Sex Dreams and Movie Theatres

The darkened theatre in my mind is wreaking carnage in my thoughts.
The macabre displays I see are not things to be thought by a woman of my standing.
The reels play in slow motion as I sit and watch in grotesque fascination,
pictures of gleaming bodies on the screen moving in a hypnotising rhythm…

Close your eyes and join me for a raunchy film of temptation and lust…

The scene is hot, slick, sweaty, wet, hard and close to violent.
She enjoys being taken that way, roughly from behind while he is pulling her hair.
She relishes it, do you see her face? She is smiling and biting her lip, trying not to scream,
as he moves faster and harder, with force and stamina and pounding hearts.

He withdraws for a moment to stand on his knees behind her, looking like he’s begging.
Begging her to be allowed to taste her… “Now!” She breathes into the night…
He obeys her so beautifully… His tongue launches an assault on her throbbing slit.
His fingers playing with her pleasure drip, rubbing that spot that controls the flow.

In frustration she shifts to her arching back, and he offers her a taste of herself, switching hands.
She moans pleasurably at her palate and sucks his offered digits dry while swaying to the rhythm of his other hand.
A naughty grin flashes over her features as she slides down to swallow him whole.
He has no chance to react, instead he grabs her by the hair again and thrusts in tune with her head.

He is salty and sweet… Delectable and large. She feasts on his shaft like a starving whore.
Should he move too fast or break the rhythmic suck, he is certain she will use her teeth.
This enthrals him, but he will not wander, for his release is near and he wants to see it all over her.
In the back of her throat the end tingles near and she takes him deeper down her gorge.

La petite mort… The little death… Every electronic pathway fires simultaneously from a single cluster of nerves.
They race through every muscle shocking his system into tremors of delight, as he comes so violently, so felicitously…
She swallows every last drop and gives him a wicked grin, now it is his turn to help her die a little death…
On the screen I watch her orgasms with envy and with pleasure. She screams and writhes as her climax contracts and explodes her core at the same time.

They collapse into a heap of sated, sweaty, heaving mess… “Scrumptious…” He smiles.
“Indeed. Let us die a little again…” She replies… Grinning, he turns on his side to reach her flesh.
He circles a swollen nipple with the tip of his tongue and nips the bud with straight, white teeth…
Her body cannot help but react and they intertwine in tumultuous, intemperate fornication.

Their macabre dance is a thing of grim beauty as the reels spin in slow motion of this movie in my head.
It sucks to dream in scenes like this and awake alone and throbbing in my bed…
Half in waking, half in sleep, don’t wake me from this dream! I can still feel the bruises of their dance tinge my skin.
I awake, until later, while in sleep, I sit in the darkened theatre of my mind, patiently awaiting the next show to begin…