This poem is called Is he black or white , young or old ?

It tingles in the body of excitement where you sit on the chair , naked under the dress . And you can not see because of the mask over your eyes . But you hear the man come into the room . An unknown man who will realize your dreams erotic play .
The room is completely empty and quiet .
You're sitting on a padded bar stool with a minimal back and know roughly what is to come . But not exactly .
A dress is the only garment you wear . No bra , no panties . Just dress . And so the mask .
Such as some people use to shut out the daylight when they go to sleep .
The mask prevents you from seeing anything but weak streaks of light that finds it's way into the corners of the eyes .
Around the ankles , you sweatband which in turn are carefully tied to the chair legs in lap after lap of neatly laid eyes . Easy to get out , but they are there to give a feeling of being stuck . Being a prey . For your fantasies often been bound , unable to break free even if you wanted to .
It's a game . An erotic play . And you know the expectations . Butterflies in gut . Yes , not only there . You folds trying apart thighs slightly and feel the cool air in the room and look up between them . Even up in the groin . But the dress is smooth down over her knees .
Tidy .
Tingle is a mixture of nervousness , a dash of anxiety and a dash of anticipation . I've left the room for just a minute ago . A short while , but it feels for you that you are kept on the gridiron . And you have time to think much.
Will it be me coming in again . Or some other , unknown . It might be me , but you've got yourself approved to the person who opens the door may be an unknown person . A male , so are you sure . But no more than that . None of the eventuelles age . Young or old , 18 or 55 . But unknown .
You wanted to play the game but not with someone familiar to you . Just as you wanted to agree to any age would have come without a condom .
They were the only conditions .
You are now considering if you would have put up more . If you would have gone with the game at all . Maybe you do not really want . Or ? Well , tingle of anticipation causes the body to tremble a little easy . And , no , you would not back down . You want to experience it , try the unknown . Get this play out your premier fantasy into reality .
Feel the true emotion, the genuine closeness , the thrill of feeling and experiencing , but not see . The imagination that brought you through so many climax over the years , how does it when it really happens , when you actually encounter the unknown , the unknown ?
More time you do not mind .
The door opens . You hear someone come in and you hear the door slid shut behind him .
A man stands before you now . You sense his presence in the room . And you can imagine that he looks at you , your body and what is not covered up by the dress . Is he clothed or naked ? Who is it ? Is it me ? If not , is he young or old ? Long or short , thin or thick ?
No , he is not naked .
You hear the sounds that you guess is when the person in front pulling a shirt over his head . So then , his torso naked now . Hairy ? Bald ? Muscular ? Light or dark skinb? Maybe golden brown or even brown or black ?
A short zipper goes down . You hear a pair of pants deducted . The sound they create on the floor makes you think : Jeans . Small stiffer than gabardine or the type of fabric . And is not it a breath you can hear . As of arousal or excitement .
Here he is . At any moment his body will touch yours . He is naked . Do you believe . It's not you . He looks at you , you can not see him . But it feels like you have the upper hand . He is naked and exposed . If you have not had the mask , he would probably find that the situation felt uncomfortable . And both know you , if you like , tear off the mask and expose him in his nakedness . Perhaps in an excited state .
You allow the mask to be .
Let your arms hang tongue along the sides . Something within you want to pull them up , put your hands in the knees . But it's exciting to let them hang . To let the dress be airy and light on top of the thighs .
In the imaginations almost always have their hands, sometimes whole arms , were tied when the unknown come into the room . But it felt scary to have it as the first real moment . Within you play you still out imagination the locked hands . So you want to keep them out , let them be bound by the will help . And your abdomen open and accessible , welcoming and warm .
How you perceive how someone stands right in front of you . And gently , some fingers and stroking over his knees . You shudder to . Suspect that it might not be me . I usually do not do . Then another . Some unknown . His fingers against the skin . As a tentative captures the dress hem and it pulls up . Blots knees , continues upward and expose your thighs . Since you have been careful not to sit on the dress , the fingers to roll the hem ever higher .
