The Thirst is Real

The Thirst Is Real

The Sun stole the dark from night on an early Monday morning in the last week of May, I took a long slow drag from a Montecristo as it slowly climbed the sky the sfumato displaying rich tones of ruby, scarlet, and crisis with a lucid hue of canary while I savour the taste of Havana. A flock of birds soar in harmony past snow white nebulous clouds which sporadically scatter across it , while the foliage of map danced gracefully in the distance….

Elongated shadows form as the canopy of dust gradually disappears, the tranquil sound of water cascading into the pond adds to the milieux while reflecting the breath taking tenor of the sky. The semiblance of a female silhouette appears on the lawn while lithe leafstalks subtly swway and lobed evergreen leaves deliciously fly around pearl white efflorescent buds, the parastic tendrils of poison ivy clutch to the trellis insidiously infecting the pergola as it crept along its frame…

A menalous blue morpho momently rests upon the cream buttress of the love seat that gently swathed in the centre of the pergola, while the shadows of dust ascend easterly progressively creating contours from trees and hedges westerly, along the stone footpath and onto the lawn. It’s chains flickered compassionately from the morning glow as the flower of the sky eloquently unfurled it’s bright fore and hind wings exhibiting an iridescent shade of blue with tawny edges while it ascends and danced especially past the status of Aphrodite towards the pond….

Luminaires permeate through the French doors that face the courtyard while absorbing the astonishing view, they cast onto a ring gag, paddle and spurs which lay in front of a mahogany humidor, set on the mid 19^th century ebony and ivory Milanese desk. The ectopic scene was a welcome distraction while idly sitting in my study. I yawned, intrinsically stretching my arms in debility , then exhausted a thick cloud of amborphou cigar smoke into the air and decided to retire. I stub the Edmundo out into a nearby ashtray and repetitively stall the fragmented eggs that littled it as the grey mist evanesced, then grasped the gag from the desk and casually walked past the gold ingot used as a door stop and exit the room….

I made my way up the palatial staircase and walked along the hall ignoring the nacreous black and white latex enveloped maid that greeted me as I Walked past her, she glistened with lustre from the incandescence of a crystal chandelier while she diligently dusted the frame of a Rembrandt. The transparent straps of the gag swayed radically in my left hand to the tune of my footsteps that echoed from the walls, they quickly tapped against the white marble floor while I strolled easterly past a collection of priceless paintings towards the Master chamber…..

Noticing the door was ajar I slowly pushed it open and was greeted with the familiar scent of latex fused with the redoLence of her perfume, the volatile essence of Ylang Ylang infused with Damascus and Jasmine inebriate the air arousing me innately as she stood before the black Venetian dressing table preparing herself as instructed, wearing black patent Christian Louboutin Princess high silettos, black nylon stockings accompanied with a matching suspender belt from Agent Provocateur, opalescent black wrist and ankle cuffs with a matching micro mini skirt that shimmered while it clung to her hips and upper thighs as if it were a second skin. She was panty less with a complimenting Princess plug shamelessly peeking under the hem and shimmering salaciously between her sun tanned freshy cheeses. Unaware of my presence, I lingered in the doorway enhralled by the evocative view of her scantily clad silhouette, the contours of her sculpturesque frame saturate my mind with thoughts of debauchery and imbibe my eyes with lecher…

I decide upon the element of surprise and advance from behind, the bloodred soles of my black velvet shoes quietly inch along the marble floor as her white Chihuahua’s diaphragm innocently expands and deflates whilst he originally locked on the black King size Venetian four poster bed, his left eye opened briefly and focused on me as I slowly edged past a black display case that housed an array of extreme toys then abruptly receives to his regular state….

