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It should be a normal Thursday night. All the lights in the house are out, with the moon being the only source of light to illuminate the area…. Except for one room. If one enters, they would have wondered if a thief had broken in. The clothes were thrown all over the floor, the lower cupboards were left open and skewed as if the item the person was looking for could not be found. And on the bed, lies the owner of the place.
Panting...gasping.
His ears were red, his skin was glistening with sweat and his hand moving at a non-stop fast pace. The blanket that was previously on top of his body, wrapping him in warmth and comfort, is now slowly being moved to the floor due to the movement of the owner. Sounds that he would never produce are being let out from his mouth. No one can hear him anyway …
The object of his desires ..his fantasies ..is sleeping peacefully in her apartment downstairs
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…fuck..
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Just thinking of her being so close yet separated by one floor is agonizing. Almost every sleepless night, like tonight, he would wonder, how would she look sprawling on his bed ….undressed…naked…wanton…asking for him to take her...
He won’t deny her, he can’t deny her.
He’ll give her everything she ever wanted.
He would imagine what would look good on her. Something black? Lacey? It would complement her fair skin so well. Would her nipples be hard from being exposed to the cold air, is it sensitive to the touch... he knows though ... he can sometimes see it whenever he drops a visit to her house and she welcomes him, wearing nothing but a huge white shirt. The need to have it in his mouth, just taking her then and there is indescribable...but he had to control himself … feigning ignorance to her oblivious seduction.
It's excruciating.
His mind wanders more.. to her smooth black hair, soft to the touch…to grip as he takes her from behind, making her face the mirror where she’ll see the place they are connected. How would it feel to have her mouth on him, licking and sucking the tip ...wanting to push the whole thing down her throat ...wondering if she would have a gag reflex though the sound of her choking on his dick is bringing more dark thoughts to his already deranged head.
Better yet, he would picture the ways she would open herself up to him. Offering herself to this hunter who is hungry for the prey that is served on a silver platter. She would show him her pretty pink folds...beckoning him to come to her... Calling his name.. and he would go down on her. Sinking his tongue inside her most private areas. Sucking , licking , biting , kissing , doing everything he can with his mouth until she couldn’t take it anymore and then he would guide himself inside her. The sounds of her gasps and cries is music to him.
Just thinking about her is damning to his mind. His hand moved faster and faster, stroking himself, thinking about every single possible scenario, every single thing that she could do to him and vice versa… till he finally succumbed. He let out the last of the high and looked at his hand, covered with his own essence. Wondering when will he be covered by hers.
He closed his eyes and let out a shudder from the thought. He can't come again tonight. He had to stop thinking about her before he forgone another night of no sleep.
Tomorrow he will have to greet her as a normal coworker, a partner. For now, he has to hide this part of himself. The feral animalistic part of him that just wants to take and lock her in his den but he can't scare her … not yet.
But someday… someday ..she’ll be his.