The Day We Met. - Allessandra Browne

I was rested. I was ready. Come. And there you were. I laughed inwardly when I heard myself audibly gasp at the sight of you. You with the sunglasses you with the smile and the confidence exuding from every pore of your body. Suddenly it was me who felt shy and awkward and unsure. This won’t do.

Leading you into the bedroom I tried to gather my thoughts. But you wouldn’t be led. You gathered me into your arms and smelt my hair, your mouth lingered on my neck. No. I expect you there not here. But there you are with a mind of your own.

It isn’t long before you are naked but it is your eyes that are gazing a little too long into mine. No. Let me look at your cock. And oh my. Oh my. You are so huge. This cock is beautiful and full of promises and whispers like a fucking siren of the sea. Please. Fill my mouth.

I try my best to open wide. Wide enough to swallow a python whole. Practiced in the art of deep throat and still I struggle. I move my body so my throat will open wider and still – it is choking me now. And all the while my cunt is responding in kind.

I am on top of you thinking I have control but you pull my face towards yours and kiss me hard. You kissed me so hard that I could not breathe but to be fair I didn’t want to. I wanted to be devoured. I wanted you to take that control. From me.

I am riding you but really you are riding me even if I am on top. Your lips your tongue your body is pressing into mine until I have nowhere to go but here. Here you have me. Those waves come over me and it feels like the crashing of the sea over the rocks.

It felt like forever was captured in a single moment in time. Your body your kiss your eyes your mouth your cock. They are still there. Long after you left I found myself feeling the shake. You know, that memory of desire that lingers. It still lingers.

You sent a photo this morning. Huge big cock staring right back at me. My fingers found their way back to pleasure. We are not done yet. In fact, we have not even started. Ax