I am lost in a dream and the smell of you and the sound of your moans and my grunting. You move with me, and I ease my tight hug so that you hang back slightly, away from me, and I watch your face as you run your hands over your body and mine, stroke yourself, and moan to my fucking. As you ejaculate, and spill your seed between us, I come deep inside you, my semen flowing into you and possessing your center."Oh baby," I murmur as my mouth searches for yours. Later, as we lie there, you curled against me as I lie around you, my tumescent cock resting inside you; I confess to you that really I am an accountant.
You grunt and struggle, but I have now got possession of you, my fingers buried inside you, feeling your heat and smoothness.
Your organ is a rod pressed to my belly as mine lies throbbing against your thigh.
And I had followed the three of you, my body aching to have you.
I zipped up my studded leather jacket and climbed on my bike, imagining you between my thighs, curling my body over my machine and for once regretting the deep throbbing rumbling roar it makes as I move off, following the white Saab you three are leaving in.
You looked at me broodingly, and I knew you wanted to hook up then, but I wanted to run you; I wanted you to want me so badly you'd track me down and take me roughly.
You were rough trade; that's why I was attracted to you at the bar. I know it won't take you long to find the back door open and break into the house.I'd been sitting reading, with the lights out and just a lamp on in the sunroom at the rear of the house.Nero heard you first, lifting his head and then going to the back door and looking about, alert.Tonight, though, I am creeping around your house under a full moon, wondering if I am mad. Then suddenly a voice is talking somewhere, and for a moment, I panic.I am a weekend warrior, the leather and bike toys allowing me to play at being something I am not, wanting to be as different when I cruise the male bars as I can be from my "real" life. And tonight I want you to believe I am, as I find the open back door, and the step creaks, and I climb inside your house. Then I realize it is someone outside, away from the back door, talking into a phone.There was a full moon, and I couldn't see anything in the backyard.