You feel the cool air towards the buttocks , and when the rolling of the hem stops the dress is at the height of the hips , the navel . Everything below is exposed to the unknown hands , slowly strokes her around the hips , caressing down over the thighs of pages to the knees . And back . They face forward , stroking down over the hip bones and the womb . The slide against inner thighs , and you hurt them lightly at the very moment it is clear to you :
It's not my hands .
These are larger . And they move somehow different . But they are soft and gentle . They catch up your buttocks , lift it and pull your abdomen towards the front edge . You follow . The large hands folded gently apart thighs . You follow . You hear a slight shuffling when the stranger moves in between them . Your thigh insides contact with the stranger's thighs . They move forward , fold your increasingly to the sides , the unknown thigh glides easily under your when approaching your bared bosom .
The heart rate increases . My heart is pounding in the chaotic mixture of excitement and anticipation . Never had you been able to imagine the hormone rush this particular situation would provide .
Moments before your most private encounters an unknown male gender . The seconds before you get fucked, fucked by a man you do not even know who it is . But that still sit and know that this is exactly what will happen .
In the fantasy behind closed eyelids , his hands did not cause any electrical vibrations. They have been a step towards lovemaking . But here roars and tingles all over , the caressing touch of hands that are not yours or mine - but a strange person . They make you gasp and shudder of pleasure . The pulse firing speed and excitement is soaring . They are where foreign hands should not be, they play with your bare hip , slipping between the thighs , touching the womb . They are so forbidden and wonderful that existence becomes a surreal mix that converge in pure sexual desire .
You are sitting naked against him , omitted . Has his hands around your buttocks and soon him deep in you . And the whole body screams out his expectation and desire for uninhibited sex .
Pure sex. Nothing else . But not when you masturbate in solitude , but with a genuine , lifelike and equally excited man , who also operated by their sexual urges .
Anything touching the genitalsb. First , so gently that you hardly feel it . So more precisely . And you know it's top of the Stranger limb that meets your genital area . It's a moment so close intercourse with an unknown you can ever get . It's a man's stiffness that slowly caressing the slot and the outer sensitive labia . You hold your arms hanging loosely at your sides . And it's chills and excitement , whimsical thoughts and a touch of anxiety and pure horniness in a roaring mix . And it is an unknown dick slowly folds apart genitals and enters inch by inch. Slowly , slowly , looking out the unknown into your cave . And you lift the hips to receive him . And the big hands gripping your buttocks as he pushes himself in with its entire length .
You gasps , grabs hold of the chair seat and presses the bosom against his genitals . Enjoying the overwhelming feelings when your sex meet deep inside . And he slowly begins to make love to you . You are hard on the chair seat . In the darkness behind the mask you will meet a stiff dick , there you have sexual intercourse with anyone . Someone you do not know who it is . Someone who lets his cock drilling deep in to the next moment withdraw almost completely out again . Someone big man fucks your bared bosom . Anyone, black or white , gasping with excitement when he accelerates, dunks her abdomen against yours, pushing his cock in full length. You meet Juck connections , follow along with the rhythm , pulling you backwards when he pulls out and shoots up the entire genital area when he presses enter .
And you breathing heavily while the tanks swirls . Is he young or old ? Black or white ? One moment it is a colt, the next one the same age . In the whirling thoughts , he and I , when the consciousness out that it is not so, he becomes a naked black man . You perceive a hard mahogany shiny balls that contrasts with your fair skin where it disappears into your bosom . Fucking you without you can see it happen . The game becomes a whirl of thoughts , fantasies and waking dreams collide with reality lovemaking . It actually takes place . Intercourse that you feel deep in you .
The man's hands around your butt , that secures you , your thighs that meet and rub against your . The sounds , the wet sound splashing between your genitals . His dark , almost black , skin is stretched by playing against your thigh muscles soft shapes . It curly hair over his root is compressed each time he reaches your innermost , and mahogany ceilings slips shiny and smooth of your joint fluids .
He is the great cock , the rough and veined penis which almost completely rigid pushing your pussy lips tightly to the sides when it rough as a powerful cucumber sucked in . And in the darkness behind the mask is the black ramrod so long that your genital area can only be met when your mind is stretched a little extra .
