Compacted Energy

I'm addicted to her orgasm....

It's like one of those Hadouken that Ryu throws from those Street Fighter video games. It's this ball of contained and compacted energy...it glows yellow, like a firefly.....it's this orb like substance that floats above her, growing more and more with the passion that lies between our sheets.

It starts off in her mind, the wanting, the needing, the suckling of my flesh. She bites me, marks me, bruises me, scratches me, pushes me, and ravages my body. The more and more she is on top of me, penetrating, filling, piercing, puncturing and entering, the more I see the glowing yellow ball start to descend like a ball floating downwards on a typical New Year's Eve at Times Square.

As we move about in our elaborate passionate fucking, I see the ball drop further and further towards her dick. The ball encompasses her beautiful naked body and makes her glow as well....I feel it more and more, getting closer...oh so close.

By now, I start to glow a feverish red...the yellow and red mesh together as one creating a luscious orange. We are as one for that very moment leading towards orgasm...and it's not going to stop anytime soon. We fuck and fuck and fuck and by now the ball situates itself as the base of her cock. It begins to spin....and quickly picks up speed.....it's spinning furiously as she tells me how hot and tight my pussy is for her....my pussy becomes her addiction, one that she reveals in small increments.

Her movements become rapid as she gets close, I push all my energy into my clit to let her know it is time. We go for broke, pushing all are energies together, all our colors, our passion, ourselves....the spinning ball curves backwards, ready to unleash hell at it's target....my clit now burning, begs for mercy.

It charges and then it hits me, like a freight train...like a roller coaster after it climbs all the way up ready to charge down at the bottom. My body is thrown aback by the feeling and tightens up as my own orgasm envelops my body. The orange aura of our sexuality begins to resemble the colors of a rainbow turning every shade of red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. We stop for a second as our eyes meet and stare at one another...it is a pause of a few seconds that feels like a lifetime.

We keep going after that...only to see where the journey will take us again.

Animalistic

She mounts me as I lay on the glitter covered floor. We had been making out all night and it was time to take it to the next level. I feel a finger enter my pussy and feel around. I almost began to scream for another finger as she pulls it out and lowers her head. Her tongue envelopes my clit in a way where I have never felt before. I begin to moan in ecstasy as her mouth begins to suck my circle of pleasure. My hands clasp the dirtied black floor and my nails begin to dig into the glitter surrounding us. As my hands carve away, as my arms begin to tighten up, as my legs begin to spread wider, she knows I am ready.

At first I feel it, just a tiny bit, as her 10 inch cock enters my body, and enter it all it did. Her rocking movements were in perfect harmony with my hungry body. We fuck for what seems like hours, moving about, changing positions. She gets off on my tight pussy and begins to tell me so while alternating that from how badly she has wanted to be inside me from the moment we met 5 months ago. My mind races as she tells me this. I know it's a heat of the moment conversation, I know it's not real, it's only a dream, but for now it's what I need.

I remember when we first met vividly. I was working the door at a theater and mistook her for being a part of a large reservation of teenagers. It was then that I looked at her again and realized she looked a bit older than 15. I laughed to myself for making such a silly mistake and when she passes me by again, I struck up a conversation that began with an apology. We talk and there is something, but nothing that I wanted to actively pursue...or did I?

I see her around every so often, and the more I see her, the more I want her inside me. There was this raw, aggressive, quality about her that I needed. I wanted a pounding that would leave me with bruises the next morning. I wanted it rough. I noticed more and more that she was checking me out, and in my feeble attempts at playing the field, I ignored them....but I still saw it. The glance, the once over, the eyes carefully peeling off my clothes with my every move. It was then that I realized how intricately I moved my body when she was around.

Now, just right now, she is inside me. I still move my body and pay close attention to the details. She pulls me close to her as I begin to cum for the first time with her and makes these sounds that were so raw and deliciously animalistic.

She was like an animal in complete heat, fucking me with a fervor that I have longed forever to experience, yet she doesn't overshadow my pleasure with her own, she makes sure I cum for her, she makes sure that her kitty sings a beautiful song in her honor. She turns the kitten in me into a roaring lion.

Afterwards I am swept away, but not interested in anything remotely relating to a relationship or love. I am addicted to her incredible sexual prowess and it's like a drug. I even had symptoms of withdrawal the next day, almost writing about in pain because I needed my next fix. She is my crack, my cocaine, my heroin....and I want to use it until it has satisfied me. I guess this is what it truly means to be in lust.