My Dark Addiction

Beams of phosphorescent sunlight pierce through the window blinds, awakening me, as thoughts of last night become refreshed in my mind. I know now why others say, there is an afterglow, as I feel it for the first time, after what happened last night, as my mind still replays slowly.

I still lay with my head, between his large thighs, resting on his hard dark hip, as I opening my eyes, to the first sight of his thick dark chocolate manhood.

My mouth, is immediately drawn to its form and shape, smiling as I know last night it took me to places, to make me feel things, to desire more and to dream of nothing less than it taking me over and over again.

I lift my head just slightly, knowing this man, is still in restful sleep, as I feel his body rise and fall with each breath, across his well physiqued chiseled chest.

I this time, get up and turn around slowly, as to not wake him up, before I wanted too, as I squat down between his legs once more. With one hand I hold the base of his long hard shaft and with the other hand I gently massage his big dark balls. I then lean over and kiss the slit first, of where his essence comes from. I then swirl my tongue around the head, getting it nice and wet, from my saliva, glistening on top, to then run my tongue up and down its long hard shaft moistening it more.

I am sure it must be a pleasure for him seeing his darkness, enter and disappear into my whiteness.

I then suddenly feel his hands, as they hold my head on either side. Instead of moving up and down on my own, I let go of my hands and do not touch. I just leave my mouth open as wide as I can, as he uses it like another hole to fill, pushing in as far as he can. I know deep down inside I will never be able to take all of it. I soon begin to choke a bit and tears come to my eyes, as he holds it there, until I feel like I cant breathe and feel like I am going to pass out, but then to have it taken out and let me breathe in and out once more, as a rush of air fills back my lungs and I smell the musky scent of him.

What comes out is half the building blocks of life. I can see how alive it is with its thick veins pulsating throughout.

I surrender to it.

I need it.

I desire it.

I am a slave to it.

I hunger for it.

I want it.

I lust for it.

I drink of it.

I love it.

It is a must in my life.

I am his white posession.

He is my dark obsesion.

My life is now of a dark addiction.