I grasped hold of her right buttock, starting her momentarily while kneeing it with possession into the palm of my right hand. She inhaled deeply while her sapphire eyes slather towards me, instinctively holding her breath in reaction to my touch. The black latex collar confined around her neck was a symbol of the gift she had given me and a reminder of the unbreakable bond that we shared, a bond that held far more significance than any wedding band could Possibly have. She was my raison d’etre, consecrated before conception, she was destined to be mine before she knew it, just as I was hers……

The large silver ring from the collar glimmered as a pearlescent image of myself reflects from her fleur de lis . Her eyes glisten beneath swart svelte long lashes as I tuck her hair behind her left ear and inhale the infusion of jasmine, lily and rose nestling my chin over her should transiently admiring her beauty cast from the mirror, then ravenously ran the tip of my tongue along the collar and up the side of her neck sequaciously exhaling as I breathed into her ear…

“Good Morning Baby girl, I do hope you are wet and ready for me””

She replies with a nod and exhales, she held a tube of cherry red lipstick in her right hand and was in the midst of carefully sketching her trademark lipstick letters onto her face. She had completed the W and H on the right side of her cheese, the R was a little smelled due to my interruption. She regressed to completing the liturgical task and attentively inscribed the E, then focused on me with a demore expression while her cherry red, botox enhanced lips accentuated delicate flecks of white as they mirrored subtle tones from surrounding light…..

I release my grapp from her buttock and slapped it devilishly. It shook momentarily while a heavenly moan escaped her lips, and I then held the gag ritualistically in front of her, centering the silver ring before her mouth. She innately raised her arms around mine while I held the transparent straws in each Hand, then clutched her platina locks into both hands and pulled her tempers into the air, innocently opening her mouth as she leaned forward and clenched her teeth around the ring…

Drool instantly flowed from her mouth and trickled southernly along her chin while I sedulously buckle the straws over the nape of her neck, the saintly grip of the ring sinfully held her mouth open, forcing her successful cherry painted lips into the shape of an “O”, matching the letters that she had cardinally applied onto her cheeses which cunningly spelt the word “WHORE” across her face. A string of drool connecting from her chin to her left breast caught my attention as it hurtlessly sweepled to and fro , I used the index and middle fingers of my left hand to break the string, scooping it upwards and amorously fed it back into her mouth as she gazed at me with an angelic facial expression….

“Turn around and spread your legs””

I demand in a belligerent tone, she Responses without a thought, immediately turning to face me, and spreading her legs in compliance. I cup my right hand under her chin and patiently wait as saliva ran southernly from her mouth and trickled slowly into my palm filling my hand. I move my hand away from her chin and coast it with tenure between her played thighs, a low pitched moan bellowed through her O shaped lips as she religiously ground herself against it, helplessly rocking her hips to and from in a frantic attempt to quench her thirst, lewd sounds emit from her saturated cunt incantatory with her rhythm asit steadily increased in tempo….

Her moans melodically slid one into the next almost creating a smooth continuous harmony, Devil may care as she amorally drive her smoothly waxed cunt back and forth against my fingers sustaining a fluid luxury. The dormant slut that resided within had been inflamed, her subconscious took over actually reacting to her consciousness desires, the thirst is real she was enslaved into a vicious cycle where she pathetically attempts to fill and endless reserver, in desperation to satisfy a carnal desire that could not be quenched. I glad into her cavernous eyes as they carefully looked back at me and say….

“You’re such a dirty whore”

The coalescence of her saliva and her juices create a silky consistency as she devoutly ground herself against my fingers, her double E cup breasts rose and fall in sequence to her breathing as it steadily quickened, an air pocket in the saliva string cohered from her chin to her left breast momenttly took my focus, it flickered delicately from the morning light as it helped travelled down her breast reflecting from several light sources in the room. Her moans heighten as she obviously ground her soppy cunt against my fingers like a needy bitch in heat, her breathing pattern staccatos in synch with her pitch, emanating a begin sound to the ear, her tights began to quiver and her eyes dilate like a junkie Needing their fix as she voraciously thrust her hips back and forth in salubity ….

The notes of her concern to play rapidly one after another as her hips propel to and from in hysteria, compelling her lubricated cunt to rise incandescently while she frantically indulged herself against my fingers. The rhythm and pitch of her vocal chords diminuendo as the salacious tempo of her hips quickly slow to a caesura, the dulcet of her serenata dramatically stops her thighs tremor sending a chain reaction throughout her body while a mascara stained tear sympathetically trickles from her left eye staining her cheek as it slatternly trailed through the crisis painted letter “R”. I moved my hand away from her wanton cunt while maintaining eye contact and slowly ran my tongue along its palm to the tip of my fingers, ensuring I collected the mixture of her sweet nectar and saliva into my mouth, then hooked my index finger into the ring of the gag and used it as leverage conveniently pulling her face towardss mine…..

