CHULANE
blending into the darkness, & it gets harder to see
The dance they play is not one he has engaged in before - never had he had such a level of intimacy, of trust and adventurousness, of abject abandon of all restraint when it came to sexual play. He was hers to craft, to mould into whatever she wished, pliable and wiling to bend to her demand, to her desire. It was intimidating, almost, for the naïve boy to find her, yearning for this - he could not think why, did not relate this action to any he had done previously, but welcomed them all the same (and really, what sensible boy would deny such a gift?).
His breaths were deep as the anticipation tortured him, her sultry, predatory gazes bringing forth only another surge of heat to his manhood, another shiver through his frame as he met her matching icy gaze with a hopeful yearning, a silent question - are you sure? - for never had such a gift been offered to him before, never had he been placed in such joint vulnerability with another.
And he did feel vulnerable, exposed as she looked at him, as she scrutinised and licked her damn sexy lips. The touch of her hands have his own tensing, his back arching, his grip on her shoulder becoming tighter, fingertips digging into the taut porcelain flesh. A groan suddenly sounds then as her tongue explores first, dancing and tracing the sensitive head - he is shutting his eyes as fireworks dance behind his lids, as precum dribbles from his opening, as the throbbing becomes wholeheartedly more. Her lips envelop him then, and his hips make to move, to buck, but he controls the motion, intensely aware of her proximity, gently leaning into the gift she was offering, straining to hold himself back, but yearning, begging for more all the same.
His breaths were deep as the anticipation tortured him, her sultry, predatory gazes bringing forth only another surge of heat to his manhood, another shiver through his frame as he met her matching icy gaze with a hopeful yearning, a silent question - are you sure? - for never had such a gift been offered to him before, never had he been placed in such joint vulnerability with another.
And he did feel vulnerable, exposed as she looked at him, as she scrutinised and licked her damn sexy lips. The touch of her hands have his own tensing, his back arching, his grip on her shoulder becoming tighter, fingertips digging into the taut porcelain flesh. A groan suddenly sounds then as her tongue explores first, dancing and tracing the sensitive head - he is shutting his eyes as fireworks dance behind his lids, as precum dribbles from his opening, as the throbbing becomes wholeheartedly more. Her lips envelop him then, and his hips make to move, to buck, but he controls the motion, intensely aware of her proximity, gently leaning into the gift she was offering, straining to hold himself back, but yearning, begging for more all the same.
try to stand & unravel what a man's gotta be
