It’s nearing the witching hour, and still thoughts of you play across my consciousness. Dark thoughts….secret thoughts….thoughts of our time together…..
The full moon masquerade was, in spite of being my favorite event of the year, boring. The same people in the same costumes, making their masks unnecessary. I smooth my aubergine dress and adjust the feathers adorning my face, desperate for-something. For someone. And, as if by magic, you appear. Like you stepped out of my head and onto the smooth marble floor. Who are you? Where did you come from? One look from the eyes that pierce me thru your mask and my questions fall away, replaced by want. I watch you watching me, undressing me, and beneath my mask I feel my face grow warm. I close my eyes, breathe and steady myself. But it’s too late, and the deep low ache I felt at first sight of you has grown into a fever. I open my eyes, and as quickly as you appeared you have gone. Maybe better this way. Growing weary of the merriment, and wanting to quench my lust, I slip away to an quartered off section of the ballroom. My breath hitches as my hands run the length of my bodice, pretending to be you-it hitches again when I become aware that I am not alone. There you are. You don’t see me, and I relax. I watch as you rub the front of your costume….
watch you as you look around to make sure no ones looking..
watch you as you pull your rock hard cock out and start stroking yourself. I know it’s me that’s caused your affliction, and wetness pools between my legs in approval. The gods deserve praise for making you. I can feel desire radiating from you, as you stand in the moonlight pleasuring yourself at the thought of what’s beneath my dress. It’s working me into a frenzy inside. I want you to take me-here. Now.
I step from the shadows, into the moonbeams, making my presence known. You stand before me, blushing thru your mask with the guilt of being caught, but your eyes give away your excitement. It is my undoing. I can’t get to you fast enough. My mouth finds yours, hungry for the lust you have for me.
My body shudders, as if remembering your touch from another time…your hands moving across my body, making short work of my heavy dress. Violet material cascades to the floor, revealing the black corset beneath it, exposing my bare breasts to the night air. You stand back and smile in approval, and I melt when you sweep me back into your arms. I love the way you touch me…like your hands were made to hold me. Lips crashing back into mine, your tongue coaxing them open to breathe in every secret, wanton desire I have for you. I crave you. My hand wanders down to touch your erection, and you groan when I take you into my hand and start stroking you. You trail kisses down my neck and find a perfect pink nipple to suck on. I can feel you get harder in my hands as your tongue traces circles around it, and I gasp in pleasure as you bite and lick and suck first one and then the other. I want you darling, so badly. You continue to trail kisses down, unfastening my corset so your lips can taste my skin…
Sliding your hand into my silk panties…smiling at my want for you. You pull me to a chaise in the corner…and before I can resist you’re inside me. Fucking me in a slow, steady rhythm, so that I can feel every inch of you inside me….my pussy drenched, gripping your cock as you pick up the pace, thrusting harder and deeper….faster….rapidly sending me closer to climax. Oh god…..yessss….don’t stop….I gush for you as wave after orgasmic wave crashes over me, again and again. When I’m sated, you pull out and step away from me, your hardness glistening with juices from inside me. I know what you want. I want it too. Without a word I move from the chaise to my knees and take your cock into my eager mouth. I can taste myself on you, so sweet…I suck you deeper, gagging myself as your dick rubs the back of my throat….I can hear you moaning for me, see the pleasure on your face as I look up at you thru my mask….I fucking love it. Your hands fisted in my hair, fucking my face, forcing yourself farther down my throat…..I can feel you stiffen as you get closer to release….I want to feel you blow all over me. I let the hardness filling my mouth slide out…and take off my mask. I look up at you eyes begging for you….and you oblige me, stroking yourself until your sweet hot cum sprays across my face. You keep pumping, spurting across my breasts…I open my mouth and suck you deep as you shoot the the last of your load down my throat. I swallow it gratefully, tasting both of us on my tongue. I rub my cum slicked breasts, pinching my nipples. I want more. You do not disappoint, and you pull me up from the floor and throw me onto the chaise, burying your face in my still soaking wet pussy. A mutual groan of pleasure escapes both of us, and you spread my legs wider for better access. Your tongue feels like heaven as you explore every inch of me, and as you lick and suck my clit I feel the orgasm building inside me. I feel you slide your fingers deep into my pussy, feel your tongue commanding me to cum. I am helpless to fight it. Gushing, screaming, soaking you as you make me cum again and again. You stop only after I beg you, my body spent. I close my eyes, reveling in my climax. I feel you brush my hair from my face, taste myself on your lips as you kiss me. It’s blissful. I open my eyes-I want to see your face-but you’re gone. As if into thin air, vanished as quickly as you appeared earlier in the night. I find that I am not naked, but fully clothed, my costume complete-not a bead or feather out of place. I wonder if you were some sort of midnight reverie…if you were ever even here-and then I see it. Your mask, on the balcony, bathed in the light of a fat full moon.
The witching hour has come and gone, and still the thought of you drifts over me. And still I sit, wanting more, and waiting.