Im like a Sex Bomb on the verge of self detonation.

Your eyes, they put a spell on me, I cant look away but I surrender myself willingly to your captivation. I lose myself minutes at a time staring at them, for anyone can clearly see a deep pool of emotion and intrigue runs deep in them but the longer I stare into them, I see raw eroticism burning deep inside with the tip of the flame manifesting as a fetching glimmer begging me to delve deeper.

Even when the lights go off I can still see your eyes, amorous and seductive as the darkness melts away moral dilemma and uncertainty of what started off as friendship. As usual, you try to turn away from me, a pathetic attempt to block me with a cold shoulder but reading body language is my speciality, and right now your body is teasing me, alluring me, inviting me to come and play. I feel your body go limber, as I come from behind you, scooping you by your neck, pulling you close to me as my fingers wrap along your throat, adding just enough force to let you know, im not taking 'no' for an answer. Here in my inner haven when the darkness takes over, submission to our basic sexual prowess becomes law, and here in my world, you belong to me.

We find ourselves in a menage trois, with the goddess Venus, as she smiles, blessing our passion with a kiss, igniting an uncontrollable inferno in which with both gladly burn in its tumultuous flames.

We begin with appetizers. I kiss your lips, soft as cashmere, smooth as caramel along the rough exterior of my very own. Our lips dance a familiar ballad weve done so many times before and our tongues intertwine like two leviathans courting each other. I bite at your lip, to remind you that my sexual appetite is fierce and I hunger for you, wanting to devour you whole. But for you slow and steady, time and sensuality is the name of the game, taming the monster inside me who wants to voraciously tear your clothes off with my teeth and talons. I have always been recognized for my strength in all things that define who I am but why am I fucking putty, malleable in all ways, in your delicate embrace?

Even in the ink pool of darkness that surrounds us, I can feel you become someone else entirely, a sexual vixen made apparent in the dark, by the way you touch me with your hands, a maestro's touch, the way you molest my right ear with your tongue while you whisper in it how badly you want to feel me inside you. And the way you tantalize my neck with your lips, each kiss sweeter and more sensuous then the last, the very definition of nirvana.

I fumble with your shirt, clumsily searching for buttons while my mouth uncontrollably salivate at what awaits me. Angrily, I take a short cut and raise your shirt like a pirate desperately unearthing treasure, in this moment seconds feel like minutes but my god it was worth the wait. Your breasts, perfect and ample is but one of many delectable feasts on your body I wish to enjoy, the perfect appetizer. I shove your right breast into my mouth and begin sucking it as if there was a never ending supply of oxygen in it. I clench your nipple in between my teeth just hard enough to extract a moan, that compels you to grab the back of my head with both of your palms, body language I know all to well. I feel your other breast seething with jealously, a jealousy I dont mind rectifying. I dive onto it and give it the same treatment, sucking, licking and kissing it, there's no where else i'd rather be, except in between your legs but I remind myself, slow and steady, time and sensuality is the name of the game.

I reach down and undo my belt, unfasten the button and pull down my zipper, a sound I surely thought would incite a protest from you, fortunately me, that never came. I smile in the dark as I free my cock,  that had been banging its ugly fucking head against my zipper, screaming for it's freedom inside the halls of my mind. This time I dont hesitate and neither do you, as I place your hand on my pet monster, who's ultimate goal in life is throw up inside you, in your mouth or all over your face. You begin to stroke my cock, with a touch as delicate as the way you kiss.

And suddenly you change things up.

Im now on my back, I see your shadowy silhouette, hovering over me, haunting, sexy and foreboding as you take the reigns. You pin my body to the bed and tease at my lips with your tongue, which I desperately try to bite. The sound of my teeth clacking together echoes in the darkness, testament to my failure but it adds to the ambience, a drop in the bucket to the tension that's been building up for weeks.

You suck on my right ear again, lathering it with affection, I beg you to tell me again what you said earlier, to which you oblige with a smile I can see through the dark and you tell me, you want to feel me inside you and add another twist, you provocatively whisper in a tone as smooth as ice..

"I want to fuck you so badly"

My eyes hit the back of my head, for those words are what every man wants to hear from a sexy ass bitch as perfect as yourself. You begin to make your way down south kissing every erogenous zone on the way down to my cock, stopping at my nipples, a curious affair, your intentions made clear as you bite down on it, punishing every nerve ending with your teeth, reminding me of my own mortality. I let out a whimper but inside im screaming for more as you ease the pain with kisses.  

Its me who wants to penetrate you but why do I feel your tendrils deep inside me? I feel you fucking me with your eyes and molesting my body with your hands, making me feel vulnerable as you pin me down with your weight. Im unaccustomed to losing control, especially for a man who gets what he wants, when I want it and right away.

But apparently, here in the darkness, in my inner haven, I realize we've been playing by your rules this whole time and its actually me, who belongs to you.

I tell you I want to fuck you so bad and in my heart, I want to fuck you like an animal, untethered to the ideals of love for in this moment, we are ruled by the gods of eroticism, pleasure, pain and my favorite, lust.

All that comes crashing down when you ask that fateful question that ended the night.

Do you have a condom? in which I shamefully replied 'no but I can just pull out...'

TO BE CONTINUED....