It's him you receive .
Him you fuck . And your genital area abuts the sight of him you whimper of pleasure.
So he whirls away from the tanks .
He will be replaced without you even do it consciously . But you want to make love with more unknowns . Or rather let the stranger be more , offer other possibilities , other men .
He is a young man , an athletic and muscular youth in their late teens who overcome with lust looks on as his rock hard cock joins the masked woman's womb . He is the tall , dark-skinned with mahogany ceilings . He is a laborer , the sweaty and filthy , and his calloused rough hands leaving dirty footprint on your buttocks when he releases the grip on them .
He is a director who has just thrown the suit carelessly on the floor to join his body with yours . The handsome , clean shaven with good posture and refined language . His tie throw reciprocating in the movements . Gold chain around his neck rattling easy and the big lug ring rotates around his finger. Obsessed with your body loses his self-control which made him the director he is , and he can not see enough . His eyes devour your nakedness while he climbs up .
He on the other hand , the mask is images that rushes past .
He fucks you. You fucking him . You who are married are taking for the first time during marriage to another man . You gripping his buttocks , helps him run and you put her cheek against his chest , kissing the wet mouth . It is hairy , not I , but the hairy across the chest . And it smells freshb, freshly showered . You groans, sighs and enjoying the unknown that love with you .
The emotions escalate . You lean back , folds apart thighs as far as you can , give him access , room to put your hungry womb . And you sneak down the one hand and sounds
fingertips play with the shaft . The unknown dick . The feeling makes you shiver , horniness leaps . Your fingers moving at stake , and every time he pushes himself into the depths , face your fingers the most sensitive point.
You know the big man black man's sharp limb, fingers on it , touch it , play with the coarse shaft . You have never loved a black past, but now you do . Shamelessly lets you unfaithfulness sail away while you roll over the life against the mahogany gleaming shaft .
And when you close your hand around the fucking cock is rock hard , to burst rigid. The young stallion's limb . Perhaps one of his first ten intercourse . Perhaps his very first. Maybe you and your body the first woman he had known so close . And you know that his excitement soon turns over . That he at any time to lose control and fills you with his seed .
You gripping his ham with one hand , causing him to pick up the pace . And you meet his Juck solutions faster and faster , her clit gets increasingly massage and breathing choppy . Then comes the lovely feeling , the one who gets the most superficial nerves to dance , receiving the womb screaming for more - just more - and even more . And throughout the life caught up, cramp when the orgasm washes its waves through you . So strong is it that you lose your breath for a short while , and just whimpers while rapids of the wonderful waves .
You put your head back , and draws deep breaths while the waves ebbed away . But during life moving rhythmically , rolls around the fucking manhood , and you clench and relax alternately .
Rub and knead the unknown inside you . Gives him a deep massage .
And just as you counted approaching the Unknown its climax . His hands take hold of your thigh at the top of the hips and he accelerates . Breathing becomes choppy, gasps clearer . So he's humping sharply a few times, pressing into its entire length , providing for the first time a noise when he keeps quiet in the very last second before ejaculation . And you squeeze hard on him in depth . He sighs , a new grip with your hands and hold tight on your buttocks as he balances the top of the orgasm peak . Then he releases the spirit and you know how manhood in you pulsates when the grain is pouring out of him in long waves . His "Aaaah ..." suggests a darker voice than mine . An older voice than mine, you get the feeling .
You rock gently for life against the unknown man . He moves slowly in you while the last grain pours out of him . So he becomes stationary . And you stay . Everything becomes calm until you feel his lips softly kiss your breasts on the outside of the dress and his hands as carefully play around feathery around on your bare skin around the genital area and across your thighs . You stroking his hips and thighs , letting fingertips caress around the inner thighs, feeling how they knottras of your light touch .
And you've decided . You should let the mask on until he disappeared . You want to remember lovemaking session with the unknown as it was .
You raise a finger to his mouth and hush :
- Sssch , say nothing .