A Dream
My ex girlfriend showed up at my house. Heather. She didn’t call, didn’t write. We aren’t even on speaking terms, but when I answered the door I understood. She stood without a word spoken, staring into my eyes. Her pale skin seemed like silver in the light of the moon. Her lithe, supple figure was concealed by a black silk bathrobe. She stepped toward me while purposefully tugging at the bow-knot tie which held her bathrobe in place; it parted like a theatrical curtain and then I understood. Beneath she wore only a pair of thigh-high fishnets supported by a matching garter belt. Her breasts were exposed, naked in the cool desert air and her nipples hardened in response.
Before I could fathom a word in response or protest, she placed a hand upon my chest and gently urged me to step back. I complied, and as she crossed the threshold, she closed the door behind her, let her robe slip to the floor, and immediately sunk to her knees before me. She was not hurried; every movement was precise and controlled. I could tell she had planned this, and as I looked down at her I could not muster an objection.
When I had heard the doorbell, I was about to turn in for the evening. To conceal my nudity, I had quickly stepped into a baggy pair of soft micro fiber pants. In this moment, these pants were all that separated her from her goal. She looked up at me from between my legs and placed her hands on my thighs, slowly gliding them upward to rest at my hips. As her hands rose, she placed her mouth against my crotch and slowly exhaled. I could feel the warmth of her breath on my cock through the thin material and it began to stiffen in response.
Her eyes were an ocean of contrast, accurately framed by dark eyeliner. Her lips glistened, coated with ruby red lipstick. She had put her lustrous red hair up in pigtails, like two iridescent waterfalls glowing in the warm yellow light. She looked like a whore and I loved it. She grinned up at me and nuzzled against my growing bulge, expertly unfastening the single restricting button with her teeth.
My pants dropped to the floor, dragged down by their own weight once unfettered. She took my member into her mouth like a hungry wolf, nursing it to a fully erect position and lubricating it with her own saliva before taking it all in. I could feel her throat gripping at my cock with her soft tongue lashing against its underside. I could not peel my eyes away from the sight of her ruby red lips pressed firmly against my shaved flesh. I loved the way she could swallow every inch.
She began to bob up and down on my cock, each movement fueled with lust-driven energy. The velvet of her mouth was nothing short of heaven, but as the moments passed my desire was insurmountable. She gasped as I grabbed her pigtails like handlebars and pulled her head back, forcing her to look up at me for a long moment. I leaned down, indulging her soft lips with a passionate kiss. She tilted her head into the kiss, lacing her arms around my neck, pressing her body close, breasts pressing against my naked chest.
My arms snaked around her body, clutching tightly as we shared in the moment’s passion. As I rose to a standing position, she was forced to her feet, still clinging tightly to me, lips and tongue exploring wildly, enraptured in bliss. I positioned my hands at her hips and broke the kiss by roughly turning her, then thrusting her forward. She caught the door with her hands and gasped, looking over her shoulder at me. She parted her legs and presented her ass to me, wiggling in anticipation.
I stepped forward, kicking the fallen bathrobe aside as I dropped to my knees and reaffirmed my grip on her hips. I built a trail of gentle kisses along her inner thigh and up to her waiting pussy, teasing with tiny licks, suckling on tiny pieces of skin as I made my way to her clit with my tongue. I loved the way she tasted, the way she moaned as I flicked my tongue against her. She pressed close, pushing against my face, urging me to go faster, harder.
A few moments later, she was bucking against my tongue and filling the room with obscenities. I rose behind her and slipped my cock into her waiting vice at the brink of her orgasm, filling her without warning. I grabbed her hair and jerked her head back as I sunk in to the hilt. She cried out as I thrust deep into her, clutching hard around my throbbing member. She bucked back against me, wanting to take it all.
I built a slow tempo, sliding into her, loving the way she clutched against me from inside, the way she responded as I buried it in her inch by inch. I began to increase the speed and fervor of my sex and before long her body was convulsing around my cock, screaming, shouting, and begging for more. It felt so good making her cum, her body trying to milk the seed from my cock with its tight, frequent muscle contractions.
I was floating on a cloud of ecstasy, drowning in the lust she had brought through the door. I addressed her as my slut as I pounded into her, forcing her to cum on my cock once more before finally pushing her to the floor. I guided her down to her hands and knees, doggy style position, taking care not to slip out. From there I pressed her hip down and to the side, lifting her legs over my shoulders with her ass on the floor.
She adjusted to accommodate the new position, pressing against the door with both hands to shove against me, matching my new rhythm. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with lust, begging for more without a spoken word. I loved to watch her expressions, to watch her grin and scream as I pounded into her. I loved to look down and watch her stretch around my cock, to watch her take it all with each thrust.
The visual stimulation compounded with the physical sensation of her straining against my cock as I slid into her. I was close to the edge, and as I approached I knew she could feel me pulsing inside of her. I knew she could see the wanton need in my eyes, staring down at her, grunting or moaning with each lust-driven thrust. As she collapsed, falling over the edge into an abyss of pleasure, she clutched more tightly and bucked her hips. This was too much, and I buckled, shouting out as I released a hot jet-stream of seed into her greedy cunt.
We kissed, melting into each other, bathing in the steamy afterglow of sex. Her skin was soft and pliant, smooth like silk to the touch. Her breathing was still rugged, pulse racing. The world seemed to spin around us, and for a moment, it was like nothing had changed. She whispered, “I love you.” Nothing could have been so perfect.