The steam from the water heater rises
As the hot water walls ever so elegantly over her lily white bodice
Her mind, her body and her soul
Are intimately tuned in to her erotic frequency
As she transforms from the lonely pretty face
With her rebellious ritualistic revelry
Into a self-satisfying nymph
She slides her hands over her sensually starved skin
Invoking the chemical reactions that take place under sexually charged conditions
As she revels in her natural beauty
She licks her finger tips
Toying with her mouth as her fingers are encompassed by her thick moist lips
She caresses her breasts slowly stimulating her nipples
Which have now gone passion-flushed pink
And have tendered so hard so ripe
Like grapes waiting to be plucked, suckled and sucked
So that the juices can moisten her walls to aid her impending penetration
Her mouth echoes her longings
In subtle yet substantial moans
Her fingers gracefully graze her inner thighs
Her long nails tickling and teasing its way to the vessel created for love making
Her fingers now stroke their way on her red-blooded canvas
Painting the sensually scribed images in her passion polluted mind
She envisions his every muscle flexed against her delicate frame
Rubbing her skin inside and outside
Performing that mystical massage of her walls only few mortals are blessed with the knowledge to execute and conduct that orgasmic orchestra
Hmm she moans to herself
But no matter how many brushes she uses or how many different angles she strokes her canvas from
She still lacks the thickness to fill her walls to her satisfaction
Her fingers are still too short to anchor in the depths of her desires
She simply fails to massage every crevice of her wet womb
So she gently caresses her clit
Tantalisingly teasing her holy grail of affection
Not giving into to her body’s overbearing and un-bearable urge for more
Much more
Hence she holds the summit of her expectations from stolen memories ransom
As she hopes to steal future magical moments from her buried fantasies
But she denies herself no longer
As she plunges into a soft tender wet lips
The ones that open her hips
With a studded sensual shaft
That rubs roughly against her pussy
Yet strokes away her guilt
Strokes away her stress
Strokes away on her “caressable” canvas
Till the images in her mind a blurred by the delirium she is now slave to
Her eyes have lost all focus and control as they threaten to slip into her head
Blinding her from her very thoughts and surroundings
Transcending her into the very realm of her cherished fantasies
As her thick shaft prods and prods
Her muscles tighten and relax
Not sure if to stop this pleasurable pain or sinful pleasure
Ahh her pussy blood-shot by the internal flames
As climbs her passion peak
Her body limp slides into her sexual tomb
Weak from her explosive screams and contortions
Screams that echoed the pleasure which boiled over from within
Her contorted body a result of being moulded by her dirty deeds
This sweet release
This un-describable euphoria
Ohh if this precise pristine moment could propagate itself perpetually
Ohh if only a man could’ve f___ed me so
Copyright ©2010 Gaiven Klavon Clairmont
