Frustration

IMG_0269“Fuck, that’s my train!”. I shuffle through the crowds of people and down a flight of stairs to catch the C train back to Brooklyn. My scarf tailing back behind me as I run and jump down some stairs. I slide into the train just in time, barely catching my breath. As I scan for a seat my eyes lock with a tall man with a perfectly trimmed mustache and a tamed beard, but his hair wild like fire held back by a black bandana. My feet start moving towards that empty seat beside him. When I’m seated, the smell of lavender and peaches emanate from the woman to the left of me. I’m observing her making list of things she observes as my song began to play in my ear “….would you fly, would you fly with me…..”. Her smells send me into a calm and the heat of his leg on my right starts to warm my body  “…would you like to go, like to go with me..”. The metro slowly fades from my view and my mind and body is drawn into the prison of my fantasies.

The winter layers begin to strip from my body, revealing my soft and silky skin covered by only the covers of the sheets. A loud pounding like bass starts getting louder and closer to my bed side. He appears, the perfectly trimmed man, exposed. My body starts to warm as he crawls onto the bed with me. Getting closer and hotter. His strong but gentle hands caress my waist and like a switch my body melts into his palm and we become synced. His kisses trail from my lips, down my neck, and lock in on my breast, sucking and kissing them at his leisure. I embrace him as I kiss his neck, hearing him moan, kiss down to his shoulders, kissing his tattoos right before I stop. There is someone outside my gates. The sound of the bass booms again, loud and deafening right outside the enterance. Once again, our eyes lock and his soft brown eyes speak. “Baby, let me in, it’s cold outside and I need to feel your warmth.” He pushes in gently while using his gentle strong hands to run them along my things before gripping them tight and pinning them against the bed. “I’m yours” I whisper into his ear as he thrust slowly in me preparing my walls to handle him. “Use me” my back arches as I feel his length reach the end. I submit to him. My body and passion starts to burn like the wildfires of his hair. This body of mine is burning up as his strokes starts to go deeper and faster.

I melt. I’m melting into him like sweet ice-cream. The sweat drips from our bodies onto the sheets from our heat into a puddle of my waterfall. His hands grip tighter as he flips my body and digs his fingers into my ass, pulling me deeper onto his throbbing cock. My pussy is calling for him to go deeper, go harder, deep baby, deeper, harder. “I’m going to cum, slow down, I can’t take it”. Those strong gentle hands  wrap around my neck and bend me backwards to find his lips. His kisses me and whispers into my ear, “take me, all of me”. My body tingles all over, my gates welcome him, my walls are pulsing for him, pulling him in. I’m about to climax, he’s moans out loud, he’s about to release all of his warmth inside me . “Baby I’m cu……..’This is Kingston Ave, next stop…'”.

I’m ripped away from my dream by the reality of my frustration. “Fuck”. I looked over to the man next to me. We looked passionately into each other’s eyes as if he knew my wild fantasies. I stepped off the train with his warmth dripping down my thighs as I walked back into the winter night.

Lucky

Inadapté, that’s his influencer name, strip it all down and you get, garçon bleu. The first thirty year old that I’ve made love to. His skin is pure and soft, his mustache is nicely trimmed, his bags are deep and gives him character, hair soft and slightly dyed, tall, handsome with a smile so genuine. His kisses lock me in and I’m mesmerized. He makes my body feel like none of these men do. A master in the art of foreplay. Every inch of my body held and caressed with his gently hands. I’m not the turntable, but he’s about to make a body spin with touches setting a blaze on my skin. Kisses so soft and passionately all over my body, the right keys are being turned. My little lemons are put on a pedestal as he kisses and sucks them to let me know he knows just what I want. I’m small in size but he guides me on top, grinding on each other as it starts getting hotter and harder between us. An unselfish man, taking it off for me as he lays me down kisses my inner thighs before he hits the cherry. He doesn’t go to hard, he knows just where I want to be kissed, right there. A beautiful sight, a more beautiful feeling. This is how a man makes love and we haven’t even started. I want to make sure he feels just as much pleasure as he is giving me. Let me see what you’re working with and let me feel it get harder as I go deeper. Spitting all over it so you know I want you to feel just as good, make it go deeper until tears flow out. You are my King for the night so I will suck it up and down as I hear you moan, the song of my hidden sexual desires. I’m ready, I’m waiting on you baby. It’s a little tight, I’ve been waiting for someone like you to come by and tear me apart, be gentle with it. Flip me and fuck me until you reach the bottom. “Take it”, I will… my muscles relax as you reach my inner walls. Passionate lover of my day, how are you making my streams flow like this. I give you my body. Fuck me again, put me on top and I’ll show you how fast I can make you cum to your senses, I won’t be mad. You hold me so tight after making me feel like the dirtiest girl ever. Kiss me, hold me, remind me that I might just be a body, but for tonight I’m yours. Wake up and try again, this time a little longer. Forget foreplay, just rough and quick. Put me on my side and watch me shake it for you. Sex with you is something I’ll always remember. It has made me float through a daze since I first met you. My lovely, if we meet again, our bodies will remember how we in synced we flowed, but for now you leave me. This is how cruel the universe is, but this is how it was meant to be.