A Page Ripped Straight Out Of My Diary (Surrendering)

I have never in my life admitted such force of nature I cannot reckon with, until today. I am the captive of my own sweet lust, the wet feeling between my thighs I cannot control. The fever only the medicine of him driving deep inside me can cure, can tame, can control.      
His strong hands roving over the suppleness of my body feeling my mind when he asks me to disrobe, standing back admiring my flesh as I reveal peaks of me to his arresting eyes.      
      
Pushing me over the bed, sliding down my thong, placing it inside my mouth, to his knees he goes, ever so gently kissing over my buttocks, jiggling the other, soft bites into the softness of my flesh. His tongue following over the reddish discoloration. I am his to command, to use my skin at his discretion where pain knows no acquittal and time has no sense of direction. Only my moans to feel the blending of our essence, begging to have an ounce of his affection lavished on, and in the wetness of my pussy.      
      
Sapiosexual, enchantress, is not what it seems as one must add, its mental damnation and physical daunting, without the object of one’s desire.      
        
I pant in unbridled passion, with my legs closed, just to hear myself echo out his name so many nights, so many times in my mind, thoughts of his palms locking within mine, him stirring his hard manhood deeper inside me, the pleasure of sweat pockets, blanketing between our skin, leaning his head downward kissing my lips, my self-control slipping, the façade of my equanimity is surfacing, and at a steady pace.        
        
My soul within, igniting an illusion of self-gratification, unclasping my palms in his, in haste, opening my thighs wider, enfolding them around his stature, smashing on his buttocks, pressing him deeper into the abyss of unfulfilled lust, driven by desire, ordained by my fetish appetite for him, my pussy hole coveting the extension of his soul, bathing his width in my creaminess, surrendering, submitting, echoing moans ringing out as my body serenades unto the feeling of being taken, my sense of direction overruled. In this moment, he is the victor I am his prey.        
        
His sexual being moving all over me, gyrating the power of his dominance for me to fall, refusing to leave a drop of his pearly stream behind, my temple being invaded by novelties of his choice, my outcries pouring, echoes of pleasure falling on deaf ears, licking around my mouth savoring my ecstasy on his tongue, sticking it out for me to partake in the flavor of me.      
      
Strong hands cupping my buttocks, easing into me, hands gripped, over my head they rest, his muscular hairy legs, trapping me, spanking the tips of my nipples, nipping at my peaks, then humping me into a state of physical oblivion, physical damnation, owning my soul on a plateau where my mind and body belongs to him, feels him, yearns for him, I need the smell of him on me to wear.      
        
Oh God, save me from this sweet self-torture, destiny continues to deliver me until the garden of Eden’s downfall, no will unto me as not to open the flowery petals of my nature, his stemmed apple feeding the wanderlust of my core, providing homage unto my aching needs, heeding unto my cries of pleasure, begging to be free.      
        
The rainfall of my Chi, allowing this man, and only this man, to reap the rewards of the feast of me, the escaping juices of my fortune, staining his lips, his body marking mine in the presence of pleasure, the absence of pain.      
        
Ohh…. sweet mercy, I’m fucking seeping the solstice of me, I’m lost, drowning… my body trembling, my mind gasping between the sweetest surrender flowing from me, we, becoming as one, seeking the desires of my wondrous juices, he drinks of me, draining me, leaving me between the realm of Heaven and the nonexistence of his affection, Hell.        
        
I’m not complete, until his lips are claiming mine, his mouth teasing my nipples, his grunts within the delight of me, becomes the art of my wishes, my sounds, the ecstasy of his erection slicing into me, driving deeper, his width kissing the walls of my silken core, taking me by free will, giving him every inch of my naked aggression, he has awoken, eclipsing my soul inch by inch, overshadowed in the honor of my needs worn around his heart like a badge.      
        
We are locked as one, milking, each other’s pleasure zone, passion colliding without escape, not knowing where the longitude of our lust begins, or the desires of our latitude shall end.      
      
His palms cupping my ass, his erection plummeting inside, retreating to hear my cries, suffocating my moans with his mouth, then double humping me like an animal in heat.        
        
Spillage seeping, scratches to the skin of deniable hunger, whereas, the body can be ravished, seduced, controlled unto the resolve of someone.      
        
This is not right, to want, to need, to taste the fire, reap the spoils of the human flesh of another. In the sphere of time, his mind is mine, my body belongs to him, the bed, the magnification of our earthly sins as we lay, consumed by the calling knowing the night belongs to us.      
   
   
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