I see you there, sitting across from me in the park. You are the ruin of me. Imagine the type you must wear and how many options you have. My knees weaken me.
It is a simple truth… It’s a wicked, wicked game you play. At any moment, you could show me, but you don’t. Your legs are crossed over each other, hiding the treasure that I crave. I am desperate now… I beg of you… do not make me wait.
You see my face and give a mischievous grin as you uncross your long, luscious legs that house the goods. You give me a hint as I see the crest of your inner thigh… Then, in the most heinous way, you cross them back. It is a crime of passionless horror that you commit.
To say that I am controlled is an understatement. I am at a loss for words, and I break my neck to see the lace, silk, or satin… but I am denied. You are a spellbinding witch in the best possible sense. You are the most glorious of creatures. I seek you in the shadows and across the galaxies. I yearn to see but a mere glimpse of what lies beneath.
On days not like today, you let me experience a hiked skirt or pulled-down jeans… worn from the full day of work… your pussy and ass rubbing against them, taking in the scent and juices. You send me pics of the band, and if your love flows freely, I see the fullness of your goddess ways.
In the beginning, my intense interest in them… you voiced concern over my focus, and my answer was, you do not know how deep this shit goes. Perplexed and frustrated you, Time passed. Your respect for me grew as I created space for you to see me. I was careful to love you in every way and enjoyed all your angles. I denied my desire at a price – you are worth the sacrifice.
I remember the first night you invited yourself to my playground. The rabbit hole was always open for you to go slowly or dive in. It was always there. I saw the grin as you showed me the new pair you bought… and wore that same day. You slid them off slowly, seductively, and I almost came…
“Do not cum… not yet. I will cut it off at the tip and work my way down to fillet you with the dullest knife in the drawer. I am not fucking joking!”
I cannot explain the throbbing hardness… as you handed them to me. They were dirty and damp… I fingered the purple lace thong. I had tracked your hamper, but you were recently careful about throwing it in the washer immediately. My hands trembled at the thought of your acknowledgment of my kink…
“Do. Not. Cum.” The accentuation of each word fell heavy on me. I didn’t comprehend that you had reached the rim of the rabbit hole, and now we’re climbing in with your suitcase, ready to never come up for air.
I did not imagine from childhood, where the genesis occurred, that there would be a creature so delicate and fair as you to feed me my needs like a bird nurturing its young. I was ashamed of my darkness and terrified someone would find out my secret. You did not understand my compulsion, yet with such tenderness, you slowly entertained it.
Now, as I sit on this park bench and intently watch you tease and lure me in with your seduction, I am never bored with your play. Your skirt is free and down to just above your knees. People walk by, oblivious to the cat-and-mouse game we are playing. A sensual foreplay… tonight is going to be epic.
A split moment. You uncross your legs completely, and the rest of the park goes dim… I hyper-focus on the knees, rising cotton up the thigh, and the candy shop with all the treats for my delights. The teasing is complete. We have now entered a chess game for adults only.
I see them. A lace of black mesh inked with the tattoo just into your inner thigh. You show me everything, and I work desperately to not cum. Fuck! You deliver the goods… you then, a moment later, pull your skirt back down, stand up, and walk past me.
I stayed seated, watching your beautifully sculpted face and the lips that speak words of admiration, the curves of your ample tits through the braless crop top, your stomach made from God particles, and the drift of your skirt. My mouth gapes open as I see the outline of your gorgeous ass and the black lace panties that speak to me underneath.
In all of his splendor and grace, the gods must be shining down on me with such blessings… I am overwhelmed as my cock and heart swell to new heights. I stand to follow you to the car. Opening the passenger side and slid in next to you, having started the car. I see your legs spread apart and the drift happening again… intentionally meant to entice me.
We drive, wordless, while sweat and trembling hands work your legs and inner thigh. I am careful not to reveal your panties… that is up to you. With its mapping, the car has the intelligence to take over, and you lean your head back and allow me to massage you. I kiss your neck and focus my attention on your breasts. Your hands and arms relax to the side and allow me complete access.
The car slows and stops effortlessly for a red light, and cars that I am not concerned with surround us as I pull up your top and reveal plump assets that I have seen a thousand times and are always new. I lean in and cup them to ravage, worship them with my lips and tongue. I hear you moan in appreciation, which signals me to keep going.
We continue on our journey, and I grab the firmness of your sides. You let out another sound that could only be described as the preamble to a night of reckless lovemaking. Your hands guide my head down to your stomach. I kiss and lightly lick the belly button ring, and as I taste the rim of your cotton skirt, I am mad with passion.
Revelations could never understand the thoughts running through my head. I am presuming, and I am sure it is soaking through my briefs. I keep working the top until your hands touch my face to go further down.
“Don’t cum, baby. Wait for me… wait for me… wait for me.” She is asking this sacrificial part, begging me to abstain from my selfish needs to be capitulated for her. I do, but not always. Sometimes, rarely now, I am so overcome with the scent of your delightful panties that I explode without her consent. She is kind but firm about her control.
I pull down her skirt, and I am face to face with those sexy, black lace creations. My lips touch the rim of them, and she pulls me in, opening her legs wider. I kiss and lick the top of her pussy, and she moans over and over. She has trained herself to enjoy the simplicity of these moments and how they must be so complex for me.
My hands pull them to the side, and my tongue goes in and out of her goddess clit. My cock swells and oozes at the next level of pre-cum. Her thighs tighten, and she cums with abandon… I keep working on her more profoundly and sensually.
“Cum for me, baby… my panties are yours for the taking.”
I let out a groan of ecstasy, and my shaft throbs and twitches in harmony with the release of the wolves when night falls, and the hunting is at a peak. The cream fills my briefs, and we kiss passionately.