“”Stick your tongue out””

Duteously, she responds to my request and thrusts her tongue forward, I momentarily suckled on the tip of her tongue then slowly sank mine through the gag and into her open mouth. Her tongue instantly reacts and sensitively entwines with mine allowing her to taste Serenity as I feel her moans vibrate into the back of my mouth while our tongues danced passwordately against one Another in a slow lingering kiss…

I slide my finger out of the gag and ran my fingers up and along the back of her collar, feeling the lock glide past my fingertips and gripped hold of her hair forcing her to break away from the kiss by briskly jerking her hair downwards, instantly jolting her head backwards and elongating her larynx. The path of her drool changed course and ran down her collar as a gasp flowed from her mouth, the anomalen position of her throat constructs her trachea, forcing her to take deep controlled breaths. The string of saliva that coupled from her chin to her breast snapped and fell onto her chest, it ran through her cleavage at a modern pace while she retired our sacred cocktail…

“Swallow””

She swallowed without hesitation. I release my grip from her hair, her head moves back to its natural position then stars into my eyes with reverie. We were enrapped in Terra Cognita a beginning less and endless multidimensional realm of Debauchery of which two beings are Mortally sealed, the incarnation of our souls act as interwoven threads that violently twist and vibrate, eternally playing an imperfectly perfect symphony in sequence with Serenity. She breathed for me as my heart beat for her in choreography with the rise of the Sun and the fall of the Moon….

“”I complete You perfectly, You completely perfect me””

I walked towards the dressing table and drew the matching black chair from it, then gently slide it across the floor towards her, ensuring that she feel the edge of the seat behind her calves and instructed her to….

“Sit down””

She sat on the chair innately pushing her behind to the edge of the seat as drool forgivingly ran southernly along her abdomen to her pelvis, she spread her thighs and lustratively began to pleasure herself. The prescribed tasked of edge had rapidly evolved into a need that throw her into a never ending battle with self, it had transformed her into a rampantly rapacious slut that had acquired a thirst that could not be quenched, the physical act had subconsciously become an addiction that eclipsed the desire to climax…

“”Do take care of what’s not Yours, it may be attached to You but it belongs to me””

She had tasted the forbidden fruit that dwelled within the inferno of Serenity, instantly propelling her into the dark. With each and every dying second I lured her deeper into the shadows, she was lost in Terra Cognita I was the light that she helped follow like a moth to a flame. I ensnared her heart and eternally enslaved her into a depraved state of perversion of which I amorally toyed, played, fucked, moulded and manipulated to my misogynistic desires. A sacred realm where her wants, needs, dreams and desires were mine and my reality was hers….

I divert my attention to the dressing table, leaving her in content as she hopelessly tries to satisfy her insatiable appeal. It had a gold and white shaped feminine bottle of J’adore by Christian Dior, a crystal vase that housed twelve Grand Prix Snow White roses, which unmistakably add character while they delicately filter through the air and subtly diffuse into the ambience. There was a hand held Black and Decker pneumatic hammer drill with a twelve inch jet black dildo attached, lying idle beside two crystal flutes that sat upside down in front of a silver ice bucket, which accommodated a bottle of Dom Perignon 1976 pink champion inside….

A black silk blindfold with illegible white letters embroidered into it languidly draped over an antique Tiffany jewellery box in the centre console, an array of costumes were scattered to the left with a pair of black latex panties lazy fully lodged beside them. Her persistent moans saturate the air as she mindlessly continued to amuse herself, I grasped the blindfold from the silver jewellery box and placed it over her eyes, depriving her of her vision and forcing her to rely on other senses. I tied the loose ends behind her head, securing it into place and whisper into her ear….

“”You have enrusted that I will make theCorrect decisions for You, Your interests are in my best interest, my needs are Yours and you will give me what I need!””

