He fills me up and yet there is still more to be taken. Entering me slowly so I can feel every inch that God has blessed him with. He opens me like no man has ever done. If he could see my face he would know that I have given into him completely. Yet still, I refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing he is breaking my down with every thrust.
His tempo increases like the heartbeat of a track star. This nameless, faceless, voiceless lover has me on the edge but I refuse to make the sound to let him know how good he feels. We are at an impasse. Then it happened. In a split second his tempo changed sending every inch of his manhood inside of me hitting my spot so wonderfully. He had pulled the trigger and I was dying a thousand beautiful deaths.
My outcry was what he was waiting for and he got it in ten folds. He had won our dance. He claimed his prize. He hit my spot like a marks man. He sent me to heaven and hell all at the same time.
A woman’s hand touches my face. Pleased with what he lover is doing to me she has decided to join back into the party.
“Oh…My…God!” I say. He is taking me to places I thought I would never go.
“You’re so beautiful Shelly.” She whispers in my ear. Lord, if she could see my face right now she would see I’m far from beauty. Hair jacked to hell, sweat falling, body convulsing, face contorted with a look of ugly pleasure.
“Th…Than…Oh yes…Thank you.”
He lifts me up, showing me how powerful he is. I rap my arms around him and feel his body. Firm shoulders, muscular arms, hard chest, the body or a Roman soldier. He turns me around, places me on my hands and knees and re-enters me. His passion is carnal. He forces himself into me with rapid precision. I grab the headboard and force myself back on him. Want to show I can give as well as I get. I want to hear him moan, hear him scream. Hear him ask for more. Yet still, he says nothing. Out tempo is angry, each trying to get the other to give. Lips find my breasts. Damn this girl knows how to cheat me of a victory. But I wont go down without a fight. I use my hands and enter her love box. She is dripping wet. I massage her, enter her, feed her what she wants and her body responds.
We are in a sinful dance.
I feel his frustration. He wants my orgasm. Wants me to scream out for him. His grip on me becomes tighter. I call out to God, to Jesus, to anyone who would listen, but it wasn’t the call he was waiting for. I was holding back. Refusing to give into my urge of release. Instead, I gave that urge to my female lover. She buckled and moaned as I eased in and out of her at the speed he was doing to me. I had her right where I wanted her. And then it happened again. She was under me, sucking my breasts as if it were her last meal. I lost complete control over every thing I was doing. Two lovers. Two wonderful lovers focused solely on me. My orgasm came like a wave hitting the shore. It overwhelmed me. I feel to the bed gasping for air. The earthquake that hit my body begin to subside but the after shocks kept me writhing in the bed.
I roll over and lay on my back. She strokes my arm.
“So beautiful.” She says.
“When will I see you again?”
“Do you want to?”
“Yes. And your lover, what about him?”
“That can also be arranged.”
I pause for a moment before I ask.
“Your lover, who is he?
“No names.”
“But he knows mine.”
“That he does.”
“Why doesn’t he talk?”
“Does that frighten you?”
“Yes, a little.”
“A little fear is good. It puts all your senses on high alert. Makes the sexual experience more exciting.”
I couldn’t argue the point.
“But why doesn’t he talk?”
She didn’t answer right away.
“So you can imagine him in any light you like. By him staying silent he can be whomever you want him to be.” She kisses me on the cheek. “It’s time.”
I feel movement from between my legs. Her lover is getting off the bed.
“You never answered my question.”
“Which one?” She asks.
“Will I see you again?”
She chuckles. “I’m sure you will.”

She rises off the bed and her and her lover cross the room. Moments later the door opens and two figures slip out. Once again I’m left alone in darkness. I can still feel him inside me. Her hands and mouth all over me. I have to see them again.

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