Literotica

Literotica.

Her hair is as soft as the silk on my bed,
I long to touch it and feel the smooth expanse of her pale, satin skin on my own.
Her hair is raven and she is so; with eyes of brightest jade and nails painted as blood.
I run my mouth down her beautiful body, feeling her flesh prickle under my caress.
This cannot be real,
Yet somehow,
It is too vivid to be a dream.
Her skin tastes sweet, like the finest nectar from the most decadent flower.
I run my hands up her body – see her arch her back in reply – and my hands find her perfect breasts.
Her breathing quickens as I kiss her, fondling her nipples and flicking my tongue in and out of her mouth.
She moans softly, her wild green eyes capturing my own.
I kiss her again and my hand moves downwards.
She tenses under my fingers in anticipation. She knows where my hands long to touch.
My fingers run through her delicate pubic hair. It is as fine as spiders’ web.
I press my fingers into her and feel her tighten around them.
She is warm and longing for release.
I move my fingers in the warm, dampness of her pussy.
Her hips buck and as I gently suck her clitoris she cries out in ecstasy, in agony and in triumph.
I am her prize and she knows this.
I pin her hips as she tries to break free of the silk scarves that bind her wrists.
I taste her wetness and it is as sweet as her skin.
I remove her bonds.
Her eyes flash, her teeth elongate, she reveals her true form.
I try to cry out.
Try to delay the inevitable.
It’s no use.
As she bites my neck, releasing the jet of my life’s blood,
She plunges her fingers into me.
Her touch causes me to cum in great shuddering waves despite the pain I am feeling through every nerve.
As my climax ends, my lover is gone.
I close my eyes.
I take my fingers from within myself, still contracting from the force of my orgasm.
I close the book I have been reading.
That chapter is finished.
But there will be more.
Literotica.