I revert my attention to the dressing table and pull the champion from the bucket, the rose redolence rouses my sense of smell, evoking me to admire the involve cleared within the large white heads while delicate petals tranquilly pursue open. I regress to removing the bottle stop and proceed to fill the flutes, her vocal cords rose and fell into a melissima and rang through the air as her arousal heightened. I placed the first full flute onto the table and repeat the process with the second…

Her moans gradually decline and abruptly fade out, the pause allowed me to know that she had nearly the point of no return. Her melody of arousal was harmonious to the ear, the sudden silence immediately changed the character of the room, the Only notable sound was the effortcence of pink bubbles as they danced wildly inside of the flute, I slowly fillthe second and couple it with the first by placing them side by side, then slip the bottle back into the bucket positioning it on its side…

The seraphic sound of her moans return suddenly and flow through the air, immediately adding a sense of the serene to the atmosphere. Her thirst was becoming mine, almost as if her addition was mine, her vocal chords struck a series of notes that portamento into the next, creating a smooth Continuous sound that I craved, each and every time that she approached the point of no return and hit the peripheral wall. I developed a thirst for more, the need to have her near as she rampantly edged herself mercilessly throughout the night and day had turned into a carnal desire, I craved the air she breathed along with the incantation that consistently harmonised and intotoxicated the air….

I extend my arm towards the flutes Then slide the index and middle finger of my right hand through the left stem, cupping the base with my fingers as I hold it in my hand. I leasurely paced the floor and stood before her while I casually sipped from the flute. I was enraptured by the scene of pure erotica whilst she uninhibited herself before me, her legs were suggestedly played in canonicity as the index and middle finger of her left hand voraciously piston in and out of her, illicit sounds emit from her intima in sequence to the tip of her right index finger as it sanctimoniously pleasured her cliporis…

Drool hopelessly flowed from her mouth and glistened as it elitely hung from her chin to her left breast, it subtly continued to run down her pelvis and between her played thighs, lubricating her saturated cunt further. The index and middle finger of her left hand were buried deep inside of her while the index finger of her right slowly stroked her clip in an antilockwise motion. Her nipples exude a purplish pink hue as they protrude from her aureolas and intumesce through the black rubber tips of the clamps, the chain swathed languorously as her silicane perfect breasts rose and fell in sequence to her breathing….

The combination of her drool and sweet candy cream create a smooth lustrous mixture that decants southernly from her vulva, it swayed eloquently amidst her thighs then snapped and hit the floor between her silettos. The chair creaked rhythmically in process to her hips as they subconsciously thrust back and forth in a transcendental state. My heart beat in triple time as her vocals celeste, semitonically intervaling in the intervention of D and C chords, blood coarse through my veins and rushed to my head in anticipation of the intensely satisfying F that she periodically struck at a high pitch….

Her body stiffened while her left hand spasmodically shook with her fingers currilously buried inside of her, the index finger of her right hand sporadically spasms in concinnity with her left. Her head twitched involuntarily in sequence to her fingers whilst she profusely dribbled on herself. She had been induced into a severe mentally retarded state which was visually gratifying, she had subliminally ensnared me into a place somewhere between my semi consciousness and semi subconscious, enkindling immaterial sexual desires which incarnated the perverted dominant bastard that dwelled within….

The feet of the chair vibrate against the floor as her legs tremor forcing the tips of her silettos to repeatedly tap the floor and echo around the room, the sound suddenly stopped, the sudden silence created an eerie feeling to the room, the only audible sound was from the river that streamed incessantly from between her thighs and into the puddle it formed on the ground beneath her. Her moans vividly replay through my mind as I divert my attention to the puddle between her silettos and centre my empty flute between them ensuring that the hallowed nectar that flowed from her intimate poured into it….

I paced a few steps back and admire the piconsque image that was inordinately self indulgent to my decade mind, the vision of the blindfold that had the word “PRINCESS” emblazoned on it, in combination with the letters that spelt the word “WHORE” across her face as her plump lips were debouched provocatively into the shape of an “O” was extremely inviting….