Saturday, 23 March 2013

I hadn't seen her in months. 
Long winter months that harboured and fueled a tangibly violent urge to fuck, in both of us. 
When I arrived she was clad only in briefs and brassiere. 
Our mouths collide. 
Without the room or need for speak she bent herself over the nearest sofa, face down, and pulled aside the flimsy cloth. 
An immediate desire, invitation enough. 
I return her warmth with rock. 
Reefing on her precious little tits I barrel into her on a maddened crusade. 
Not one of mutual bliss, but in search of a savagely shared ecstasy. 
Sometimes, it's all about the knowing.


Cheeky Minx said...

I'm unsure there's a knowledge more sweet, more cruel, more true and profound.

Your mutual need and desire (in both word and image) burns the screen, bhp...

Anonymous said...

Reciprocity is always the key.

On a side note: I'd like to put in a formal request for more rock pictures, Please. And thank you. We could all use a bit of savagely shared ecstasy about now.

petunia said...

Nothing like a little manhandling to make a woman feel powerful and sexy.

cammies on the floor said...

I love the driving, consuming push. Great post!

both.hands.please said...

And your kind praise burns profoundly in me dear Minx.

Ella, your wish is my command. Please enjoy a little more rock.

It's a mutual thing Petunia. Both slaves to a powerful rhythm.

Thank you Cammies on the Floor. And what a fabulous image your moniker provokes.