Bilingual Backdraft

The only aphrodisiac I need is your voice. Hearing you speak my name, beckoning me to answer. Telling me you want me.
So I tell you, you're the answer I've ever questioned about love.

Without words I use my tongue to tell the story of us. Tracing your body's shadows, kneeling before you, my eyes feast upon your masculinity in all its glory. I praise you, because all that is you, is for me.

So I begin to indulge myself in the delicacies of you. Dripping down my chin. Your taste is something Godiva couldn't recreate.
Needing every atom of your anatomy. Necessity placed up on me, knowing your source is my serendipity.

Surges of thoughts in inappropriate places I could have you. In private locations wishing to be caught between a rock and your hard place.
As I become wet my legs want to open as a back-draft and all I want you to do is extinguish me. For you to quench the fire within that's grows so rapidly. Seeking your liquid wetness to put out my flames.

You know my body like the back of your hand, touching me, sending me into ecstasy. My thighs quiver in anticipation for your deep penetration. Which gets me high.

You pull me upward by my ringed collar to face you. Your pre tale of what's to come secretly gliding down my chin. You wipe it with your own tongue slowly. Suddenly slamming me up against the wall. The floor scuffed by my heels. I inhaled hard as whispers escape past my lips. Begging for you. I say please! You say, Is this what you beg for. Prying open my thighs, your voice demands! My breath struggles fighting for air as you tease relentlessly my body.

Loving the way you dominate my body. Making my thighs so wet with the waves. Taking your time and pleasure in the fact you can control me. Until demanding me to cum for you at your will and desired time. As your finger seek to dominate between my thighs again and again. Dancing, stroking, pulling at her til the orgasmic wave begins.

Look up at you I see your tongue between your lips and want it between all sets of mine. Your hands upon my heated flesh. I struggle as you torture me in your own way. Teasing me until I almost pass out only to stop before your smile tells me when my body can release. Slapping my bottom punishing me as you did not say so.

I subconsciously find myself rewinding all our love scenes in my daydreams. Seeing your face. Feeling your touch. Hearing your voice demands. And the while making me want to cum right there and then. But you take your time and pleasure in the fact you control me. Until you alone, demand me to cum for you.

So you stop me by grabbing my hair. Pulling and pushing me to my knees and on all fours. I'm subjected to your hand's redden throttle, slapping the backside of me. Bringing the color you love to see there, a pink flushed to a rounded ass. Your harden gripped crawls to my hips to be flip as a heated tasty sizzling steak being devoured as alpha Lion with his prey.

Thrusting in to my wet abyss sending tycoon waves crashing upon my inner soul. Slipping in and out of me. Stroking more than my conscious. A singular ending of a lighten thunder darkness evokes sudden confusion.

My body rising, sweating, panting, makeup melting. You pull my hair to the side to devour my neck. Running your nails down the front of me between my breast leaving red scratches. Sucking, nipping and biting my nipples. God makes me so hot, I develop a case of Tourette's and all I can say is four letter words. Screaming your name. Suddenly making me bilingual.


Faces radiates with after glow. The air scented by our fragrance. Whispered of the best released obtained. Body marred, scared, finger printed as yours. Your name branded on me, from head to toe, Inside my soul as much as outer flesh.

And I whisper, again..