Shared Destiny

A passionate male describes and thus declares his love
and lust to the idiosyncratic beauty of “She”.

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Let us begin..

The feelings overwhelm me as I am obsessed with and
without you. You are more than aware of my constant
need; my hunger which is my lust as I am yours. You can
smell it and taste it, of this I am certain. Yes, roll
it around in your mouth, lover; taste my obsession.
Savor it. You love it, don’t you?

You need and want it as it consumes any and all who
would even dare but it is you who are ensnared at this
point and time. This is good, for it shows that you are
truly a woman possessed and so, obsessed as you would
seek the knowledge of my totality, contained and thus
willfully drained of masculinity and the intangible
essence that breathes new life where once there was
none; a victory attained through the giving and
reception of the sublime pleasure that is without
measure as the destination is achieved in kind.

I will take you there.

In the center of things she sits as I am around and
about, revolving still. I must be some what cautious,
for her ways are not always if ever, mine; our
dimensions vary drastically yet there is harmony within
this natural discord because we desire one another so
desperately… I put my hands around your tender neck as
I whisper naughtily and enticingly to you: “I want you
lover. I love you and yes, I want you over and over
again.”

Sometimes it feels as though I’ve never really wanted
until now. I mean, sex is sex; you’re fucking and that’s
pretty much it but for some reason this is different.It
proposes to be refreshingly more involving and at once
more gratifying, if you will.

Rubbing your bulbous and seemingly perfectly round
titties through the halter, feel my cock growing, lover.
Feel my hardening cock growing as I fondle you all over
and how was your day? Did you think of me in the
consumption of all your wondrous wanderings, via me? Did
the dream-lover please you in this reverie? Know that I
want you.

I want you always and I will never stop; this passionate
zest being manifest and damned be any who would detain,
constrain or even think of complaining. Pulling your
skirt down to the floor as I too descend, bring you with
me as well. Kissing you a way that shall release all of
you unto and into me; give it all to me, sweet lover. I
want to go deep inside and I am going; I am going inside
of you. Fucking you on the floor, feelings of dirtiness
permeate the otherwise purity of my sole purpose.

Your ass smacks the floor flatly as I pump and pound the
helpless cunt. Fucking it; fucking it so good. Fucking
you and while fucking you, I think of fucking you as
these torrid thoughts float and flitter by and by
throughout our intercourse.

I would remain here, in this lovely realm of the
subconscious and in some way, I shall, for I possess the
key, which unlocks and unleashes. Pounding, smacking; if
the embers could speak, they would scream: “fuuuuuuuck!
Cum for me lover; make your pussy cum. I know it wants
to cum. Cum, sweet pussy, cum! Cum hard for your devoted
lover and put no one above… Cum! Cum for the one who
desires you the most. Lose yourself in this irrational
unreality and to hell with preconception, consciousness
and the rest of it! Cum for me… Yes, come…”