Lust-ie

Stood, dominating Stud
Grasping whip in hand
Trailing down across raw, red skin;
Smiling wickedly
Lips, illustrious and rouge
Her thin stiletto heel
Digging deep into the thick flesh of his upper arm

It’s like being jabbed with a needle...

She begins to remove her sleek, black, second skin
Like pealing an orange
Before biting into the juice
She is soft, pale and fresh
And mounts him like a Lion would his mate
Her lips lock with his neck
And there’s a wail of sensation.

Like sucking the juice from an apple...

She runs her hands across his body
As if she were blind
Feeling every inch
Eventually finding his nipple
And squeezes it
As if pulling a nail from a wall
Perfect and subtle

Almost enough to make me cry...