pounding me hard but slow. He grabs my hair and holds tight… I know he’s close. “Yes.. baby.. yes, your c**k feels so f*****g good in my p***y, f**k me harder…please f**k me…” He pulls harder and holds my head tight as we lock lips. He’s breathing is getting faster and faster. The warmth is getting brighter as we clench, our bodies tense he says “Im going to c*m baby, c*m with me.. c*m with me..” “yes….fuccccck…..yes” Then… I’m awake. Back to reality. Is it possible to think that this is capable? Could it be real? As much as I need it, as much as I want it, it won’t happen. My demons are haunting me. I can’t stop thinking about this in my head. This is poison, unwanted poison that I’m feeding myself, addicted to the feeling. I’m screaming my lungs out, but no one can hear me. This needs to happen I need this release or else it will haunt me.