Allow me to enfold you to my breasts, coveting you, cradling you, holding you to me while you take and enjoy your fill. Bringing me both pleasure and pain.

Allow me to beg you with hands, lips, mouth, body, sliding and caressing, worshiping the pagan that is man. Until you tire of my begging.

Holding me captive, I am slave to my/your, our desire and lust. Soothing me, your fingers weaving erotic dances at my clit only to circle my welcoming opening and swiftly slide in. Once again fingers dancing setting your own silent beat insisting I follow your lead. Accepting my pleasure and frustration into you with your mouth, swallowing me down, taking what you deserve.

Finally amongst my desperation, you grant me the fulfillment of you. I revel in your entry, strive to meet your every thrust, fight my rising tide to wring just one more exquisite moment before you bring me again to scream my release, my need, my soul, into your plundering mouth.

Again, and

Again

As you requested.….….….….….…

It’s not as sensual as yours but I hope you don’t mind me posting it here its also posted on blog site for Shadowy Reflections of Life, Thoughts of Dagon X

First Travels of Souls, First Dreamwalker

In beginning there was only darkness, in the void nothing existed except for one soul.

He floated in the nothingness, drifting in the great void he existed in nothingness yet he existed.

He dreamed of nothingness, he felt nothing, except pondering that he existed.

He closed his eyes tightly and imagine what if there was more then nothingness.

What if there something in dark void he existed perhaps even spark light.

And then he closed his eyes tightly imagined small sphere of light, soon he was creating all sorts of shades and hues of colored spheres.

They dance across the void, rolled up and down against his nothing but something form, tickling and teasing, twirling and vibrating, splitting themselves in two, form unusual shapes, light displays, flickers and displays to amuse the Master of the void.

Eventually the Master grew bored of spheres, he desired more, dream of something more as he closed his eyes and imagined something more.

He asked himself, “What if there someone like myself I could sit in the darkness of this void? Perhaps if I had child where we could create new things together, someone I could teach and tell great stories of the void, someone to hold, perhaps my own son or copy someone similar to myself? What would he look like?”

And then he closed his eyes imagined with all his strength and forces of creation what that would look like, what it would look like to have his own child or duplicate of himself. He imagined his child being growing inside, mirror image of himself, his soul forming as bits and pieces of himself tore off to form this new being.

It was long process but finally pieces came together, he had created his child and began to give birth.

This was second Dreamwalker. And they created many things, new worlds, new creatures, new beings, experience many things together over eons, except one day the second said, “Father, I need to wonder off and create things now by myself, I must go now.”

And the Master of void weep and pleaded that his son not go but his son left vanished and has never returned since

The Master of void searches night after night looking in dreams and souls of others for his lost son but he doesn’t not see him, And his soul weeps eternally for he doesn’t see his son, his son doesn’t not hear his calls.

And that is what is left in void, nothing exist in the darkness is sadness and suffering, as searches night after night in darkness of void until convinces himself there is no hope, only betrayal and mistrust.

There one thing in darkness he doesn’t see, too caught up in suffering to truly see it so he bares no mind to it.

It’s voice in darkness that says I exist even though I am nothing. This is his son, he really never truly left, only the Master of the void in his pain and agony has been blinded to see, he thinks he is alone but he is not.

It’s all just a illusion he has created but he has forgotten he created everything he sees, hears and feels around him.