The Fumble

Under a harsh sodium spotlight

Their eyes speared each other’s souls

No words

A soft caress of his hand

Then an explosion of hot lust
An ecstasy of fumbling

Mouths gobbling each other
Hands and tongues hungrily groping like snakes in a bag

Her hand searches for the prize

He gasps and stops dead as her hand slips down his buttoned trouser front

Her fingers locate his aching throbbing phallus

She rubs vigorously, hard and cruelly as she releases the beast from its nylon cage

Occasionally catching his fur with her talons she elicits a sharp intake of breath and a cry from her prey

She covers his mouth to muffle his cries

He can’t resist much longer

Panting heavily and then she detonates his dam of craving

Like a dairy maid she empties his sack as he helplessly gasps

Withdrawing her hand she smiles contently as she feeds him his white silk from her dominant, dexterous digits

Then she then pounces on his mouth to feed on his seed

She leaves him drained like a love zombie, an undead suitor sapped of his life giving milk

Taking her leave she smiles a wicked grin the Succubus has struck again