"Reality"

   You and your random stranger sit beside the hotel pool and talk for three hours. It seems as if only minutes have passed. Your decision to join him, appropriate. Your senses, very accurate. He makes you laugh. The mutual desire is palpable. Your pulse so rapid you fear he will see it heaving in your breasts, beating in your neck.

 He offers a drink, 'Will you accompany me to the room, be my guest for something to wet our lips?'
 You speak without hesitation, "I would love to."
 You have imagined this scene dozens of times. You know what he meant, craving him to wet his lips with your wet snatch, desiring him to wet your lips with glistening warm glaze.

 He takes your left hand, leading you to that special place in your mind, walking you to the king size bed where dreams become reality.

 He senses your nervous anxiety while waiting for the elevator, pulls you close, kisses your left cheek and whispers in your ear. 'It's alright. You know you can trust me, completely trust me.'
 Nearly melting, you cannot muster an answer. A subtle nod of agreement must suffice. Your heart has ideas of leaping from your chest. He squeezes your hand, and again kisses your cheek in reassurance.

 His arm slips around your shoulder as you enter the elevator. He draws you close, firmly displaying his caring intentions. The ride up just five floors seems an eternity. Your brain boils with anticipation, perspiration beads on the surface of your silky white flesh. You do not care if you sweat, somehow you already know he will like it.

 The elevator stops, doors slide open with an erotic, whoosh. A short walk down the hall to the right. He swipes the keycard and opens the door. 'After you, Lovely Lady.'
 He follows you in and secures the door. You stand in awe. This is it! The carpet, the curtains, the colors, and that glorious king size bed. All of it duplicated from your favorite adult video. All of it recreated from your fantasy.

 Before he can ask what you want to drink, you reach up, grab his neck and pull him down to meet your lusting lips. Your nervous energy exercised in claiming what you know is yours. The desire shared by two passionate, sexual spirits. The deep, wet, tongue-sucking kiss lasts and lasts, neither wishing to stop.
 He backs your legs against the bed, still kissing, you feel his fingers brush against rock-hard nipples, left then right. He pulls away, biting your lower lip, standing close, surveying the beauty before him. He kneels and peels down your soaked bikini bottoms. He stands, unties your top and slowly lets it fall away. He is performing a scene from your fantasy. How could he know?

 His eyes feast on sensitive breasts, excited nipples. You whisper, "I love the way you look at me. I need to look, too." You kneel and pull his shorts to the floor. As he steps out of them, your gaze is met with a throbbing erection. You place your left hand on his ass, your right hand grasps engorged balls, pulling downward until his stiffness is perpendicular to the floor. You rise slightly for a perfect entry. Your tongue licks luscious lips as you open and pull his wonderful cock into your hungry mouth. Mutual moans rise as you look up into his familiar sky blue eyes. You love the power you hold over him, ruling his domain with your hot, drooling tongue, demonstrating your immense desire to drink the passion from his rigid fountain.

 You feel it, that special tingling in your tight, seeping cunt. You slide your left hand away from his ass and grab your left nipple. You roll and squeeze it while steering his member with precision, tugging cum filled balls and sucking as if his thick straw is your lifeline. Your hand slips down to the burning desire. One finger enters. You sigh while clinching teeth satisfy the steel rod in your mouth.

 You pull away to speak, but cannot utter a word before he grabs your hands and lifts you to stand for another long, deep kiss. He drools until your tongue is covered with his DNA. He lays you back on the bed, pulls your ass to the edge and gives instruction. 'Pull your legs back and spread them, baby. Show me that delicious cunt.'
 You quickly obey. He kneels and buries his thick, firm, drooling tongue into your aching heat. He lifts, looking into your eyes, knowing you are close to orgasm. 'You want to cum in my mouth, don't you, baby?'
 You nod, but understand you must tell him. "Yes, gahhhd yes! Eat my wet pussy until I cum! Make me squirt hard on your tongue!"
 'That's my baby.' His low, soothing tone nearly brings an orgasmic eruption. He licks each inner thigh, then gliding around and down against your right ass cheek. He sucks and bites your magic zone as two fingers enter your hungry, horny heat. His thumb strumming the perfect rhythm upon your pulsing clit. He completes his bite mark upon your alabaster flesh, then replacing his thumb with an experienced tongue, plunging it into your slickness.

 This is more than you can bear. This exceeds any adult film, fulfills every fantasy. And, just when you are attempting to sustain the rush, prolong the pleasure, he makes his demand.
 'Cum, baby! Let it all go! Squirt your fucking cum on my hungry tongue! Do it now!'
 His fingers continue pumping, tongue returns home, and you leap from the cliff of sanity, groaning, "I'm cumming, baby!"
 Your walls convulse as insane pleasures of euphoria gush onto his eager tongue and fingers. You writhe and jerk, panting, sweating, loving this random stranger. There is nothing you wouldn't give him. This fantasy man who actually lives. He is your man, your reality.
 You trust him, completely trust him.
       
     
*September 29, 2014*